Title: Twisted
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 4
Angela was carrying some boxes up from the basement when a knock at the front door caught her attention. She frowned as she looked up before making her way to the door. She was about to tell whoever it was that they were closed when she noticed the floral delivery truck outside. Her brow creased in puzzlement as she took in the delivery man standing before her, holding a rather large, yet breathtaking floral arrangement in his hands. She quickly unlocked the door. "Can I help you?" She asked.
"I have a delivery for an Angela Boscorelli."
"I'm Angela Boscorelli."
"I just need you to sign here, ma'am." The delivery man said, handing her his pen and clipboard.
"Who are they from?" Angela asked. She spied the card but the only message on it said, "To a beautiful woman." There was no signature.
"I don't know?" The man shrugged unconcerned, as he took his pen back and handed her the flowers.
"Thanks." Angela called out as she quickly locked the door and made her way inside. She set the bouquet on the bar and admired the gorgeous arrangement. Although slightly perturbed, she couldn't prevent the small smile that stretched across her face at the knowledge that someone still found her attractive. As she arranged the flowers, she couldn't help but to wonder who had sent them.
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The man sat in his car across the street. A grin was etched on his face as he watched Angela place the floral arrangement he had gotten her on the counter. For a second he wondered if she liked them, if she liked him. Fear seized him suddenly, the possibility of being rejected far too much for him to handle. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Soon, reassurance flowed through him once more, and when he opened his eyes, he was smiling. Of course she loved the flowers, he thought chastising himself. They were meant to be together. She loved him just as much as he loved her. They were going to be together forever, he reasoned. Satisfied in this knowledge, he fixed intense eyes on his obsession once more. "I'll see you tonight my love." He said before starting the car and putting it into drive. He pulled out into the traffic, a huge grin on his face. Now that he had disposed of his 'problem' he was finally free to be with Angela. There was absolutely nothing and nobody standing in his way. "Soon, very soon." He whispered his face suddenly serious. "Nothing's going to prevent us from being together. Nothing."
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Angela was pouring a drink for a client when she saw her eldest son walk through the front door. "Hey, ma." Bosco said as he walked up to her. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek before moving back. "So, what's up?" He asked her as he sat down in the stool across from her.
"Nothing much." She told him as she poured him a drink. "You look like you had a rough day at work." She said as she took in her haggard looking son. Bosco wearily ran his hand through his hair before pulling the glass towards him and downing the amber liquid, the fluid instantly warming him from the inside out.
"You could say that." Bosco said as he slowly turned the glass in his hands, watching the light reflect off of it, deep in thought.
"Tough day at work?" His mother asked as she leaned towards him, staring intently into her son's eyes. He stared at her for a moment, thinking of the brutally mutilated corpse he had seen earlier that day, before opening his mouth to speak.
"Just a long day I guess." He told her casually. "It's the same crap every time. God this city is just full of psychos."
"Any particular case you're talking about?" She asked him as she straightened up.
"Nah." He told her, holding out his glass so that she could refill it. She frowned slightly before grabbing the Jack Daniels and pouring him another shot.
"Go easy with this, okay?" She told him as she put the bottle away. Bosco nodded his head before taking another sip of the whiskey. He looked at the bar and finally noticed the flower arrangement.
"Where'd the flowers come from?" He asked her curiously.
"Oh, those." His mother said, as she looked at them, her cheeks slightly flushed. "They came this morning." She told him as she poured a drink for a client.
"Who're they from?" Bosco asked, trying to appear nonchalant but deeply intrigued.
"I don't know." Angela said, putting the bottle away.
"You don't know?" Bosco said slowly, trying to understand.
"They didn't sign the card."
"Well, what did it say?" Bosco asked her.
"To a beautiful woman." Angela said, a trace of pride in her voice.
"To a beautiful woman?" Bosco asked, somewhat incredulously.
"Don't look so surprised." Angela snapped, her feelings hurt. "You know, your mother was a very beautiful woman back in her day," She told him, pointing her finger at him, "And I can still turn a few heads." She said, leaning towards him, her elbows on the bar, their heads close.
"I know -" Bosco started to say, trying to defend himself from the onslaught attack.
"Well you best remember it." Angela Boscorelli said huffily as she straightened up once more.
"Ma, how can I forget that?" Bosco asked, putting on his most sincere smile, trying desperately to back out of the corner he had gotten himself into.
"Nice try." Angela said, but a smile broke across her face at her son's obvious discomfort. "Is it so hard to believe that someone finds me attractive?" She asked him as she lit a cigarette.
