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mcntoya‌:

Rafe had better things to do than fulfilling some messed up fantasy some has-been man had in his mind. His eyes looked around once more, trying to understand where he was, see if there was anything around him that could give him a hint of where he was standing, tied up like an animal. There was only focus in his eyes, though his attempt had been to no avail. 

There were no hints of worry about his own situation inside of his head, not when the Capo knew that there was a big shipment about to be handled and he wasn’t there to do his job. That was where his mind was; not at the obviously dire situation in his hands. If the man was going to hurt him, so be it —– Rafe wasn’t going to give anything away and he would rather die than become a filthy rat. Even for a man with blood on his hands, he had his own moral code.

Rafe scoffed at Liam’s words, half laced with an incredulous smirk. What the fuck did this asshole want from him? “Thanks for the Yelp review,” the Capo said, sarcasm dripping from every word that left his mouth. Rafe couldn’t bring himself to take any of it seriously, not when he had such low regard towards his own life and safety. As far as he was concerned, the man was either a cop that was bored with his job and was using Rafe as a means to an end or he was someone that couldn’t handle a fair fight and wanted to make things easier for him.

As the man got closer, Rafe shifted in his position, turning so he was facing the man, full-on; his arms up made it so it was harder to breathe and he could feel his wrists screaming because of the pressure. But he had endured worse, on the pain scale, and so he wasn’t fazed. Not yet. Rafe looked at the man, into his eyes. There was something more behind them and Rafe was torn between wanting to know and not giving a fuck about whatever the man thought he had on him. 

The man’s eyebrows furrowed. “Revenge? I don’t ev —–” The moment the man’s fist collided with Rafe’s stomach, the Capo let out a groan of pain through gritted teeth; if he wasn’t tied up by his arms, he would have hunched over. Alas, there was only so far he could bend, caused by his abdomen tightening at the pain. Sharp breaths escaped him, his eyes looking up after a few heartbeats. Nothing escaped him, no words, nothing. Whoever the man was, he believed Rafe had done something to warrant… Whatever that whole thing was. Rafe was careless about his own well being, but not stupid.

That punch was followed by another one, and Liam screamed as his fist made contact with muscle again. “Fucking....” It was hard to articulate exactly how distraught Liam felt. He had never been a violent man, or an angry man. But loss and grief were powerful catalysts. He lost two very important people in his life, in the space of very short days. And as much as Liam hated this part of him, if he was going to be sad, Rafe was going to see it too.

With that, Liam straightened his posture and gritted his teeth, coming face to face with him. “How familiar are you with the name Rita?” Giving the other man no time to respond, Liam gripped Rafe’s hair and tugged. “Answer me!”, practically screaming at his face before letting him go. 

“Fuck!” Another gut punch before Liam moved away to his little set up; a table with instruments he collected over the year. The stray pipe he had used on Rafe lay there, looking ever so pristine. Picking it up, Liam tested it in his hands. “Give me the truths, and I’ll spare you the cane, Rafael. First question, what happened to Rita Daniels?” He turned to face Rafe now, holding the pipe in his hand. “You don’t want to know what happens if you lie to me about this.” And with that, the pipe came down on Rafe’s left hip, the sound deafening in the loud space. 

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mcntoya‌:

Rafe’s eyes felt heavy. With each passing second that her consciousness came back, so came the soreness of his body and the sharp pain in the back of his head. Rafe let out a groan, trying to move but feeling as if his body was being pushed down by rocks. For a few moments, everything and nothing made sense. He remembered the meeting he had at the warehouse to oversee things before the pick-up was done, he remembered walking out and heading to his car, he remembered opening his car.

He doesn’t, however, remember how he ended but with the growing pain in his head and it was as if his brain hurt just trying to figure it out. 

A familiar voice echoed and Rafe knew he knew it from somewhere, though he couldn’t quite place it. From the way the sounds echoed, Rafe knew he must be in a big, empty place and his mind knew that that was bad news from the moment it put two and two together.

