From the second floor of the same hotel bar, another man was watching the scene unfolding below with a glass of whiskey in his hand. There was a hint of shock and amazement present in his eyes. Never ever even in his wildest dreams had he ever fathomed that one day he would see Villian stuck in this kind of situation.
No, he had never thought even someone like Villain had days when he couldn't handle his shit. Santiago looked as if he had everything under his control. But it seemed like it was nothing but a farce to show people how controlled Santiago was when in reality he was losing his mind.
And in all honesty, he could say that seeing Santiago rotting in the fiery pits of the hell he had created for himself, was bringing joy to his charring heart. The kind of joy he would never be able to describe in mere words.
