Chapter 4
Ty Davis and Carlos were having a great time watching the girl strip and do moves in front of them on the stage. Then they noticed Bosco was just sitting in the corner of the bar with a grim look on his face. Davis told Carlos that he would be back in a minute and went over to his friend.
"Hey Bos," he smiled as he sat down. "Why so glum, come on this is a place to have some fun." Bosco shook his head and went back to staring at the wall.
"Come on, is it really bothering you that much?" Davis knew he shouldn't have said anything but couldn't help it. Yeah it was true, Maurice Boscorelli did get on his nerves sometimes in his hot headed ways, but all in all he was his friend.
"What? Is what bothering me?" He looked at Davis and could tell by his face that he knew. "Now why did Yokas have to go and shoot her mouth off to you all? Who else knows?" He was a tad bit angry at his partner. He thought that they had an agreement. Yokas was his trusting partner, though he kicked himself knowing that she was a woman and sometimes they do shoot their mouth off about anything and everything.
"Bos she told us out of good faith. She knows that sometimes guys can talk better then you and her that is all. She is worried about you." Davis said wholeheartedly.
"I don't need anyone worrying about me. It is my sister who needs worrying about. You know, you would think that I got her out of a hell whole she would be kind to me. Love me for the fact that I took care of her; I paid money so she could go to a decent private school. And now she hates me. As soon as she graduated she came back here, and now is doing God only knows what and I can't seem to do anything about it." Bosco rambled.
"She'll come around Bos. You just have to give her time, and maybe spend some time with her. Make her realize that what you did was for her best interest and not to hurt her."
"Yeah I tried to get her to spend time with me tonight so we could talk and so I could figure out what the hell she is up to. She said she had to work until 3 in the morning. Now I don't know much about night jobs but I'm scared to find out what she is doing until 3 am." He shook his head with all the horrible thoughts. He put his drink down said goodbye to Davis and told him sorry for not staying. Bos had too much on his mind to enjoy this atmosphere. And being in his bed trying to sleep was the only thing he could think of to fix it.
Davis just shook head and went back over to Carlos. He asked where Bosco went and Davis just said he had to take care of things and sat down to enjoy the rest of the night.
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Frankie couldn't believe it. First night out and she is arrested. The cop was undercover. She should have known by the way Lyla was snickering when she pushed her forward to a car that stopped. But she did her acting anyways and winded up with handcuffs on. What a mess she had gotten into. What was even worse was when the car pulled up to the station. She knew the station well. It was 55, Reese's station.
"Can't you take me to another station or something?" She asked when the officer opened her door.
"Now what kind of question is that? No I can't take you to another station. You were on my beat in my district you go to this station. End of discussion." He got her out and led her into the building.
They took her fingerprints, her jewelry, gave her a drug test, and took almost everything she had on her, except her clothes. When the woman went to sign her in she double glanced at the name given to her.
"Francheska Boscorelli? You aren't? I mean you can't be. You're Officer Boscorelli's?" She paused waiting for Frankie to answer.
"Sister." She said in her lowest voice. "Not a very proud one at the moment. Please don't tell him that I'm here when he comes in tomorrow." She begged.
"Honey you are on your own. I won't say a word that is between you and him." The woman answered.
Frankie took a deep breath in some relief. She was then hauled back into a cell full of other hookers. She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
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Bos's gut feeling was right. He couldn't sleep. And if he got a wink, only nightmares would follow. Those of his sister and his father. Frankie brought back those memories too well. He remembered those long nights when he would be up with her crying because of the last switching she got for not clearing off her plate, or not picking up a toy that their father tripped on. She was so tiny then, he wandered how such a child that thin could come out of her father's beating with not a single fragment of bone being broken. He couldn't get the sound of her crying out of his mind. Being locked up in a closet or out of the house only hearing the screams of his sister and the sound of a hand or belt slapping. It was no use. The nightmares were there forever.
It was no trouble waking up and getting to work, though all Maurice wanted to do was lay in bed the whole day. But, he had a job to do, and he decided that he would worry about her later. The roll call went on and things seemed normal until him and Yokas were about to leave the station. Bosco saw a figure at the desk checking out that he knew well. And she wasn't dressed pretty at all.
"Frankie?" That shot her head around quickly to stare into her brothers wide stunned eyes.
Fear drained through her whole body. She felt like an animal crossing the road trapped in headlights. But she finally calmed herself down and took a deep breath before speaking. "Hello Maurice," She said in still a somewhat quivering voice. Frankie tried to walk pass him as Bosco caught her arm.
