Retire by the end of the month

Boy, this sure is the life, isn't it? You kick back your heels at the lovely estate you've established in the place which you always hoped to establish an estate. Robot (or monkey, for preference) butlers cater to your every whim. Life is really good.

Except for the undeniable fact that you never paid those mafia connections for those fine leather jackets you sold and now you are constantly in fear for your life.