Collecting a Debt

Gambling debts mounting James was still driving his BMW to work and his wife still had a Benz. I couldn’t believe it as I sat in the front seat of my Honda Civic Charlie snoozing next to me. Still as he pulled out the driveway and headed off to work leaving his wife and daughter behind for the day I was more determined to get what was due me and with interest.
I jabbed Charlie with my elbow and got out the car. It was around eight and the two remaining members of the household would probably be soon on their way out as well so we had to be quick to stop that.
With a grunt Charlie was up and out the car slamming the door as he did. I winced at how much noise the man made but he was a big man. Black and at about six nine and three hundred and some pounds he was an intimidating sight. I met him when I did a stint in the local prison. We shared a cell and I suspected when he saw me he was sure that I was going to be his new bitch for the length of my sentence but I turned the tables the first night.
He tried to make a move on me while I was taking a piss. I turned and grabbed his nuts, a handful they were and pulled and told him who was whose bitch. I think that’s all that was needed because after that or relationship had no sexual overtones.
When I got out I told him to look me up on his release. He did and became one of my best collectors because of his size. That’s one reason he was with me walking across the lawn with a small one foot sign from the lawn service advertising their service to others. It was a nice lawn well kept and pissed me off knowing James owed me money and for three months was stalling.
I knocked on the door.
His wife answered. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her hour glass figure nicely and accentuated her ample bosom.
“Can I help you,” she had the door opened a crack probably ready to get her day going. It was the right time to catch her.
I bullied my way in.
Her eyes widened with fear and she was about to scream when Charlie clamped his massive hand over her mouth and dragged her into the living. I closed and locked the door.
Pulling the curtains and then turning the light on I sat next to her on the couch. “Do anything silly and it’s not going to be good.” I said. “Where’s the kid?”
Her eyes rolled towards the stairs pretty blue eyes like the ocean. I liked those and I liked her lips full and glistening with freshly applied lipstick.
“Call her down stairs?”
Charlie removed his hand.
“Honey come down please we have to go.” She said her voice shaky.
“Alright mom,” a voice responded. A door slammed and footsteps on the stairs followed.
The girl that entered the living room was an exact version of her mother only younger. I guessed she was fourteen.
“Hello,” I said. “Come here and sit next to Uncle Jack.
“Mommy,” she said looking towards her mom for help.
I nodded to Charlie to move his hand again.