THE BOSS OF BOSSES: THE COMEBACK OF JUDE ARIMIDAS

Chapter 6: YOUNG MASTER

It hit Jude like a tornado. Divorce what?

“Alicia cheated on me! And she wants a divorce?!”

He was almost not seeing anything past the white screen of hurt in his eyes. And then rage. White simmering rage.

Michael growled. “Don't you dare speak of my sister in that way. It was high time she saw sense.”

Brenda flung the documents on the counter. “You better sign these and free her right now.”

Jude shook his head. “I need to speak with Alicia first. How could she…how could she?!”

Brenda's sneer turned even more scornful and she laughed, the derision dripping from her voice with an edge that cut into Jude.

“You don't know why she would do this? Tell me, you really don't know? Look at yourself? And then look at the life you live, the life you deceived and manipulated my daughter into accepting? Does it in any way look like living?”

Judes hands balled into fists on the countertop. He hadn't manipulated Alicia into anything. She had loved him. At least he thought she did.

“Her eyes are clear now. She wants nothing to do with a living corpse like you, so sign these papers and let me get out of this stink hole.”

Michael's fist thumped on the countertop. “Sign those papers before I break you into two. I see that someone else has already done the job of preparing you to die.”

Jude winced. He didn't want to do this. He picked up the papers and scanned them with his eyes. Alicia wanted everything they owned together. Both the house and the car. Which surprised him.

The car was useless, and she and her family had more than enough to get something better. What did she want with his car?

“You will give her everything and anything stated in the papers. Or else?!” Michael intoned, the threat clear in his tone.

Jude picked up the divorce papers and without another word, scrawled his name at the bottom of the page.

They snatched up the papers when he was done and marched triumphantly from the store. Brady came out of his smoke infested office, with a cigarette already lit in his fingers.

He pointed to Jude and laughed. He laughed so hard he bent over at the waist and kept laughing. His cigarette promptly forgotten. Then he raised it and pointed it with his index finger and thumb gripping the but, towards Jude.

“I heard everything, you sad fuck. Your wife left you. Goddamn, you are one sad fucker!”

Jude looked away from Brady, but he couldn't stop the other man from saying the words or shut his ears against it.

“I know men like you. Weak and spineless. You can't fucking keep a woman. I mean, look at you? What woman I'm her right senses would even be with you, Jude? You think being smart and fucking teaching high school is anything to anyone anymore?”

Jude glanced nervously over at the door, where two more of Brady's workers had arrived. The morning was already busy and cars were starting to drive into the car wash.

“Pick up the mop bucket and follow me, Jude. You should wash away your sorrows by washing cars.”

Jude didn't follow him at first and Brady narrowed his beady eyes at him. “You don't strike me as going to teach a class when you look like crap. So make yourself useless, boy!” He snapped.

Jude went out of the store with Brady and went to grab a bucket and wash rag and brush. His ribs still ached and he just knew his black eye was horrible to look at. Of course he would stay hidden away here until he healed.

Jude heard the purr of a car, the floor shook slightly with a rumble as the sound of what had to be an extraordinarily expensive car filled the space. He exited the open shed of the car wash place and just came out in the open.

Brady rushed to the Bugatti, his tongue almost out as he salivated at whoever was behind the wheels. Brady knew how to sniff out money. And even better he knew how to sniff out people with that money. This person had to be one of the richest men around to drive a Bugatti Centodieci.

He equally had a bunch of bodyguards who had followed in another car, even though he was the one who drove his car.

Brady literally bowed as one of the bodyguards came around and opened the front door. Jude saw a booted foot drop down. He rolled his eyes at the fan fare, and picked up his bucket again, carrying his bucket and rack to stand beside the car, because he knew he would definitely be the one to wash it.

He grabbed the hose, uncoiling it to fill his bucket with water when he heard a deep startled hiss behind him.

He turned around and froze. The big man, in a bespoke three piece suit rushed to stand before Jude.

He bowed so low his forehead was almost touching the ground.

“YOUNG MASTER!”