"No. What I find hard to believe is that you're not at all curious as to who this guy is." Bosco told her, carefully choosing his words.
"I never said I wasn't curious." Angela told her eldest as she exhaled, blowing the smoke away from him.
"Is this the first time you've gotten something from this 'admirer'?" Bosco asked, his drink forgotten.
"Not that it's any of your business but no. I got a rose and another note a couple of days ago." She said casually as she poured herself a drink.
"What did it say?" Bosco asked concerned.
"For the most beautiful woman in the world, love always." Angela said, smiling wistfully.
"You're not at all concerned by this?" Bosco asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Concerned that someone just happens to find me attractive and wants to send me flowers?" Angela asked, clearly annoyed.
"No. Concerned that some psycho you don't know is sending you flowers and creepy notes." Bosco said exasperated, not understanding how his mother could fail to see the danger of the situation.
"There's nothing wrong with someone finding someone attractive and sending them flowers." Angela told him snubbing out her cigarette. She saw the worry in his eyes and sighed. "Maurice baby," She told him stooping down to his level, " I understand that you're worried but don't be. I know that being a cop your mind works overtime, especially witnessing the things you do on a daily basis but you don't have to worry. This person is harmless." She told him staring into his face.
Bosco sighed, shaking his head at his over-reaction. "Yeah, you're probably right." He said as he got up and gave his mother another kiss on the cheek before grabbing his jacket and putting it on. "You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I've just had a long day at work." Bosco told her as he fingered his car keys. "Just...be careful, okay?" He told her, "I mean you never know..." He said trailing off, suddenly feeling ridiculous.
"Yes, I'll be careful." Angela said, obviously trying to appease her son. "And would you do me a favor? Would you please stop worrying so much and stop trying to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You'll only go gray prematurely and give yourself an ulcer." She told him, lighting up another cigarette. Bosco just shook his head at her before turning around and heading out the door.
"Drive carefully." His mother called out as she watched his retreating back.
"Stop worrying so much." He said, throwing her words back at her before walking into the cool night air. Angela shook her head and sighed before going back to work, completely oblivious to the pair of furious eyes that were boring a hole into her.
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The man sat in the corner of the dimly lit and smoky bar. He had watched the entire exchange and pure rage filled him. The entire time he had cursed the fact that he hadn't been able to hear the conversation that was taking place between Angela and her lover. He had watched as the man had come into the bar and walked right up to Angela, obviously knowing her. As the man kissed her, he could feel his blood pressure rising. He had observed how the man had leaned in close, his lips caressing her skin, lingering there. Anger filled him at the concept that someone else had touched his woman. That someone had so blatantly touched what was clearly his. He saw how easily they interacted with one another, the smiles they threw at one another, and watched as Angela's face had lit up at the sight of him. He could see different emotions reflected on her face ranging form happiness to concern and a brief flicker of irritation until concern once more dominated her features. But, the one emotion that was constantly there, that never faltered the entire time that Angela and the man were talking together, was love. He could see it clearly in her eyes even from across the room. He watched as she leaned down seductively towards her lover, her cleavage exposed and felt himself growing even more angry. How dare she taunt him so blatantly? How dare she love another, he thought to himself. He watched as they kissed once more, his sick, twisted mind failing to see what the kiss really was, a mere peck on the cheek between mother and son. Instead, his mind twisted what he saw until it fit his own warped perception. To him, it was the kiss shared between lovers, done to taunt him, to make him jealous. He watched as the man finally left and fixed enraged eyes on Angela. As he watched her at the bar, clearly mocking him, taunting him, teasing him, he could feel himself losing control. Suddenly, the shattering of glass met his ears. Startled, he looked down and saw that the glass he had been gripping had shattered under the force of his hand. Slowly, he opened it and watched detached as the shards of glass clattered onto the tabletop. He calmly picked the pieces of glass out of his hand and watched as drops of blood, his blood, welled up in his palm. Feeling no pain, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around his injured hand. Once the makeshift bandage was secure he fixed his murderous eyes on his obsession once more. He vowed to himself that both she and the man would suffer for their actions earlier this evening. He would not just sit around idly while someone else stole what was his. He vowed to kill the man, getting rid of the last obstacle that was standing in his way. Then, he decided he would teach Angela a lesson about being loyal.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters belong to John Wells, Edward Allan Bernero, NBC and a bunch of other people I don't know.