Finally opening his eyes, everything around him was a blur and it stayed like that for a few seconds as his sight readjusted to his poorly lit and very naked surroundings. He was a few floors down from the roof, that much he could tell. With furrowed eyebrows and barely open eyes, Rafe looked around before he saw a semi-dark figure and, instinctively, he tried to move quickly, only to notice that he was tied up, arms up and making it harder to breathe. His skin burned as he moved against the very tight rope. 

It took him a few moments to recognize the man in front of him. “If this is a rematch for what happened at the casino, I think I’m at a disadvantage.” He was in no position to be a smartass, but he refused to let a rich guy think he had the upper hand. 

Liam promised himself to keep it professional. This was all within his rights and realms as an officer of the law. But with every word Rafe spoke, Liam saw red. His anger was growing, even when he thought it couldn’t anymore, and the closer he walked to the body, the heavier his breathing grew, and it was taking all of his strength to not just start beating the shit out of the other man. 

The casino. Liam had almost forgotten about that incident, but he didn’t. It wasn’t likely he would forget how it felt to tussle with someone, the littlest taste of revenge tasting oh so sweet. “This isn’t about the casino. But you really should keep your temper to yourself. Could scare away potential customers. Even though gambling might as well be made illegal everywhere.” 

Face to face with Rafael now, he studied the planes of this killer’s face. He could feel it; Rita would never go down without a fight, unless it was with someone she had trusted. And she said she was in love with him, and he was the reason why she was dead now. Liam could have been so, so wrong, and he was going to be punishing the wrong person for a crime he didn’t commit. He needed to be right, so that whatever he was going to do next could be done for the right reasons. 

“This isn’t a rematch, Montoya. This is revenge.” Liam couldn’t help himself, when his fist swung at Rafe, hard into his abdomen. He felt the ricochet through his own hand, and the pain felt so good.

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Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound was starting to drive Liam crazy. The silence was deafening to his ears and he didn’t know what to plug it with. His irrationality had finally paid fruit; Rita was finally going to get justice, and the man only hoped that wherever she was, she knew that this was only possible because of her. He should have been out there, let that anger inside his belly be sated by the possible arrests happening. But no, Liam’s revenge was just beginning. Starting with the man dangling by his arms in the warehouse. 

In the beginning, Liam thought beating the shit out of Rafael would have been enough. But as the days passed, and the more he thought about Rita, the more he wanted to make the man suffer. Liam thought of the ways he could have hurt his poor Rita; he had no hopes of her being alive. She had left him a death message, and he wasn’t a fool. Not knowing where her body was, was torture. And all that anger, all that sadness...Rafe was going to see it till the end, till Liam sent him to Hell. 

Getting him into the car was easy; Liam had been patient, and the thwack of the metal pipe colliding with the back of the other man’s head had been just the start. It was satisfying, and he just wanted more. 

The ropes creaked, and it broke through the fucking dripping sounds in the warehouse. Liam’s hands were shaking as he started to get up, walking slowly into Rafe’s line of sight. “Rise and shine, motherfucker. It’s showtime.” @mcntoya

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maxxxedelphine‌:

“Did I ask you?” Max asks an employee in a monotone and annoyed voice. Shooting daggers in their direction, in only seconds they scurried off, back to what they were doing before interrupting the conversation. “Anyway,” he goes on, rolling his eyes. “What were you saying?” 

Part of Liam’s mission had been getting close to the Delphine family. And doing that meant mingling with the children, while he tried to get closer to the King himself. In deep cover, this casual breakfast had been just Liam trying to gain a future investor’s favour, and before the interruption, he was explaining something about pyramid schemes. Putting down his mug of coffee, “Mmhmm, this is some good grain, Mister...Can I call you Max?” 