"Oh no, you aren't going anywhere this time. I think now is a good time me and you are going to talk. Faith excuse me this will only take a minute" he said to his partner dragging his sister upstairs to a conference room. Faith tried to speak but it didn't work. Nothing was going to stop him.
"Reese, let me go you're hurting me!" Frankie exclaimed as they walked up the steps.
"You are so lucky my temper isn't as bad as Pop's." Bosco opened the door and sat his sister down in a chair roughly. He locked the door, turned around and took deep breaths before speaking. "What in the hell do you think doing Frankie!" He yelled.
"Making money so I can live, it isn't as bad as you think Reese." She said sarcastically.
"Don't speak, you only sound stupider then you are acting. Do you realize what you are doing is going to screw up your life more then it is? I mean—"he took some breaths before continuing. He wanted to smack the shit out of her so bad, but knew he couldn't. "How do you think being a whore makes a good life? How is it glamorous, I don't even want to know what diseases you could have?" He continued while pacing.
"I'm not a whore Reese. It was just something for last night." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't give me that bull shit, Frankie. I can't even tell you how mad I am at you right now. This isn't something I can just go on with. Who do you work for?" Bosco slammed his hands on the table.
"I thought you knew. Isn't that what you were doing last night? Coming to Delores to spy on me?"
"Oh, you are working for Marcel. Well how about that. That makes it so much better of a story. My 18 year old sister working for a guy who has so many skeletons in his closets that he is being watched by the whole NYC police force." Bos threw his hands up.
"You're starting to really piss me off Reese. You know that?" She gave him and evil eye. There were so many other things she wanted to say to him. Yell at him because he didn't understand. Her brother wasn't one to reason with when he was pissed off, she knew this and was dumbfounded with words at the moment.
"I'm pissing you off? Is that how it works now? Let me tell you something Frankie, I have had it with you. I tried to send you to a good school, get you out of Mom and Pops so you wouldn't have the shit beaten out of you and what do you do? You come back to the city as soon as you graduate high school and become a whore. Well if you want to be a whore that is great. Just stay off my beat. If I ever see you in my route you can bet your ass without any question you will be locked up. As of right now consider me just another asswhole cop not as your brother. I don't consider myself that any longer." He finished his speech only to see his sister in tears.
"Are you through?" Frankie asked him sobbing.
"Yeah," He answered in a low voice.
"Good," She said as she got up and went for the door, not forgetting to lay a huge smack across Bosco's face. She ran down the steps and out the door to the station. She only glanced at Faith with her face soaked with tears.
Bosco came down a minute later and got in the vehicle. Yokas started the car and drove off without saying a word.
"What? Speak." He said in annoyed voice from having the car be so silent.
"You don't want me to speak because I'll rip you a new one Boscorelli. How dare you make her that upset." She looked at her partner.
"She is a whore Faith. The very thing we despise getting off the streets at night. The very thing that could get her killed. And I'm tired of trying to protect her. I taught her better then that." He looked out the window.
"You taught her better? Excuse me but you haven't seen the girl since she was like 10. I think if anyone should take credit in raising her or teaching her things it is your aunt. What did you say to her? Did you call her names?" Yokas asked.
"Hell yeah, I called her a whore, exactly what she is. It is bad enough to have a drunken mother, an abusive burned out father, and a drug addicted brother. Now I have to take care of a sister who sells herself to men? I don't know about you but I'm tired of it. I'm tired of trying to make everything right in the family."
"She is your youngest sister for Christ sakes. She is what 18? And if she is on the streets the first thing she needs is someone to help her change. She needs family more then ever. You never visited her much did you? Frankie probably felt you didn't want to see her.
She feels abandoned. And to have you get on her about what she is doing instead of showing her what she can do to become a better person, hell you are about as bad as your father."
"Don't you ever say that Faith." Bosco hit the steering wheel. "Take it back, I am nothing like him. I have never hit her and will never hit her or cause her any physical pain!" He yelled.
"Then show her dammit! You may not realize it and she may not realize it, but you have to rekindle your relationship. You have to show her the real you, not the way you acted as uncaring. Bosco, I know you too well to know that if you let her go out of your life you will regret it." Yokas said.
"You're right." Was all he said to her. Yokas almost asked to repeat it again. But felt once was enough. For once he had admitted she was right and that was more then she needed to make her day.
