by R. J. Lewis
That poor man, heartbroken, running away from a woman that did a number on him. She chose another man and destroyed him.
That couldn’t have been further from the truth. Thinking about it with bitterness, Remy scoffed as he came to a stop in front of the Millennium Hotel. This place was like a carcass, and its stench drove the flies to it. On the outside, its stone structure screamed wealth and opulence, but hidden in the walls was an underground fortress of illegal activity. This place harboured the most elite criminals around, governed solely by a kingpin who had owned this city for almost two decades. Even the Jackals never drove this far into Winthrop, sticking mainly to the impoverished tri-cities.
It took Remy four years just to get to this point. Four years of servitude, killing, rising slowly but surely to the top. And he hadn’t spent it destroyed or crippled in pain over a fucking broad. That shit was the past. When Remy moved on, he moved the fuck on.
He craned his head up, slowly taking in the structure before him, knowing exactly what it stood for. A new beginning. A new reign. This was his endgame, but also a fresh start to building his own piece of glory. Fuck, it took him a long time to get here. He could practically taste his victory. Those fuckers weren’t going to pity him anymore. The mystery was going to end right here. Everybody was going to find out just what happened to poor old Remy Martinez.
She’d been right. He didn’t think of her face, but he heard her words loud and clear, and they hit a chord in him more than ever in that moment.
“The pain is worth enduring,” he whispered, a small smirk growing on his face.
The pain really had been worth enduring, because it led him here, in this very place, alone but solid in a way he had never truly been.
He walked to the entrance just within range of the cameras. Then he stopped and stood there for a long moment, staring into the camera directly in front of him, knowing in a few moments who would be staring back at him.
“Dillinger!” he yelled, a growl in the back of his throat. The time had come. He’d waited long enough. “It’s time to deliver on your word!”
It was time to get started.
Remy was going to own this city and everyone in it.
…THE END…