Rating: R for language and violence
Feedback: Well, it will make me write faster ;)
Chapter 4
Angela was carrying some boxes up from the basement when a knock at the front door caught her attention. She frowned as she looked up before making her way to the door. She was about to tell whoever it was that they were closed when she noticed the floral delivery truck outside. Her brow creased in puzzlement as she took in the delivery man standing before her, holding a rather large, yet breathtaking floral arrangement in his hands. She quickly unlocked the door. "Can I help you?" She asked.
"I have a delivery for an Angela Boscorelli."
"I'm Angela Boscorelli."
"I just need you to sign here, ma'am." The delivery man said, handing her his pen and clipboard.
"Who are they from?" Angela asked. She spied the card but the only message on it said, "To a beautiful woman." There was no signature.
"I don't know?" The man shrugged unconcerned, as he took his pen back and handed her the flowers.
"Thanks." Angela called out as she quickly locked the door and made her way inside. She set the bouquet on the bar and admired the gorgeous arrangement. Although slightly perturbed, she couldn't prevent the small smile that stretched across her face at the knowledge that someone still found her attractive. As she arranged the flowers, she couldn't help but to wonder who had sent them.
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The man sat in his car across the street. A grin was etched on his face as he watched Angela place the floral arrangement he had gotten her on the counter. For a second he wondered if she liked them, if she liked him. Fear seized him suddenly, the possibility of being rejected far too much for him to handle. He could feel the sweat beading on his forehead. He closed his eyes and counted to ten. Soon, reassurance flowed through him once more, and when he opened his eyes, he was smiling. Of course she loved the flowers, he thought chastising himself. They were meant to be together. She loved him just as much as he loved her. They were going to be together forever, he reasoned. Satisfied in this knowledge, he fixed intense eyes on his obsession once more. "I'll see you tonight my love." He said before starting the car and putting it into drive. He pulled out into the traffic, a huge grin on his face. Now that he had disposed of his 'problem' he was finally free to be with Angela. There was absolutely nothing and nobody standing in his way. "Soon, very soon." He whispered his face suddenly serious. "Nothing's going to prevent us from being together. Nothing."
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Angela was pouring a drink for a client when she saw her eldest son walk through the front door. "Hey, ma." Bosco said as he walked up to her. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her cheek before moving back. "So, what's up?" He asked her as he sat down in the stool across from her.
"Nothing much." She told him as she poured him a drink. "You look like you had a rough day at work." She said as she took in her haggard looking son. Bosco wearily ran his hand through his hair before pulling the glass towards him and downing the amber liquid, the fluid instantly warming him from the inside out.
"You could say that." Bosco said as he slowly turned the glass in his hands, watching the light reflect off of it, deep in thought.
"Tough day at work?" His mother asked as she leaned towards him, staring intently into her son's eyes. He stared at her for a moment, thinking of the brutally mutilated corpse he had seen earlier that day, before opening his mouth to speak.
"Just a long day I guess." He told her casually. "It's the same crap every time. God this city is just full of psychos."
"Any particular case you're talking about?" She asked him as she straightened up.
"Nah." He told her, holding out his glass so that she could refill it. She frowned slightly before grabbing the Jack Daniels and pouring him another shot.
"Go easy with this, okay?" She told him as she put the bottle away. Bosco nodded his head before taking another sip of the whiskey. He looked at the bar and finally noticed the flower arrangement.
"Where'd the flowers come from?" He asked her curiously.
"Oh, those." His mother said, as she looked at them, her cheeks slightly flushed. "They came this morning." She told him as she poured a drink for a client.
"Who're they from?" Bosco asked, trying to appear nonchalant but deeply intrigued.
"I don't know." Angela said, putting the bottle away.
"You don't know?" Bosco said slowly, trying to understand.
"They didn't sign the card."
"Well, what did it say?" Bosco asked her.
"To a beautiful woman." Angela said, a trace of pride in her voice.
"To a beautiful woman?" Bosco asked, somewhat incredulously.
"Don't look so surprised." Angela snapped, her feelings hurt. "You know, your mother was a very beautiful woman back in her day," She told him, pointing her finger at him, "And I can still turn a few heads." She said, leaning towards him, her elbows on the bar, their heads close.
"I know -" Bosco started to say, trying to defend himself from the onslaught attack.
"Well you best remember it." Angela Boscorelli said huffily as she straightened up once more.
"Ma, how can I forget that?" Bosco asked, putting on his most sincere smile, trying desperately to back out of the corner he had gotten himself into.
