RDJ Imagines

The Fall pt.2

One year later...

I threw 5 big stacks of one hundred dollar bills onto the table, and leaned back in my seat.

"This isn't enough..." Lee, my drug/arms dealer, shook his head in disapproval. He eyed the money, as he smoked.

"What do you mean 'this isn't enough'?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I asked for half a million. This shit looks no where near it."

"Half a million? No where in our god damn contract said half a mil." I spat. "Take my offer or split. I have better shit to do."

"I suggest that we meet again, and the next time you give me my full fucking amount. I won't let you slide with this shit."

I pulled out my gun, and sat up. I pointed it at his head.

"I said, take it or leave it." I had a stern look on my face. My right hand man, Xander, stood behind me with his gun in his hand.

Lee said nothing, but he took another smoke. He thought for a moment, and I still had my gun pointing at him. Lee took out his small backpack, and opened it.

"Fuck you y/n." He said, pushing the stacks into the backpack.

"Fuck you too. Now get the hell out my house." I put my gun down, and Lee stood up. He put the backpack over his shoulder. "Get him out." I told Xander. "Nice doing business with you." I chuckled.

Xander approached him, and grabbed his arm tightly. He pushed him out my office, and led him to the hallway. I heard more faint 'fuck you's' as he took him outside. I stood up and also left the office, to head to my bathroom.

As I headed down the hall, I saw my crewmen sitting around, playing cards, and smoking cigarettes. I ignored it and opened the door to my bathroom. I closed the door behind me, and I looked in the mirror.

I took time to observe myself. I was a completely different person.

My hair wasn't the same. It was much shorter, and a completely different color then before. I changed the way I dressed. I had a light scar on the right side of face from a knife fight I got into about a month after I left Robert.

I thought leaving him would be impossible, but it was easier than I thought. Yes, I occasionally had thoughts of him. Thoughts of the way he loved me on hot nights, how he treated me in public, all the 'I'm sorrys' he told me when he knew he done me wrong. I thought of all of that.

Many times I wished and hoped he had a downfall, and felt the pain and experiences I went through.

But finally, that's soon to come.

My crew has finally found documents, files, accounts and anything else you can think of about him. We've made a arrangement for it, and it's a benefit on my end.

Ever since then I took control of my own life, and I got stronger as a person. Now that I look at it, I became him. But the only exception was that I never killed a person, I only focused on the money.

For only being at this for a year, with millions in the bank, I guess I'm doing pretty well.

I took off my clothes, and ran a bath. I sat in the water, and held my knees up to my chest. I watched as the tub slowly filled with water. I held a bath bomb in my hand, and gently set it in. The water began to change colors, and I closed my eyes.

Time skip...

I parked my all black Cadillac CTS in front of the trade building, and headed to the front.

It was getting dark out, and the street lights were just now turning on. The air was crisp, and I tried to hold my leather jacket together till I made it inside.