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Chapter 2.
Bosco and Faith stepped outside of the Precinct and took in the nice air.
"So you going out and looking for Miss Right?" Bosco gave a grim stare at his partner when she began to giggle.
"Very funny....naaaa just going home and crashing....need a lift?" Faith shook her head.
"No, see you tomorrow, Boz."
Both partners didn't have to say anything else knowing what each othr was thinking and they both left going their own separate ways thinking tomorrow would just be another long day.
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The first thing that came to Mikey's senses was his head smacking something hard and cold. He opened his eyes expecting to see something to make him realize where he might be but all he saw was nothing but complete pitch-blackness. Another jump and he hit his head again and it dawned on him, he was in the trunk of a car.
It didn't take him long to recall what had happened in his small apartment and when his eye began to surge with agony he brought a shaky hand to stop it. That only caused more pain and a stream of profanity came from him as the eye screamed in protest.
Before he could think of something to do to get out of this predicament the car he was in came to a halt and he could hear voices outside the car that he could have sworn that he recognized.
The trunk opened and Mikey was looking right at some of what he liked to call his friends. Nick was standing there with Joey of course, and a couple of others he really did recognize just couldn't remember their names.
"Hey guys....long time no see." Mikey was grabbed roughly and before he could get up onto his feet he was dragged, never really having the opportunity to walk.
"Come on can't we talk about this, I mean you don't want to be doing this....Joey." Words came out of Mikey's mouth, they were coming out quickly, he was thinking these would be the last he would every say again. "Nick come on, were buds right....right?"
Nobody said anything, just kept on walking till they reached a certain area where a man was smoking a cigar and was waiting non-to patiently for them.
As Mikey's eyes wondered around he recognized as being in one of the old factories from the 1950's to help the war efforts but then was shut down and never used again.
They stopped and let go of Mikey's arms so he then flopped down on the ground not ready to be let go and ended up with some dirt from the old factory floor. Mikey got up and sat on his knees noticing for the first time the man had moved to stand in front of him. Rick Deamilis. The man who Mikey been running drugs for some time and actually never got to meet him only his coworkers. It then dawned on Mikey, nobody ever saw Big Rick....well some probably did but they never got the chance to tell about it.
"Big Rick, look I'm sorry...." Rick stopped Mikey's sentence by circling him, making Mikey follow his every movement.
"I don't like it when I trust somebody with my money and they keep it for their own personal pleasure,....I don't like it when I have to come out of my house and see this person, and I especially don't like it when my runners don't deliver their goods." Rick stopped circling when he finished, coming right in front of Mikey's line of vision.
Rick then brought up his boot and placed it on Mikey's chest. Mikey looked down at it for a second and then looked back at Rick.
"You screw with me Mikey....I fuck with you." Rick then used his muscle and strength to forcefully push Mikey down hard onto the ground making him lay on his back.
Rick didn't do anything, just began to walk towards his black limo that waited for him and he turned back around. "I enjoyed this little meeting Mikey and I should have some fun with your brother and mother." He then got into the back and rolled down the window where Nick was standing close, Rick flicked the cigar and before the tented window went up he smoothly said "Mess him up good."
Mikey had heard the words from Rick as the car drove away and he didn't fail to hear they were going after his family. He had to do something. But that was before the first kick came to his rib cage and he crunched up into a fetal position. He could feel every punch and kick until his world exploded when a foot landed at the side of his head.
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Bosco rolled over in his bed. He had been awakened for some reason. He didn't know why but something had disturbed his sleep. That is when the phone had begun to ring again, he looked over at the clock that seemed to be piercing his senses and tired eyes, '2.am, who in the hell would be calling so late' he thought.
He reached over to grab the phone debating on whether or not to pick it up and just simply hang it up again. But he didn't and answered it with a groggy voice. "Hello"
It was his mother on the end sounding rather frantic. "Maurice....ummmm...somebody broke into my apartment the bar and ummmm I just...oh God I...." Bosco jumped from his bed and holding the phone with his shoulder he searched out his pants.
"Are you okay Ma?"
"Yeah I'm fine but God it's so,...I'm just so scared Maurice." "Look I'm coming over right now, go over to one of your neighbors and call the police I'll be there."
He could hear his mother's voice begin to tremble.
"Okay dear,..I'm so sorry for waking you up....oh who would do this to me?" Bosco had no answer, probably some crack head that needed money or something worse; somebody was coming after their family.
