Gio. Jesus… fuck. The man in front of me is not a man I recognize. I always thought it odd that Giovanni Vargas was known as the heir of Silverwood’s most notorious crime lord and yet, he’d always acted so nonchalant. I see it now in the blood staining his hands, reaching all the way up to his elbows. The droplets on his cheek as he glares daggers at the three men before him. A sex god turned killer, that’s what he is.
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