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The Chainsmokers, “Paris”

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nate-hollander‌:

Open Starter

“Strongest coffee you’ve got, black,” Nate said tiredly to the barista, handing over his card without a second thought. As thrilling as being an FBI agent leading a double life sounded thrilling, it was also exhausting. He would have thought that by now, the things he saw would no longer keep him up at night. However, he still had that gnawing feeling in the back of his mind that he needed to get out, and save himself while he still could. If it were even possible to do that. Stifling a yawn, he stepped over to the pick up area to wait for his coffee, mustering enough energy for a polite smile to the other person waiting. “Morning.”

Liam wasn’t a coffee drinker, not by a long shot. He couldn’t be convinced to try it when he was in the academy, and up until a few years ago, he had sworn up and down that he’d never give in. These days though, what were promises? He had become a different man, leading a life filled with grief and anger. So standing in line at the coffee shop he had been frequenting for the better part of the year, he hadn’t been paying attention to the patron before him till he heard the voice. “Mornin’, Agent.” The FBI had always been a pain in the police officer’s neck, but there was just something about this guy personally that Liam didn’t like. Maybe because their previous interactions had been less than...pleasant, to say in the least. “Hope you didn’t spend last night chasing your tail over silly things.” 

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imessage to: unsaved contact

Olivia: With you to the end of the line.

Olivia: Everything good?

Liam: Still think a better password could have been chosen.

Liam: All clear. Meet me where X marks the spot for a hand off.

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if you love me, let me go

WHAT: a timeline of liam kim’s meeting and involvement with detective rita daniels WHEN: over the course of several years WHERE: mostly las vegas, nevada 

No trigger warnings apply. 

Mentioned; Rafe Montoya, Ethan Parker, Gabriel Bautista, Dilan Adin and Roman Fisher-Brooks.

August 2014

“New recruit, Kim?” One of the officers whistles as Liam goes through a personnel file. He doesn’t bother to look up, because that reaction doesn’t register as the man goes through her recruitment sheet. As the greenest man in the office, Liam took it upon himself to get acquainted with someone on paper before he shook their hands. Rita Daniels, top of her class, another legacy hire. She had requested to transfer out of New York, due to personal reasons. As in, Liam was going to make it his business. 

Turns out, Rita didn’t need his help, or his hindrance in her life. Fiercely independent as they came, but easy to get along with it. She wasn’t making friends, but at least she wasn’t ruffling feathers with the other detectives. 

December 2014 

They’re looking at pictures of splattered brains and splitting spring rolls and green curry between themselves. There was something about crime scene pictures that made Liam very hungry, and Rita apparently matched him in appetite.

“Why this job, Daniels?” 

“Could ask you the same thing, partner.” 

He pauses mid chew, shrimp forgotten as he searches for an answer. “Maybe this is all I know. Family’s been wearing this uniform long before I came along.” Liam’s waving his chopsticks around, trying to paint a picture for Rita, but how did one describe family expectations? 

“Same thing here, Kim. This is all I know too. Seen my mom and dad make their way from beat cop to Captain and Sergeant, respectively.” She paused, eyes trained on the pictures before them. Liam was hoping she was going to open about herself, but she instead set the box of food down, because her smart brain was connecting dots. 

June 2016

The transfer papers are sprawled across Rita’s desk. “They’re sending me to the strip. It sounds like a good gig.” Liam knew it wasn’t a good gig. He picked it up and started to leaf through it, but Rita was quicker. “Old man, are you listening to me? I’m going down under.” Her smile seemed so bright, and it clutched at the older man’s heart. 

In six months, a lot has happened in their lives. Liam was engaged to a journalist and he was preparing for a sergeant’s exam. Rita climbed up the precinct’s social ladder, getting the better cases, doing good work in the community. She was on her way to proving her last name to be worth it. And of course, Liam had taken a more parental approach towards the woman. She had jokingly called him her work dad, but it couldn’t have been any less accurate. So the fact that she was being sent where he couldn’t follow? Impossible. 

“Who’s your handler?” Liam was wearing a look of pure seriousness, rubbing his chin in thought. He had already worked on a strategy to replace whoever was meant to be Rita’s backup. He didn’t care if she thought she was being smothered; nothing was going to happen to Rita on Liam’s watch. He’d make sure of it.

