Chapter 1

It was a warm late Saturday afternoon as Neil Nesbaum his wife Edith and their 19 year old daughter Ariel took the off ramp from the freeway leading to the garment factory he owned in the industrial area of the city, just a short stop before they went to an early dinner.

Neil’s 45 year old wife was irritated at the detour and wasn’t shy about letting him know it, she’d been carping at him for the better part of the drive. Even with her complaining he still cared for her a great deal, she still hadn’t lost her thin figure over the years even with having a child, at 120 lbs and 5’5” she was still an attractive women. Her chestnut hair was full bodied and came down below her shoulders, her gray eyes, small nose and thin lips along with her fair complexion made Neil proud of his attractive wife, even if her small breasts weren’t as big as he liked he enjoyed her sensitive dark nipples. He still loved having sex with her, she still had a tight pussy and on the rare occasion she gave him oral sex her soft moist mouth made the wait worth it.

Tonight she was dressed in her black wrap skirt that showed off her legs nicely, a red blouse, black panty hose and 2” heels and the red sexy underwear she was wearing underneath had him wishing they could get back home as quickly as possible. The only thing he didn’t like about her was her attitude, she still had the typical Jewish princes way about her that she learned from her mother, and passed along to Ariel. He listened to her voice and wished she’d just shut up and not ruin a perfectly good weekend.

“Dammit Neil why can’t you just pick up the paper work on Monday morning, why do we have to stop on the way to dinner” she pestered him.

At 55 Neil was use to his wife, he loved her and their daughter very much but sometimes she could be a real bitch. “Edith I told you I have to go to the bank first thing on Monday, it’s in the opposite direction of work and I don’t want to have to drive all the way to the factory in morning traffic to pick them up. It won’t take more then 15 minutes to print out what I need then we’ll go to dinner and be back home in time to watch the movie you wanted to see”. The tone of his wife’s voice made Neil realize that no matter how he felt about getting home he wasn’t going to get lucky tonight.

Seated in the back seat of the new SUV Ariel wasn’t only unhappy about the stop but of having to go to dinner with her parents. She had just come back from her European vacation and wanted to go out with her boyfriend, not spend her first weekend back home stuck with her parents. At 5’-7” and 120 lbs. Ariel looked much like her mother, her hair was the same dark chestnut color but she kept it much longer, almost to her waist, and her breasts were a nice b cup and tipped with small pink sensitive nipples. Tonight she wore a blue skirt and matching tank top that showed off her tanned arms and legs. Since it was warm this evening she wore no hose and had on a 3” strap heels that showed off her well manicured red painted toe nails and long lean legs. She sat in the back idly leafing through a magazine hoping her parents didn’t fight all through dinner.

Neil swung the vehicle onto the side street where his business was located, he had a profitable garment manufacturing business located in this industrial section of the city. On weekends the area was deserted except for the occasional homeless person sleeping in the alleys. What Neil hadn’t seen as he listened to his wife complain about stopping was the nondescript older car that had started following him right after he got off the freeway.

In the car were three youthful members of Leonard Washington’s business organization, of course Leonard wasn’t what they called him, most of his people referred to him as The Boss. What few friends he had called him Len and to one segment of his well disciplined organization he was Pimp Daddy.

Leonard was born into the black ghetto that was part of the industrial area of the city, he’d grown up fast and hard as most young blacks do. The one exception was that he didn’t shun school as most others did, in fact he’d graduated from the state college system with a business degree. The difference between Leonard and his fellow graduates was that he turned his knowledge towards organizing illegal activities, first in his neighborhood then expanding out so he controlled a large part of the inner city, including where Neil had his business.

At 32 Leonard had control over and more power then most CEO’s of major corporations, for the well muscled 6’-6” black man had the authority over the very lives of his people. No one crossed him, or at least lived to do it twice. His youth had taught him violence undirected was wasted, but when used properly resulted in obedience if not loyalty. Actually he treated the men that worked for him well, making sure they took care of their families and paying them well for their services. He controlled the normal violence associated with black ghettos so the crime rate was actually lower, at least crimes we associate with this type of neighborhood, then in other similar areas. If the police were aware of the reason why crime was down they weren’t telling the public and in fact Leonard’s organization had never attracted undo attention from the authorities.

Leonard’s business interests included drugs, gambling, prostitution, burglary and of course auto theft. He ran one of the biggest and best prostitution rings in the inner city, over the past several years he’d changed it from just street walking black drug addicts to Latin, European and Oriental female immigrants who entered this country illegally. His Mexican drug supplier also had a side line of smuggling people into this country and when Leonard proposed his idea of siphoning off one or two attractive girls from each batch brought across so he could start his new stable the man jumped at the chance to earn the extra money paid by Leonard. The European women came from another drug connection that brought over women from the former Soviet Republic’s. A Hong Kong connection supplied the Asian women.

Convincing the unsuspecting women to work for him wasn’t all that hard, in fact it was one of the best perks his men enjoyed. Wanda ran that part of the organization for him, she had spent several year’s on her back but was smart and good looking and tho Leonard had enjoyed her many talents as a prostitute he found her knowledge of the business very useful. She was in charge of “breaking in” the new merchandise, the usual process was a general gang bang followed by several days of physical abuse then training by Wanda or one of the other more senior girls on how to be a good whore. Leonard owned several motels in the ghetto where they plied there trade. They weren’t allowed drugs and were relatively clean, given medical attention by a Doctor and required to keep themselves fit and well groomed. Disobedience was treated harshly, punishment ranged from a simple beating to torture by one of Leonard’s men that enjoyed that sort of thing or a repeat of the gang bang. All in all it was a very profitable division of Leonard’s organization.

The three young black’s following the expensive truck watched it turn into a small side street, they decided that car jacking it would be easy. They watched it park in front of an old warehouse and a middle aged slightly over weight white man get out and unlock the door leading into the building. They couldn’t see the other occupants inside the vehicle since the windows were tinted.

Greg, the leader of the trio quickly turned the corner so he could circle the block and come in from the alley on the other side. “Listen if that cracker leaves his truck out front while he’s inside we boost it and leave, no trouble. If he comes out we just bust his chops, no fucking shooting or The Boss will shit all over us, we jus takes the car and split”, the other two nodded their heads in agreement. The Boss never wanted any killing unless he ordered it, since it just brought to much heat down from the authorities.

As they pulled out of the alley so they could see if the truck was still there they saw it pulling into the building through the now open sliding door. “Shit lets go get him inside, bust his chops, tie him up and see if there’s anything inside that building to take with us, then we go” Greg informed his companions. With that he pulled up to the side of the building and the three quickly exited the car so they could overpower their victim before he closed the door.

Neil was of course unaware of the three as he walked back to the open door to close it, he saw the shadow of Greg on the floor but before he could react the 22 year old punched him square in the jaw knocking him to the dirty cement floor. The three of them surrounded him, one kicking him in the groin, the other in the stomach as Greg hit the button so the garage door slid down and closed.

Edith heard something fall, then Neil’s cry of pain as he was kicked. She jumped out of the truck just in time to see Neil kicked in the stomach by a tall black youth, before she could even cry out she saw the door closing, blocking out the bright sunlight. “Neil ... stop don’t hit him” she cried out not realizing the danger that she was in.

“Shit” Greg shouted, then with youthful vigor he covered the distance between him and Edith before she could react and backhanded her across the side of her face sending her sprawling across the dusty floor stunning her.