"Don't worry Ma, I'll be there, love you." He hung up the phone and grabbed his NYPD wind-breaker jacket that sat on one of the chairs. He was in such a hurry he didn't even think once about his badge or gun that sat on the night stand next to his bed. He left the apartment.
Bosco reached his car in record time, his fingers were shaking and he couldn't find his car key to unlock the door. When he did he jumped in and tried to start the engine all he got for his troubles was a click. At first he looked at it in shock, turned the key pressed the gas trying to get it to turn over but nothing would work. His car rarely gave him problems but to do this now to do this at such a crucial point in time he could only hit the steering wheel hard. "DAMMIT!"
He jumped out of the car popping the hood and looking inside trying to find something wrong and that is when he spotted it. The spark plugs to the engine of the car, the life of the car was pulled from its respectful places not allowing the engine to get the spark it needed to start up.
Bosco grabbed the hood and let it slam hard. He put his head down in defeat he let out slow breaths trying to calm his quickened angry. Opening his eyes he noticed he was now standing in gas. His car had been on a small incline and therefore the gasoline had traveled towards the front of the car. He came around to the back end where the fuel tank was and bent down, pressing his face to the ground looking underneath. He saw the gas coming out of his car like it was blood. "SON OF A BITCH!"
He than pushed himself off the ground clenching his fists trying to keep the enraged feeling in check at such a early morning hour. All he wanted to do was yell as loud as he could muster, scream every cuss word in the book and then possibly kick something. All he could do now was tighten and then would release his clenched fists starting to look around furiously, wondering if the asshole who had fucked up his car was anywhere nearby.
When he was satisfied not seeing anybody he looked sourly at his car and then turned around and began to jog out of the parking lot. His mother's house was a good 30minutes walk from his place but if he ran most of the way he would be there in no time flat.
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Amber Robins who had just moved into the apartment above the bar was awakened from her sleep. She was in her late 20's, single and was new to the whole scene of New York City. Amber had no idea why somebody would be knocking on her door but it had to be some kind of reason so she threw on her robe and stumbled to the door. She peeked out the little peephole and saw a rather distressed Angela, the landlord of the building.
The door flew open immediately. "Mrs. Angela..wuz wrong?" "Ummmm I was wondering if I could ummmm....call the police cause," Angela took in a deep breath trying to stop the rattlers in her stomach. "somebody trashed my...my apartment and the bar."
Amber's hand instinctively went to her mouth. "Then why are you standing out there? Come on in." Amber let Angela bypass her before she took one look out the hallway both ways before she slammed the door and doubled locked it.
"Would you like some coffee....some tea...herbal tea?"
Angela called from the living room. "Tea would do dear, thank you."
Two hot steaming teas were brewed a couple minutes later as Amber came walking back and handed it to the still shocked Angela Boscorelli.
"Oh thank you....who would do such a thing to me?"
Amber stayed silent until she got up and picked up the phone and gave it to Angela. "Here you should call the police."
Angela's hand flew to her temple. "Dammit I knew I forgot something, my son should be here any second....he a cop, you know, my son." She finished that off with bit of a proud smile as she finished the last number and put the phone to her ear.
Amber smiled. "Well then I bet he will get things sorted out for you."
Both women would sit there silently waiting for the police and Bosco. Only the officers showed up and Bosco didn't.
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Bosco sometimes really hated walking. He had stopped running a couple blocks down, not cause he was tired but he just didn't want to do it anymore. That's why he had a damn car so he wouldn't have to walk or run to his mothers so early in the morning. But no somebody had to fuck with the family and his car; of all the things leave his precious car alone.
Bosco began to wonder who was doing this. The more he came up with reasons why his car was screwed up and Mom's things the more his mind would go towards Mikey. He was always doing stuff to get the entire family involved whether that being when he was younger and it would be school related or now with his drugs.
The more things he came up with the more he was beginning to wonder if he should have another talk with his younger brother. But he didn't want to have to think about that right now, at 2:am, no all he wanted was to get to his mother's in one piece.
Even though Bosco was a grown man and was one of the city's finest police officers he still could not help but look back once in a while just to see if somebody was following him. Every few steps he would turn around his head to see if he was being followed, his paranoia getting the best of him. He didn't understand why it was kicking in but as a cop your trained on that instinct to not just ignore it. No, you listen to it cause mostly that instinct that you have from your primal ancestor is 110% correct.
As Bosco crossed the street he began to quicken his pace again feeling that urge to run again when he moved out of the streets lucid light and into some of the darkened spots on the sidewalk. The next street light was up ahead. It was like playing a game when you're a child, reach the light before something grabs you in the dark.