Ty Davis and Carlos were having a great time watching the girl strip and do moves in front of them on the stage. Then they noticed Bosco was just sitting in the corner of the bar with a grim look on his face. Davis told Carlos that he would be back in a minute and went over to his friend.
"Hey Bos," he smiled as he sat down. "Why so glum, come on this is a place to have some fun." Bosco shook his head and went back to staring at the wall.
"Come on, is it really bothering you that much?" Davis knew he shouldn't have said anything but couldn't help it. Yeah it was true, Maurice Boscorelli did get on his nerves sometimes in his hot headed ways, but all in all he was his friend.
"What? Is what bothering me?" He looked at Davis and could tell by his face that he knew. "Now why did Yokas have to go and shoot her mouth off to you all? Who else knows?" He was a tad bit angry at his partner. He thought that they had an agreement. Yokas was his trusting partner, though he kicked himself knowing that she was a woman and sometimes they do shoot their mouth off about anything and everything.
"Bos she told us out of good faith. She knows that sometimes guys can talk better then you and her that is all. She is worried about you." Davis said wholeheartedly.
"I don't need anyone worrying about me. It is my sister who needs worrying about. You know, you would think that I got her out of a hell whole she would be kind to me. Love me for the fact that I took care of her; I paid money so she could go to a decent private school. And now she hates me. As soon as she graduated she came back here, and now is doing God only knows what and I can't seem to do anything about it." Bosco rambled.
"She'll come around Bos. You just have to give her time, and maybe spend some time with her. Make her realize that what you did was for her best interest and not to hurt her."
"Yeah I tried to get her to spend time with me tonight so we could talk and so I could figure out what the hell she is up to. She said she had to work until 3 in the morning. Now I don't know much about night jobs but I'm scared to find out what she is doing until 3 am." He shook his head with all the horrible thoughts. He put his drink down said goodbye to Davis and told him sorry for not staying. Bos had too much on his mind to enjoy this atmosphere. And being in his bed trying to sleep was the only thing he could think of to fix it.
Davis just shook head and went back over to Carlos. He asked where Bosco went and Davis just said he had to take care of things and sat down to enjoy the rest of the night.
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Frankie couldn't believe it. First night out and she is arrested. The cop was undercover. She should have known by the way Lyla was snickering when she pushed her forward to a car that stopped. But she did her acting anyways and winded up with handcuffs on. What a mess she had gotten into. What was even worse was when the car pulled up to the station. She knew the station well. It was 55, Reese's station.
"Can't you take me to another station or something?" She asked when the officer opened her door.
"Now what kind of question is that? No I can't take you to another station. You were on my beat in my district you go to this station. End of discussion." He got her out and led her into the building.
They took her fingerprints, her jewelry, gave her a drug test, and took almost everything she had on her, except her clothes. When the woman went to sign her in she double glanced at the name given to her.
"Francheska Boscorelli? You aren't? I mean you can't be. You're Officer Boscorelli's?" She paused waiting for Frankie to answer.
"Sister." She said in her lowest voice. "Not a very proud one at the moment. Please don't tell him that I'm here when he comes in tomorrow." She begged.
"Honey you are on your own. I won't say a word that is between you and him." The woman answered.
Frankie took a deep breath in some relief. She was then hauled back into a cell full of other hookers. She had a feeling it was going to be a long night.
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Bos's gut feeling was right. He couldn't sleep. And if he got a wink, only nightmares would follow. Those of his sister and his father. Frankie brought back those memories too well. He remembered those long nights when he would be up with her crying because of the last switching she got for not clearing off her plate, or not picking up a toy that their father tripped on. She was so tiny then, he wandered how such a child that thin could come out of her father's beating with not a single fragment of bone being broken. He couldn't get the sound of her crying out of his mind. Being locked up in a closet or out of the house only hearing the screams of his sister and the sound of a hand or belt slapping. It was no use. The nightmares were there forever.
It was no trouble waking up and getting to work, though all Maurice wanted to do was lay in bed the whole day. But, he had a job to do, and he decided that he would worry about her later. The roll call went on and things seemed normal until him and Yokas were about to leave the station. Bosco saw a figure at the desk checking out that he knew well. And she wasn't dressed pretty at all.
"Frankie?" That shot her head around quickly to stare into her brothers wide stunned eyes.
Fear drained through her whole body. She felt like an animal crossing the road trapped in headlights. But she finally calmed herself down and took a deep breath before speaking. "Hello Maurice," She said in still a somewhat quivering voice. Frankie tried to walk pass him as Bosco caught her arm.
