Daddy’s Dirty Jobs

*Victor*

*Flashback*

*I had his head in my grip, gloved fingers twisted into greasy hair, pulling until his neck strained back and his eyes rolled toward the ceiling like some cornered rat desperate for escape. His breath came foul and hot against my wrist. I leaned in, voice low, steady, deliberate. “What dealings do you have with my father?”*

*The bastard smirked even through the pressure on h