Revenge Of The Hidden Boss

Chapter 5

Neighbors heard the gunshots and they immediately knew something was wrong. Rosa was a female Italian neighbor who lived with her dog after the death of her husband. Bruce was her favourite neighbour and she couldn't believe the shots came from his side of the big compound. She rushed to open the window, trying hard to see if she could spot someone in Bruce's house. “Is Bruce back from prison? Who the hell is in his house and why are they shooting?” She didn't know Bruce was back already. “Oh my God I gotta call 911” She rushed to get her phone and dialed a number.

The shooter was cold and confident.

“Rest in peace you big fool.” The assassin said to Bruce's body before kissing his pistol. “The problem with y'all is that you're all infected with a main character syndrome. You think this is some movie and you tryna be some kinda hero. All you had to do was beg me, and I might have let you live.” He said putting his pistol back where he'd removed it. He took out his phone from the back pocket, took pictures of Bruce on the ground and sent it to a number with a short caption “Mission completed, now you have to complete the remaining part of the payment.”

He reached for a cigar from his thick black jacket, smoked a bit before dropping it on the floor “I hope you got fire somewhere in the house, I wanna blow you the fuck up!” He turned to look in the kitchen then saw the gas “Perfect! Gas is perfect to start a fire.”

Before he could take a step further, he heard sirens from a distance “Oh shit someone called the cops!” He turned back in panic, headed for the door but immediately changed his mind “I gotta use the back window” He rushed to the back window panting heavily as the sound of the sirens got closer. He knew he couldn't get away if the cops saw him.

“Come on open up already!” He yelled at the window like it could hear him, carelessly hitting it repeatedly to open.

It had been two years since Bruce's room was unattended and things got a bit rusty including the sliders on the window.

“Yes!” The window finally opened and he jumped off, rolling on the ground to continue his run immediately.

Bruce was rushed to the hospital and everyone was shocked to see Jonathan Gusman going there to see how he was doing. The nurses and patient's relatives couldn't believe it “What is Jonathan Gusman doing here? How is he connected to some poor dude like Bruce?” A question came from the passage.

“Last time I checked, Bruce is a broke ass man who got dumped by his wife.”

“Yeah he stole money from his in law too and he went to prison.”

“So he's even an ex convict?”

“Yeah he went to prison, he's out now and he got shot. Who knows if he's involved with some gang or something.”

There was a Janitor close by who appeared to be disappointed to hear people speak like that. “Shut up!” He yelled “That guy is a victim of false accusations. He did nothing wrong. He was framed and now someone wants to kill him.”

Jonathan Gusman could hear the janitor defending Bruce, and he sounded like he knew exactly what he was saying.

While everyone wondered why Jonathan Gusman was concerned and how he got to know a low life person like Bruce, Jonathan remained silent about his intentions. “Thank God!” He said with joy when the doctor confirmed that Bruce will be alright.

“Two of the bullets went far to the shoulder and the third one missed his heart. He'll be fine.” The doctor said.

“Perfect!” Jonathan rushed back to the janitor he just saw defending Bruce among the other workers. “Hey uhm… I

I was uhm… I was wondering if you knew me.” Jonathan tried not to sound rude. He was one of the richest people in the city but he was humble and most importantly, he knew how to relate with people on a lower class and carry everybody along, like the business man he was.

The janitor released a smile “You're really asking me if I know you? Everyone in the city knows who you are. I even sent you an email when you were about to get married to the woman you just divorced.”

Jonathan was puzzled, “Wait what?” His forehead squeezed in confusion. “You're talking about Cassie?” He asked.

“Yeah I sent you an email through your business website, warning you not to marry Cassie. But I guess you didn't read it.”

“What?” Jonathan couldn't bring himself down to believe this. What did a common janitor know about Cassie that he didn't know? “Why didn't you want me to marry her? And I saw you defending Bruce right there, you seem to know exactly what you're saying.”

“I know a lot. But who would want to listen to some dirty janitor like me? Nobody gives a shit about my opinion. That's the same reason Bruce got sent to jail for a crime he didn't comit, because he's broke and doesn't have a good lawyer and all that. Nobody gives a shit about the poor.”

Jonathan was hurt to hear that, but he needed to know more. “Tell me, why didn't you want me to marry Cassie?”

“I'm a janitor in the hospital and I'm the janitor in her house too.”

“You work as a janitor in the Salvator house?”

“I've worked there for 9 years and I've seen terrible things. Before Cassie got married to you, I already knew you were gonna get married. It's part of her scam.”

“Oh wow!”

“She showers a man with love, pushes you to marry her and when her father finally becomes your in law, they use you for money or whatever resources you have. She did the same with Bruce and he helped her family to build a company, when they finally knew he'd be leaving them after he caught Cassie cheating, they decided to frame him and send him to jail. Then she switched to you and married you. It's good her scam didn't work on you.”

“Nah I'm very careful with women. So tell me, do you know anything about the shooting of Bruce?”

“It's Cassie’s father, Forbes Salvator.”

Jonathan was shocked to hear that. “Wait, Cassie’s father did what?”

“Cassie’s father sent an assassin to kill Bruce. I heard him making the call yesterday while I was cleaning. He and her daughter don't want Bruce to be alive. He's back from prison and his return is not good for their company, he might expose all their secrets to their employees and convince them to leave the company, and the Salvators don't want that to happen.”

Jonathan looked left and right to make sure that no one was listening to their conversation. “Thank you so much for this very useful information. Can I know your name?”

“My name is Gernacho.”

“That's an Argentine name.”

“Yeah I was born in Argentina.”

“Thank you Mr. Gernacho.”