Chapter 9Julian Diszno yelled into the phone. “Just shut up you stupid slut. You won't win. I gotta go.” He made sure the call disconnected by pressing several times on the bottom of his phone. A barrage of curse words flew from his mouth in a medley of Bohemian languages.
“What's wrong Boss?” Ray asked. Both well-dressed men sat in the back of a private coach heading for Las Vegas. Ray had dull looking small eyes. His biceps bulged through an expensive silk suit. As a personal assistant with a background in European law, he doubled as security to the famous painter who owned several homes in various countries. Right now, they were traveling from his Rancho Mirage estate in California.
“Number six. b***h is divorcing me and wants to sue for alimony. You met her at the Getty museum.” He s