“Gomez. Inspector----” 

“Yeah well, don’t get comfortable. I’m coming with you.”

He was gone out of the office before Rita could even get a word in. He was on a mission. 

October 2016

Liam sucked at cooking. But this was a special meal, for the three of them; the husband, the father and the daughter. Thanksgiving didn’t mean a lot for Liam, but it meant a lot to his husband, and it was going to be the last time he’d see Rita again, unscathed. 

He could hear them laughing over snap peas and mashed potatoes, while he checked on the turkey. In another life, he could imagine himself a family like this. Maybe after all this was over, Liam would ask him about starting a family. 

“...Don’t think the Giants are going to win this year. I’m not a betting guy…” 

“...worse than the old man at taking these bets, I swear to God…” 

Their peals of laughter is the last shred of joy Liam would ever experience, and he didn’t even know it. His mission folder was tucked away in a safe, for after the husband went to bed and Rita said her last goodbyes. 

“Hey Kim, your husband might be even older than you in this department. Jeez, how did you two even find each other?” Rita is teasing, and the husband’s cheeks have turned bright red. 

March 2017

“I’m taking this opportunity. Whatever it takes, Dragon.” 

“There must be another way.” 

“There isn’t. It’s either this or not. Goodbye.”

And then there is just nothing on the other end of the line. Liam is used to the constant updates, but now? He’s lucky if he can get five minutes of her time in months. There are regular updates though; pictures stored in locked safes, evidence compiled for months. 

This was going to be a year long mission, and Liam was already worried one day one. He said a silent prayer to a God he didn’t quite believe in.

April 2017 

You have one voicemail from; Daughter. 

“I’m sorry this is so late, old man. It’s not...it’s not something case related. Uhh, so this guy I’ve been seeing...Rafe. Uhh...I think I really like him, old man. This is so bad, isn’t it? How do you get over the bad guys?” 

“Also I met this guy....calls himself Roman. I think he’d be an easy egg to crack. More to follow on that. Also...uhh, tell Ethan I miss him. Saw a guy with an ass like his, and I couldn’t resist.” 

July 2017 

“I think they’re onto me, Dragon. If you don’t hear from me in five days, go to the [redacted address] and wait for me in the [redacted address] at [redacted time]. The last of the caches will be there. Gabriel Bautista has been looking at me funny. Dilan Adin has already shown open hostility towards me, but I believed it to be jealousy…..” 

“If this is the last time you hear from me old man, I died for the job. That’s what we all do. Over and out.” 

Liam has spent the last month burning all his resources trying to find her. These names and faces that couldn’t be linked to a crime. Some hint of disappearance. His marriage dissipating is the least of his worries, as Rita Daniels is declared missing in action. 

He doesn’t want to believe she’s dead. Because Rita wasn’t the kind of person who would just die. This was not how her story was meant to end. 

December 2017 

Detective Kim signed the last of his divorce papers, signing everything over to his ex husband and moving away from everyone’s life. He’s left behind everything; among new people, he’s taking more risks, acting careless. 

He’s going to get the justice that Rita deserved. 

Just yesterday, he asked to be sent undercover, in her place. “You’re being reckless.” 

Liam shrugged, “I’m the only one who knows where to go from this.” Even though looking at the caches hurts now, every memory tainted by his love for a daughter he shouldn’t have adopted. “I am the perfect candidate. Let me go in.”

July 2019 

Two years undercover, and Liam has become a ghost of himself. The anger is the only thing that keeps him alive anymore. It’s all he is now. He has been watching the caporegimes carefully, his hatred starting to become personal. 

He’s going to fucking kill them, if that’s the last thing he does. 