When he was in between the lights he heard a car peeling from behind him; his head spun around and that is when he noticed the two guys who where coming up from behind him. As they were running up to him he heard the van hit the curb so it was blocking his path.
'Gun' screamed Bosco's mind. His hand flew as quickly as it could but to his utter dismay it wasn't resting on his hip, no he had forgotten it, probably still on the night stand next to his unmade bed. His mind raced what to do next, fight them or....what would Faith do? Bosco knew what she would do and that would be to get help and get it fast so he turned and began to run. Only when he ran past the van's back doors they opened and somebody jumped and tackled him to the ground.
Bosco grunted when he felt his body hit the cold pavement with the body weight of the other man on top of him. He tried kicking him off before the two other goons reached them but his struggle landed him a blow to the stomach. He wrapped his arms around his abdomen protectively as he felt the precious air leave his surprised lungs. He closed his eyes trying to block out the pain, taking in quick short breaths.
Bosco's eyes flew open when he felt something prick the side of his neck, almost the feeling as though a bee had stung him. He saw it, the syringe. They had just injected him with something, a drug, shit it could be anything, lethal for all he knew. Why where they doing this to him, what had he ever done to them?
Two sets of a pair of hands reached down and grabbed a hold of his shirt and shoulders and picked him up off the ground. Bosco couldn't get his feet underneath him, they were not obeying his order to stop stumbling around and twisting. But that didn't matter cause before he could protest or do anything about his predicament he was thrown roughly into the back of the van.
He could feel the cold metal of the van's floor on his hot cheek. He tried to get up, willing his body to set up and get the hell out of there but all he could do was lay and try and keep the idea of sleeping out of his mind.
Bosco blinked his eyes fast trying to wake himself up but it wasn't working and as he felt the van doors shut and the car backing up he closed his eyes losing the fight to whatever was working in his system.
The van that held Officer Boscorelli tore out of the area leaving no sign or a single clue in what had happened to him.
A woman who had been sitting in her car was about to leave her home when she had watched the whole scene played out before her. With horrified eyes she watched a man get drugged and thrown into the back of a van. She didn't know what to make of it but she sure is hell was not going to act as though it never happened.
TBC....
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Chapter 2.
Bosco and Faith stepped outside of the Precinct and took in the nice air.
"So you going out and looking for Miss Right?" Bosco gave a grim stare at his partner when she began to giggle.
"Very funny....naaaa just going home and crashing....need a lift?" Faith shook her head.
"No, see you tomorrow, Boz."
Both partners didn't have to say anything else knowing what each othr was thinking and they both left going their own separate ways thinking tomorrow would just be another long day.
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The first thing that came to Mikey's senses was his head smacking something hard and cold. He opened his eyes expecting to see something to make him realize where he might be but all he saw was nothing but complete pitch-blackness. Another jump and he hit his head again and it dawned on him, he was in the trunk of a car.
It didn't take him long to recall what had happened in his small apartment and when his eye began to surge with agony he brought a shaky hand to stop it. That only caused more pain and a stream of profanity came from him as the eye screamed in protest.
Before he could think of something to do to get out of this predicament the car he was in came to a halt and he could hear voices outside the car that he could have sworn that he recognized.
The trunk opened and Mikey was looking right at some of what he liked to call his friends. Nick was standing there with Joey of course, and a couple of others he really did recognize just couldn't remember their names.
"Hey guys....long time no see." Mikey was grabbed roughly and before he could get up onto his feet he was dragged, never really having the opportunity to walk.
"Come on can't we talk about this, I mean you don't want to be doing this....Joey." Words came out of Mikey's mouth, they were coming out quickly, he was thinking these would be the last he would every say again. "Nick come on, were buds right....right?"
Nobody said anything, just kept on walking till they reached a certain area where a man was smoking a cigar and was waiting non-to patiently for them.
As Mikey's eyes wondered around he recognized as being in one of the old factories from the 1950's to help the war efforts but then was shut down and never used again.
They stopped and let go of Mikey's arms so he then flopped down on the ground not ready to be let go and ended up with some dirt from the old factory floor. Mikey got up and sat on his knees noticing for the first time the man had moved to stand in front of him. Rick Deamilis. The man who Mikey been running drugs for some time and actually never got to meet him only his coworkers. It then dawned on Mikey, nobody ever saw Big Rick....well some probably did but they never got the chance to tell about it.
