Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
“A little over a hundred thousand.”
“Jesus, Dad!” I respond, my jaw nearly hitting the ground.
“How could you do this to us again?” Michelle asks, her voice breaking.
“Well, well! Is this a family reunion?” A strange man asks as he steps out the back door of the casino. “Am I interrupting?”
He’s short, but clearly capable of handling himself. Muscles bulge out of the sleeves of his tight-fitting shirt, and he’s casually flipping a pocket knife.
“No!” Dad shouts at the man, standing up defensively. “You leave them out of this!”