WIP 3

“You gonna give me the money?” Frank was sweating, not that Frank minded sweating, it’s just that Frank minded sweating in his three thousand dollar suit.
“Why did you run? You must have known that I would catch you. I mean previous experience alone should have led you to realize this.” It was true Frank had chased Jesse, a small time coke dealer, four previous times when he had gone to collect from him. The only reason he was allowed to deal in this neighborhood was because he was small time, and because he was the son of a cousin of one of the lieutenants. It was for this same reason that he thought he could get out of paying Frank. Now back behind a Mario’s Pizza parlor in an alley littered with pizza boxes, empty bottles, and newspapers soggy from a rain the previous day, Frank had Jesse pinned against a wall next to a dented green trash dumpster. With his hand securely gripped around Jesse’s platinum chain that hung nearly down to his waist and ended in a pendant of a Jesus in front of a dollar bill symbol, Frank proceeded to garrote Jesse. Jesus’ came complete with a diamond encrusted halo, and a heart of gold.
“C’mon Frankie, let me off this time. I ain’t got no money.”
“You say that every week,” Frank said nonchalantly punching Jesse in the abdomen. He hated being called Frankie. Jesse doubled over with an explosion of air escaping his lungs. Bent over wheezing he tried to utter a sentence fragment.
“I don’t want to hear anything you have to say Jesse, I just want you to give me the money you owe Mr. Concanon. Lifting his head to meet Franks eyes Jesse’s jaw began to open and a vowel came out. “I-.” Frank thrust his fist into Jesses’ abdomen again, his knuckles thrust upward and slammed into Jesses’ ribcage. With a resounding thud and another explosion of breath Jesse fell to his knees. A sodden newspaper clung to his jeans soaking them through, as the liquid soaked into his pants a dark color began to seep through his knees. Jesse thrust his hand into his pocket and pulled out a sweaty wad of ten and twenty dollar bills.
“This is all I got, I swear.”
Without counting the money Frank casually put it into his inside jacket pocket, “Now now Jesse no need for swearing, I believed this was all you had before you even spoke. You wouldn’t try to lie to me even after running from me would you?”
“No Mr. Frank, I wouldn’t”
“Frank will do Jesse, just Frank, you have a good day now.”
“Thank you Frank.” Jesse said clutching his stomach still kneeling on the wet pavement. Frank adjusted his jacket collar, fixed his medium length jet black hair and strolled out from the alley.