What are the magic words~ || closed || santakatlan
"What are the magic words?" he softly asked. His words were kind and smooth, but his action told another story. Vic had a bundle of the man's hair in his hand as he was face close to him. The faint scent of whisky, pine wood and sweat could be smelled off of him. In a split second the disheveled man was thrown to the ground, eyes bloodshot from the lack of sleep and the blank expression of a man near dead with nothing left. "Tell me! Who. Hired. You." he snapped