"Big Rick, look I'm sorry...." Rick stopped Mikey's sentence by circling him, making Mikey follow his every movement.
"I don't like it when I trust somebody with my money and they keep it for their own personal pleasure,....I don't like it when I have to come out of my house and see this person, and I especially don't like it when my runners don't deliver their goods." Rick stopped circling when he finished, coming right in front of Mikey's line of vision.
Rick then brought up his boot and placed it on Mikey's chest. Mikey looked down at it for a second and then looked back at Rick.
"You screw with me Mikey....I fuck with you." Rick then used his muscle and strength to forcefully push Mikey down hard onto the ground making him lay on his back.
Rick didn't do anything, just began to walk towards his black limo that waited for him and he turned back around. "I enjoyed this little meeting Mikey and I should have some fun with your brother and mother." He then got into the back and rolled down the window where Nick was standing close, Rick flicked the cigar and before the tented window went up he smoothly said "Mess him up good."
Mikey had heard the words from Rick as the car drove away and he didn't fail to hear they were going after his family. He had to do something. But that was before the first kick came to his rib cage and he crunched up into a fetal position. He could feel every punch and kick until his world exploded when a foot landed at the side of his head.
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Bosco rolled over in his bed. He had been awakened for some reason. He didn't know why but something had disturbed his sleep. That is when the phone had begun to ring again, he looked over at the clock that seemed to be piercing his senses and tired eyes, '2.am, who in the hell would be calling so late' he thought.
He reached over to grab the phone debating on whether or not to pick it up and just simply hang it up again. But he didn't and answered it with a groggy voice. "Hello"
It was his mother on the end sounding rather frantic. "Maurice....ummmm...somebody broke into my apartment the bar and ummmm I just...oh God I...." Bosco jumped from his bed and holding the phone with his shoulder he searched out his pants.
"Are you okay Ma?"
"Yeah I'm fine but God it's so,...I'm just so scared Maurice." "Look I'm coming over right now, go over to one of your neighbors and call the police I'll be there."
He could hear his mother's voice begin to tremble.
"Okay dear,..I'm so sorry for waking you up....oh who would do this to me?" Bosco had no answer, probably some crack head that needed money or something worse; somebody was coming after their family.
"Don't worry Ma, I'll be there, love you." He hung up the phone and grabbed his NYPD wind-breaker jacket that sat on one of the chairs. He was in such a hurry he didn't even think once about his badge or gun that sat on the night stand next to his bed. He left the apartment.
Bosco reached his car in record time, his fingers were shaking and he couldn't find his car key to unlock the door. When he did he jumped in and tried to start the engine all he got for his troubles was a click. At first he looked at it in shock, turned the key pressed the gas trying to get it to turn over but nothing would work. His car rarely gave him problems but to do this now to do this at such a crucial point in time he could only hit the steering wheel hard. "DAMMIT!"
He jumped out of the car popping the hood and looking inside trying to find something wrong and that is when he spotted it. The spark plugs to the engine of the car, the life of the car was pulled from its respectful places not allowing the engine to get the spark it needed to start up.
Bosco grabbed the hood and let it slam hard. He put his head down in defeat he let out slow breaths trying to calm his quickened angry. Opening his eyes he noticed he was now standing in gas. His car had been on a small incline and therefore the gasoline had traveled towards the front of the car. He came around to the back end where the fuel tank was and bent down, pressing his face to the ground looking underneath. He saw the gas coming out of his car like it was blood. "SON OF A BITCH!"
He than pushed himself off the ground clenching his fists trying to keep the enraged feeling in check at such a early morning hour. All he wanted to do was yell as loud as he could muster, scream every cuss word in the book and then possibly kick something. All he could do now was tighten and then would release his clenched fists starting to look around furiously, wondering if the asshole who had fucked up his car was anywhere nearby.
When he was satisfied not seeing anybody he looked sourly at his car and then turned around and began to jog out of the parking lot. His mother's house was a good 30minutes walk from his place but if he ran most of the way he would be there in no time flat.
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Amber Robins who had just moved into the apartment above the bar was awakened from her sleep. She was in her late 20's, single and was new to the whole scene of New York City. Amber had no idea why somebody would be knocking on her door but it had to be some kind of reason so she threw on her robe and stumbled to the door. She peeked out the little peephole and saw a rather distressed Angela, the landlord of the building.
The door flew open immediately. "Mrs. Angela..wuz wrong?" "Ummmm I was wondering if I could ummmm....call the police cause," Angela took in a deep breath trying to stop the rattlers in her stomach. "somebody trashed my...my apartment and the bar."
