THE BOSS OF BOSSES: THE COMEBACK OF JUDE ARIMIDAS

Chapter 3: EVENTUALLY, THE TRASH GETS THROWN OUT!

Chapter 3: EVENTUALLY, THE TRASH GETS THROWN OUT!

Jude even stood there for a moment watching them, dumbfounded and in an extreme case of shock.

The room was small and so was the bed. They were in the middle of it and the blankets were on the floor in a pile nearby. She looked like she was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and the man's back rippled with every thrust. They had to have been fucking for a while, and blinding rage filled Jude.

He let out a deeply hurt, forsaken roar and rushed for the man with his balled fist raised high in the air.

He landed the first hit, because the man was caught off guard and his yell had shocked both the man and his wife.

Alicia screamed as the man went tumbling off of her. She was naked, totally and utterly naked, her breasts had been bouncing as the man had fucked her.

Jude turned a pained gaze to her. “Why? Why, Alicia?!” He whispered yelled as his heart broke, his face now so pale you would think he had been sick for weeks and was on his way to his grave.

Maybe he was dying. This feeling in his gut felt like death.

Jude went to attack the man who was catching himself, rising up on his knees but Alicia stood between him and the wife snatcher.

“Get out of my way, Alicia.” Jude wished he had a gun at that moment. He would have unloaded every single bullet into the bastard son of a bitch.

“No! Stop it. Leave him, Jude.” She dragged at his shirt as he rushed for the man, the veins on his neck standing out as rage filled him, pushed him.

“You have come into my house and disrespected me, disregarded my home, my wife!” Jude yelled out furiously. His eyes were blood red.

Alicia still pushed at him. “Oh, stop it, you useless piece of scum.”

Shocked to his bone marrow, Jude stopped. Just when he thought the situation couldn't get worse, couldn't get any shittier.

His wife, his beautiful wife, was insulting him on top of this humiliation.

He looked at her like she had grown horns on her forehead. He didn't recognize this woman. This was not how his beautiful Alicia spoke or even behaved.

“Yes, Jude,” she folded her arms over her naked breasts, raising saucy eyebrows at Jude. “I won't let you hurt my lover, your replacement.”

Each word stabbed Jude like a dagger, making him stagger back on legs suddenly watery and useless.

“I am tired, Jude. I can not be with you anymore. You don't have any money. All we both do is suffer and suffer. You come home and you don't even touch me. You can't even get it up anymore!”

Jude winced, shame coloring his face as he forgot for a minute that he wasn't the one in the wrong there, but his cheating wife and her piece of scum lover.

He regained his senses even though he was still reeling. “I come home tired because I am working for the both of us, Alicia! Working to give us both a better life!”

“And when will that be?!” she yelled back at him, her angry words hurled in his face.

Jude was stunned. He stared at the woman he loved, her blonde hair bed rumpled and her eyes flashing with a look he had never had directed at him before.

Disdain.

Scorn.

More than a little hate and revulsion.

“You have kept me with your poverty stricken self for years now. No more, Jude. No more.”

Jude didn't know what to do. How could he get over this? He could never condone cheating.

But this was Alicia.

His eyes blinked closed in pain. “Get that piece of filth out of my house.”

He did not see the blow coming. He had barely opened his eyes when he felt the heavy blow on his jawline.

The pain and shock of it knocked him backwards. Alicia's startled scream was in his ears.

He was bundled out into the corridor and then the living room as more kicks and blows landed and he tried to protect as much of himself as he could from the attack.

He was still shielding himself when he crumbled to the floor in the foyer, curled in a ball of pain.

“Scum. You fucker.” It was a deep male voice that spoke. It was the him. His enemy who had fucked his wife.

Jude raised his arms from his face a little, taking a look at the hard face of the man who had kicked him to the floor, literally and otherwise.

“How can you ask a gorgeous girl like Alicia to remain with a little piece of shit like you? She's better off with me, man. It is you who should leave.”

Leave his own house? Jude couldn't fathom it.

“Alicia? Alicia this is our house, you cannot —”

Suddenly he was yanked to his feet and thrown outside the house by the man.

Too much pain made him react slowly. He started for the door but it was Alicia's face he saw there.

“I don't love you anymore, Jude. In fact, I detest you. Go away from here. Leave!”

“Even the trash has to be taken out!” she spat at him, before the door slammed shut in his face with a loud bang.