Adeline giggled, clinging to Alex's arm. "Don't tease the fool, babe. He's a hundred million in the hole. He wouldn't dare show his face anywhere."
"Probably won't make it through the night. Some collector will catch up to him and leave him dead in the gutter."
Peggy spat on the ground. "Good riddance. That's karma."
Right then, a crowd surged up behind us.
At the front was a hulking, shaved-headed man named Bruno, trailed by seven or eight guys covered in tattoos.
Bruno peeled off his jacket and bellowed, "You owe money, you pay up. That's how the world works!"
Adeline and Alex flinched at the sudden roar.
Peggy spotted the collectors and whipped out the divorce agreement. "He's already divorced from my daughter. Kill him, gut him, do whatever you want. It's got nothing to do with us."
Bruno looked baffled. He jerked his chin at the men behind him, signaling them to bring someone forward. "Why don't you take a look for yourself and point out which ones are your people?"
Tim was dragged in, his face a mess of bruises—purple and swollen—and he was screaming like a stuck pig. "Mom! Sis! Brother-in-law, save me!"