Amber's hand instinctively went to her mouth. "Then why are you standing out there? Come on in." Amber let Angela bypass her before she took one look out the hallway both ways before she slammed the door and doubled locked it.
"Would you like some coffee....some tea...herbal tea?"
Angela called from the living room. "Tea would do dear, thank you."
Two hot steaming teas were brewed a couple minutes later as Amber came walking back and handed it to the still shocked Angela Boscorelli.
"Oh thank you....who would do such a thing to me?"
Amber stayed silent until she got up and picked up the phone and gave it to Angela. "Here you should call the police."
Angela's hand flew to her temple. "Dammit I knew I forgot something, my son should be here any second....he a cop, you know, my son." She finished that off with bit of a proud smile as she finished the last number and put the phone to her ear.
Amber smiled. "Well then I bet he will get things sorted out for you."
Both women would sit there silently waiting for the police and Bosco. Only the officers showed up and Bosco didn't.
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Bosco sometimes really hated walking. He had stopped running a couple blocks down, not cause he was tired but he just didn't want to do it anymore. That's why he had a damn car so he wouldn't have to walk or run to his mothers so early in the morning. But no somebody had to fuck with the family and his car; of all the things leave his precious car alone.
Bosco began to wonder who was doing this. The more he came up with reasons why his car was screwed up and Mom's things the more his mind would go towards Mikey. He was always doing stuff to get the entire family involved whether that being when he was younger and it would be school related or now with his drugs.
The more things he came up with the more he was beginning to wonder if he should have another talk with his younger brother. But he didn't want to have to think about that right now, at 2:am, no all he wanted was to get to his mother's in one piece.
Even though Bosco was a grown man and was one of the city's finest police officers he still could not help but look back once in a while just to see if somebody was following him. Every few steps he would turn around his head to see if he was being followed, his paranoia getting the best of him. He didn't understand why it was kicking in but as a cop your trained on that instinct to not just ignore it. No, you listen to it cause mostly that instinct that you have from your primal ancestor is 110% correct.
As Bosco crossed the street he began to quicken his pace again feeling that urge to run again when he moved out of the streets lucid light and into some of the darkened spots on the sidewalk. The next street light was up ahead. It was like playing a game when you're a child, reach the light before something grabs you in the dark.
When he was in between the lights he heard a car peeling from behind him; his head spun around and that is when he noticed the two guys who where coming up from behind him. As they were running up to him he heard the van hit the curb so it was blocking his path.
'Gun' screamed Bosco's mind. His hand flew as quickly as it could but to his utter dismay it wasn't resting on his hip, no he had forgotten it, probably still on the night stand next to his unmade bed. His mind raced what to do next, fight them or....what would Faith do? Bosco knew what she would do and that would be to get help and get it fast so he turned and began to run. Only when he ran past the van's back doors they opened and somebody jumped and tackled him to the ground.
Bosco grunted when he felt his body hit the cold pavement with the body weight of the other man on top of him. He tried kicking him off before the two other goons reached them but his struggle landed him a blow to the stomach. He wrapped his arms around his abdomen protectively as he felt the precious air leave his surprised lungs. He closed his eyes trying to block out the pain, taking in quick short breaths.
Bosco's eyes flew open when he felt something prick the side of his neck, almost the feeling as though a bee had stung him. He saw it, the syringe. They had just injected him with something, a drug, shit it could be anything, lethal for all he knew. Why where they doing this to him, what had he ever done to them?
Two sets of a pair of hands reached down and grabbed a hold of his shirt and shoulders and picked him up off the ground. Bosco couldn't get his feet underneath him, they were not obeying his order to stop stumbling around and twisting. But that didn't matter cause before he could protest or do anything about his predicament he was thrown roughly into the back of the van.
He could feel the cold metal of the van's floor on his hot cheek. He tried to get up, willing his body to set up and get the hell out of there but all he could do was lay and try and keep the idea of sleeping out of his mind.
Bosco blinked his eyes fast trying to wake himself up but it wasn't working and as he felt the van doors shut and the car backing up he closed his eyes losing the fight to whatever was working in his system.
The van that held Officer Boscorelli tore out of the area leaving no sign or a single clue in what had happened to him.
A woman who had been sitting in her car was about to leave her home when she had watched the whole scene played out before her. With horrified eyes she watched a man get drugged and thrown into the back of a van. She didn't know what to make of it but she sure is hell was not going to act as though it never happened.
TBC....
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