Pete was in his kitchen grabbing a coffee. There was a knock at the door.
Expecting Gerry, his cousin and best friend, Pete just yelled out for him to come in. Pete rented a basement apartment in East Toronto. He basically had an open door policy for friends and family.
The door opened, but nobody yelled to their presence so Pete went out to investigate and was grabbed from behind.
"Time to pay up or pray to the deity of your choice. I would pick two or more if I were you. You're in deep shit to the eyeballs squid!"
Pete managed to garble out some words, "Let go Walter!"
"Yeah Walter, let him go so he can beg. I want to hear him grovel before I teach him a lesson in punctuality of payments and a thing or two about loyalty."
Walter let go, but pushed Pete to a submissive kneeling position in front of Lewis Parker. Mr. Parker had helped himself to a kitchen chair and was leaning his forearms across the back of it, so he was eye to eye with his prey.
"Now, Pete when I tell you a date by which I need a payment, it is not a suggestion, it's pretty much set in stone."
"I know Lew." Pete uttered.
"Let's not get too familiar here, it’s not a social call. We’re discussing your unwillingness to cooperate and not having a beer at Tony's."
"Fine .... Mr. Parker!" Pete spat out. “I'm sorry I'm late, but I got laid off. You know, no work no pay." Pete was letting his sarcasm slip out. He knew it might get him killed to say too much, but these goons were annoying him by not listening. If he had to go out, he would go out fighting.
"I'm not interested in the excuses Peter. Just pay what you owe and I'll be out of your hair."
"And if I don't?" There went his mouth again but he couldn't help it.
"Well that's easy really, if you refuse to pay I'm going to let Walter here take a few chunks out of your hide."
Peter had made the mistake of not taking Mr. Parker seriously and Walter went to work on him.
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