Man, this Brok guy was either stubborn as hell or just plain stupid. He really believed Mark would somehow come up with two million. There was no way. Mark was a wreck. The money I gave him before had disappeared into his gambling habit in no time.
Unless that wasn't the point.
I leaned back in my chair and exhaled slowly, staring at nothing in particular. Maybe Brok wasn't expecting Mark to pay at all. Maybe he was aiming for Eleanor instead. That thought made my jaw tighten. The bastard probably thought he could drag her into this and use the debt as leverage. Like real life worked the same way as some cheap fantasy. It didn't. And if that was really his angle, he was going to regret it.
"You look like the shit I took days ago," Tessa said from the couch, glancing at me. "What's up, stud?"
I stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray and leaned back, resting one hand on the table. "Nothing good."