"Oh no, you aren't going anywhere this time. I think now is a good time me and you are going to talk. Faith excuse me this will only take a minute" he said to his partner dragging his sister upstairs to a conference room. Faith tried to speak but it didn't work. Nothing was going to stop him.
"Reese, let me go you're hurting me!" Frankie exclaimed as they walked up the steps.
"You are so lucky my temper isn't as bad as Pop's." Bosco opened the door and sat his sister down in a chair roughly. He locked the door, turned around and took deep breaths before speaking. "What in the hell do you think doing Frankie!" He yelled.
"Making money so I can live, it isn't as bad as you think Reese." She said sarcastically.
"Don't speak, you only sound stupider then you are acting. Do you realize what you are doing is going to screw up your life more then it is? I mean—"he took some breaths before continuing. He wanted to smack the shit out of her so bad, but knew he couldn't. "How do you think being a whore makes a good life? How is it glamorous, I don't even want to know what diseases you could have?" He continued while pacing.
"I'm not a whore Reese. It was just something for last night." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't give me that bull shit, Frankie. I can't even tell you how mad I am at you right now. This isn't something I can just go on with. Who do you work for?" Bosco slammed his hands on the table.
"I thought you knew. Isn't that what you were doing last night? Coming to Delores to spy on me?"
"Oh, you are working for Marcel. Well how about that. That makes it so much better of a story. My 18 year old sister working for a guy who has so many skeletons in his closets that he is being watched by the whole NYC police force." Bos threw his hands up.
"You're starting to really piss me off Reese. You know that?" She gave him and evil eye. There were so many other things she wanted to say to him. Yell at him because he didn't understand. Her brother wasn't one to reason with when he was pissed off, she knew this and was dumbfounded with words at the moment.
"I'm pissing you off? Is that how it works now? Let me tell you something Frankie, I have had it with you. I tried to send you to a good school, get you out of Mom and Pops so you wouldn't have the shit beaten out of you and what do you do? You come back to the city as soon as you graduate high school and become a whore. Well if you want to be a whore that is great. Just stay off my beat. If I ever see you in my route you can bet your ass without any question you will be locked up. As of right now consider me just another asswhole cop not as your brother. I don't consider myself that any longer." He finished his speech only to see his sister in tears.
"Are you through?" Frankie asked him sobbing.
"Yeah," He answered in a low voice.
"Good," She said as she got up and went for the door, not forgetting to lay a huge smack across Bosco's face. She ran down the steps and out the door to the station. She only glanced at Faith with her face soaked with tears.
Bosco came down a minute later and got in the vehicle. Yokas started the car and drove off without saying a word.
"What? Speak." He said in annoyed voice from having the car be so silent.
"You don't want me to speak because I'll rip you a new one Boscorelli. How dare you make her that upset." She looked at her partner.
"She is a whore Faith. The very thing we despise getting off the streets at night. The very thing that could get her killed. And I'm tired of trying to protect her. I taught her better then that." He looked out the window.
"You taught her better? Excuse me but you haven't seen the girl since she was like 10. I think if anyone should take credit in raising her or teaching her things it is your aunt. What did you say to her? Did you call her names?" Yokas asked.
"Hell yeah, I called her a whore, exactly what she is. It is bad enough to have a drunken mother, an abusive burned out father, and a drug addicted brother. Now I have to take care of a sister who sells herself to men? I don't know about you but I'm tired of it. I'm tired of trying to make everything right in the family."
"She is your youngest sister for Christ sakes. She is what 18? And if she is on the streets the first thing she needs is someone to help her change. She needs family more then ever. You never visited her much did you? Frankie probably felt you didn't want to see her.
She feels abandoned. And to have you get on her about what she is doing instead of showing her what she can do to become a better person, hell you are about as bad as your father."
"Don't you ever say that Faith." Bosco hit the steering wheel. "Take it back, I am nothing like him. I have never hit her and will never hit her or cause her any physical pain!" He yelled.
"Then show her dammit! You may not realize it and she may not realize it, but you have to rekindle your relationship. You have to show her the real you, not the way you acted as uncaring. Bosco, I know you too well to know that if you let her go out of your life you will regret it." Yokas said.
"You're right." Was all he said to her. Yokas almost asked to repeat it again. But felt once was enough. For once he had admitted she was right and that was more then she needed to make her day.