"Nice try." Angela said, but a smile broke across her face at her son's obvious discomfort. "Is it so hard to believe that someone finds me attractive?" She asked him as she lit a cigarette.
"No. What I find hard to believe is that you're not at all curious as to who this guy is." Bosco told her, carefully choosing his words.
"I never said I wasn't curious." Angela told her eldest as she exhaled, blowing the smoke away from him.
"Is this the first time you've gotten something from this 'admirer'?" Bosco asked, his drink forgotten.
"Not that it's any of your business but no. I got a rose and another note a couple of days ago." She said casually as she poured herself a drink.
"What did it say?" Bosco asked concerned.
"For the most beautiful woman in the world, love always." Angela said, smiling wistfully.
"You're not at all concerned by this?" Bosco asked, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Concerned that someone just happens to find me attractive and wants to send me flowers?" Angela asked, clearly annoyed.
"No. Concerned that some psycho you don't know is sending you flowers and creepy notes." Bosco said exasperated, not understanding how his mother could fail to see the danger of the situation.
"There's nothing wrong with someone finding someone attractive and sending them flowers." Angela told him snubbing out her cigarette. She saw the worry in his eyes and sighed. "Maurice baby," She told him stooping down to his level, " I understand that you're worried but don't be. I know that being a cop your mind works overtime, especially witnessing the things you do on a daily basis but you don't have to worry. This person is harmless." She told him staring into his face.
Bosco sighed, shaking his head at his over-reaction. "Yeah, you're probably right." He said as he got up and gave his mother another kiss on the cheek before grabbing his jacket and putting it on. "You're right. I'm sorry. I guess I've just had a long day at work." Bosco told her as he fingered his car keys. "Just...be careful, okay?" He told her, "I mean you never know..." He said trailing off, suddenly feeling ridiculous.
"Yes, I'll be careful." Angela said, obviously trying to appease her son. "And would you do me a favor? Would you please stop worrying so much and stop trying to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. You'll only go gray prematurely and give yourself an ulcer." She told him, lighting up another cigarette. Bosco just shook his head at her before turning around and heading out the door.
"Drive carefully." His mother called out as she watched his retreating back.
"Stop worrying so much." He said, throwing her words back at her before walking into the cool night air. Angela shook her head and sighed before going back to work, completely oblivious to the pair of furious eyes that were boring a hole into her.
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The man sat in the corner of the dimly lit and smoky bar. He had watched the entire exchange and pure rage filled him. The entire time he had cursed the fact that he hadn't been able to hear the conversation that was taking place between Angela and her lover. He had watched as the man had come into the bar and walked right up to Angela, obviously knowing her. As the man kissed her, he could feel his blood pressure rising. He had observed how the man had leaned in close, his lips caressing her skin, lingering there. Anger filled him at the concept that someone else had touched his woman. That someone had so blatantly touched what was clearly his. He saw how easily they interacted with one another, the smiles they threw at one another, and watched as Angela's face had lit up at the sight of him. He could see different emotions reflected on her face ranging form happiness to concern and a brief flicker of irritation until concern once more dominated her features. But, the one emotion that was constantly there, that never faltered the entire time that Angela and the man were talking together, was love. He could see it clearly in her eyes even from across the room. He watched as she leaned down seductively towards her lover, her cleavage exposed and felt himself growing even more angry. How dare she taunt him so blatantly? How dare she love another, he thought to himself. He watched as they kissed once more, his sick, twisted mind failing to see what the kiss really was, a mere peck on the cheek between mother and son. Instead, his mind twisted what he saw until it fit his own warped perception. To him, it was the kiss shared between lovers, done to taunt him, to make him jealous. He watched as the man finally left and fixed enraged eyes on Angela. As he watched her at the bar, clearly mocking him, taunting him, teasing him, he could feel himself losing control. Suddenly, the shattering of glass met his ears. Startled, he looked down and saw that the glass he had been gripping had shattered under the force of his hand. Slowly, he opened it and watched detached as the shards of glass clattered onto the tabletop. He calmly picked the pieces of glass out of his hand and watched as drops of blood, his blood, welled up in his palm. Feeling no pain, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and wrapped it around his injured hand. Once the makeshift bandage was secure he fixed his murderous eyes on his obsession once more. He vowed to himself that both she and the man would suffer for their actions earlier this evening. He would not just sit around idly while someone else stole what was his. He vowed to kill the man, getting rid of the last obstacle that was standing in his way. Then, he decided he would teach Angela a lesson about being loyal.