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mcntoya‌:

With his hands clasped in front of him, Rafe kept his stance and his eyes on the man before him. The man’s words were poison to Rafe’s ears, though he ignored them. He wore a smugness that reminded him too much of his father and the way he spoke to those he deemed below him. That was all Rafe could see, that was all Rafe could hear. It sent a burning sensation through Rafe and it wouldn’t take much to ignite his anger at that point. “Employees only. There’s plenty to do on the floor so turn around and go spend your money there, lucky man.”

What had Rita seen in this man? Out of all the people she could have used, why did it have to be him? Seeing Rafe standing there, alive and well, while Rita’s body was yet to be discovered made Liam’s blood boil. “Didn’t think that’s how you talk to paying customers...” That name on that employee badge would be seared into the man’s memory forever, but Liam still made a show of being unable to read it, as he shoved Rafe. Hard. It was stupid and reckless, yes. But there wasn’t a way this interaction wouldn’t end in a brawl, so Liam had taken it upon himself to cause a fracca. 

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ferahdemir‌:

“I think so. I spent twenty minutes driving around making sure I wasn’t being followed” She assured him since he’d taught her to do so in order to be safe. Unfortunately for them, Ferah was still a naive girl who was far out of her depth when it came to the contract she’d taken on with the police. As long as it kept her with her son, then there was little she wouldn’t do to assure that. “I thought it would be better to change places.” With a sigh, she pushed a strand from her face. “How long am I going to have to keep doing this?”

“That’s not what I meant...” Call him paranoid, but in the city where there were only enemies, Liam liked being careful. He hated Vegas; he hated the rich and filthy, he hated what the town did to innocents and he hated the fact that he lost people in this godforsaken middle of the desert oasis. Sometimes, he wondered if he even trusted Ferah. Especially when he lost Rita...---he couldn’t allow himself to think like that. “You’re going to do this, till you’ve proven your worth.” Taking out a little square box from his pockets --- a signal jammer --- Liam turned to face Ferah. “Well...do you have the goods?” 

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mcntoya‌:

Rafe stood still, shoulders squared and his eyes scanning his surroundings on a place that he could deem his second home —- though he wasn’t quite sure what his first home was, either. The moment he saw a man walk towards him, Rafe let out a sharp sigh and looked to his side as if to keep himself from rolling his eyes (it would be unprofessional, after all). “I’m sure you don’t wanna find out,” his voice came out dark and an underlying warning crept up. The last thing he needed was to deal with some drunk after a long day. “Sounds like you have a problem, buddy. But there are no machines behind these doors so turn around and walk away.” 

In character, Liam did things he would have never considered doing otherwise, like smiling in the face of a clear threat. Or engaging with danger like he was right now. “Mmhmm, stuff of nightmares and whatnot, am I right? How much do they pay you to keep it that way huh? Could use security like you...” Liam just shrugged, that cocky smile still in place. “You sure about that? No big leagues shit going behind those doors? Because I have cash to spare. Loads of it. I’m a lucky man.” Now, Liam really needed to get behind those doors, because there definitely was something afoot. 

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imessage to: unsaved contact

Liam: This is Dragon

Liam: Password, detective.

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The casino. The one place that Liam had visited too many times, especially for a man who didn’t believe in gambling. A year of careful surveillance hadn’t given him all the information he had been hoping for. But, he knew things now. Like the people he suspected of being part of the Delphine’s sick little organisation, like that sulking gentleman near one of the doors in the casino. Security. The man could scoff. A casual saunter in the man’s direction and Liam looked at him, like another drunk off his rocker patron at this place. “Man, what do they make you guys of, huh? I didn’t think I was a gambler, but ooh every night, these pockets get a little lighter.” @mcntoya

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“Are you sure this is safe?” Liam didn’t like going places that he didn’t trust, or scout beforehand. But he was giving Ferah the chance to prove herself; taking chances on her was proving risky, even if he had been doing it like second nature for the better part of the year. He looked around the place, hesitation clear on his face as his feet wavered from venturing further. Liam looked at Ferah for an explanation. @ferahdemir

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How is Daniel Henney real

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Daniel Henney - 조지아 크래프트 비하인드

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