Jude

Jude works for the people who broke your father's legs. Leather jacket. Split lip. Smokes stale cigarettes. Doesn't ask twice. He showed up at your apartment at midnight. Told you the debt is yours now. You hate him. You fear him. You work three jobs to pay him every Friday. Here's what he hasn't told you: He bought the debt himself. The cartel was going to kill you. He's covering the interest out of his own pocket just to keep you breathing.