Chapter 23: Payment Due

Mike Tremble was an investment banker, with a taste for cocaine. He lived a normal life on the outside- luxury home, leased BMW, wife and two kids. Lots of investments; his money was hard to trace. What no one knew, not even his wife, was that Mike’s sole customer was Bennie Jackson, the North Side’s most successful cocaine dealer. He ran a large group of thugs who distributed coke and collected payment with extreme prejudice. To hide his illegal money, Mike Tremble was investing it and keeping Jackson’s money safe.

The problem was that Mike Tremble had been taking more than his agreed upon share. Entitled to 5%, Jackson has found that Tremble was actually keeping 7%. Bennie Jackson had Dogg and Jameer visit him, and a good beating put Mike on the right path again. Then later, Jackson saw that Mike Tremble was once again keeping more than his share. Jackson saw this as a debt to be collected, in the amount of $222,000. He sent Dogg and his crew to visit Tremble and collect the money; remind him who he’s dealing with.

Around 7 PM, the doorbell rang at the Tremble home. Mike opened it and was shocked to see three of Jackson’s collectors standing there. They walked right in, all business-like, big, all wearing dark sunglasses. The family sat around in the family room, watching TV and doing different things. They all turned and stared when Mike walked in with these three big black men. One man shoved him into the family room.

“Listen,” Mike said trying to keep it quiet. “What are you guys doing here? You can’t come here. I work from my office in Classen.”

Dogg spoke up. “We ain’t here but for one thing, Mister Tremble. Jackson says you’ve been overcharging him. Again. Says you owe him money. Two hundred and twenty-two thousand dollars to be exact. We is here to collect.”

As his family looked on, confused, Mike went on. “Listen, tell Jackson I’ll talk to him tomorrow, at the office. Now go on, get out. You gotta go...”

T, Jameer and Dogg stood there. Dogg moved closer to Mike, pulled out a switchblade; snapped it open. The family gasped. He went on.

“We ain’t going nowhere chump, not until we gets the money you owe us.” Mike argued briefly, but with Dogg holding the blade and his family right here, Mike decided to get the money and work it out with Jackson tomorrow. He went into his office with Dogg, while T and Jameer watched the family.

Marie Tremble was 36, Mike’s rather average looking wife. Somewhat overweight, protected from the outside world by his money. Until now. Marie sat on the couch, not moving, not sure what to do. She tried to ask them questions, but they just told her to shut up. With her were her two daughters, Kimberly, 16, and Susan, 14. Both girls sat on the couch with her. They were all huddled up on it now, holding each other, looking very confused and very scared.

While her husband and Dogg were in the office, Jameer was noticing the two girls. One was a little older, maybe sixteen or seventeen he figured. Nice blonde hair, cute face, nice body. She had on an oversized shirt and shorts. Nice legs. Kinda average in looks, but nice. She had some tits under there; just couldn’t see much with her clutching it tightly around her. Her younger sister was probably fifteen or sixteen. She looked younger, but her tits were about as big as her sisters. She had blonde hair too, lighter than her sister. Jeesh, she looked like maybe 13 or 14. Short top, shorts. Long, skinny legs. Nice tits alright. He turned back and stared at the older girl’s trembling lips. She was very cute, that young girl body of hers looking mighty nice. Scared too; she was shaking some. He liked them scared. He said to T, “Now ain’t that a pretty young thing sitting there.”

T had noticed too, but he was actually a little more interested in the younger one. It was sick and he knew it, but damn, that little white girl in short-shorts and a short top, well she was looking mighty good. He replied to Jameer, “Yo, Jackson wants us to collect what’s owed to him, and make sure he doesn’t try it again. You thinking what I am?”

Jameer laughed some. “Shoot, I thought we were just gonna bust him up some, but I’m likin’ this idea a whole lot better, if we be thinkin’ the same jam, brother.” Just then the two came out of the office, Dogg held a gym bag, heavy with cash. Dogg growled at Mike to sit down, shoving him to the couch, the four family members now sitting together. Dogg turned to the other two. “Mutherfucker was twelve thousand short. What you think we should do about that?”

Jameer said, “The Man said, teach him a lesson. Well, the way we sees it, he owes him 12 grand plus interest. Now ‘cause he ain’t got it, now there’s a penalty fee he owes. We know a way he can pay the penalty fee. What you think?” He winked with a grin.

Dogg smiled. “Ah likes that idea.” T and Jameer moved next to Mike, then began to tape up his hands behind him. Dogg kept saying, “Nice and tight, plenty strong...” More tape went over his mouth, then his ankles got taped up good. As they worked, Marie kept asking who they were, what did they want, how do you know these men? But, as soon as they finished, they moved right to her. They taped her up the same way. The two girls sat together at the end of the couch, crying, pleading with them to let their parents go.

Dogg turned to Mike, said, “tell you what, white boy. You still owe us the money, plus interest. But now you got to pay the penalty fee for being short. Penalty. Fee. Which one of these bitches is gonna pay that? Huh? Which one, motherfucker?!”

Mike sat there next to his wife and daughters. He didn’t know how to answer; he wasn’t even sure he understood the question. Pay? Marie had a couple of bucks in her purse maybe, the kids didn’t have anything. Then Dogg turned to his daughter, Kimberly.

T and Jameer watched as Dogg turned to Kimberly. “Yo, bitch, stand the fuck up!” he yelled at her. She looked around at her parents, not sure what to do, shaking in fear of these intruders. She froze, gripping her sister.