Bosco was so drunk he had a hard time acknowledging which way to his apartment. He really didn't care though. It was a nice cool night, and walking was relieving some stress.
He got to the corner of Ninth and just looked glazy at the pack of hookers doing their "thing" as a car rolled up and a young Hispanic woman approached it.
He thought for a second to harass them for self-amusement. He was off duty and out of uniform. He was way to drunk to go home and sleep and he could not get his mind off Faith or Cruz. Words exchanged between all three were playing over and over in his head like a rap record. Who better to let out his frustrations than the filth of New York?
Bosco's drunken state left him vulnerable and caused him to lack his usual good judgment. Little did he know this was not the usual street hooker looking for $20.00. She owed her pimp a large quantity of money. The two thugs that rolled up were there to get his money and to teach her a lesson.
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"Fred? Did someone just call here? Was it Bosco?" Faith asked rubbing her eyes walking from their bedroom.
"Sure Faith, wake up and thinking about Bosco! I am fine and your children are too!" Fred mumbled in jealousy.
"I didn't mean it that way Fred, I am just worried about him."
"Why the hell are you worried about him? He told you he didn't want to be partners anymore, time to stop worrying about him since he don't give a damn and focus on the one's who love you." Fred said standing up and shutting the television off.
Faith just knotted and headed back to the bedroom.
Fred sighed before saying, "Faith?"
"Yeah Fred?" She said turning around.
"Bosco called collect he said he was sorry."
Faith sighed too in relief and gave Fred a small smile.
"Thanks Fred. Thanks a lot. Coming to bed?"
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Bosco felt somewhat queasy and decided just to walk home. He turned his direction after he saw the "Ninth Street" sign and knew he had walked way past his apartment. His head was pounding and he mused himself thinking about what would happen if he tried to arrest someone off duty, drunk, bleeding, and without Faith.
Faith. There he went again. Years on the force with her he couldn't help it. He loved her. It hurt his feelings she did not approve of him and Cruz.
Than thoughts of how Cruz treated Faith started sinking back in with much more detail. "I treat Faith like shit half the time" he suddenly realized before being distracted by an argument breaking out behind him.
He heard a woman scream "HELP ME" before he totally snapped out of his thoughts to see the young Hispanic hooker being dragged into the car with force.
His adrenaline suddenly kicked in leaving his thoughts behind as he turned around and ran towards the car.
"Police!" He shouted sticking his hand in the door before it closed.
TBC
He got to the corner of Ninth and just looked glazy at the pack of hookers doing their "thing" as a car rolled up and a young Hispanic woman approached it.
He thought for a second to harass them for self-amusement. He was off duty and out of uniform. He was way to drunk to go home and sleep and he could not get his mind off Faith or Cruz. Words exchanged between all three were playing over and over in his head like a rap record. Who better to let out his frustrations than the filth of New York?
Bosco's drunken state left him vulnerable and caused him to lack his usual good judgment. Little did he know this was not the usual street hooker looking for $20.00. She owed her pimp a large quantity of money. The two thugs that rolled up were there to get his money and to teach her a lesson.
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"Fred? Did someone just call here? Was it Bosco?" Faith asked rubbing her eyes walking from their bedroom.
"Sure Faith, wake up and thinking about Bosco! I am fine and your children are too!" Fred mumbled in jealousy.
"I didn't mean it that way Fred, I am just worried about him."
"Why the hell are you worried about him? He told you he didn't want to be partners anymore, time to stop worrying about him since he don't give a damn and focus on the one's who love you." Fred said standing up and shutting the television off.
Faith just knotted and headed back to the bedroom.
Fred sighed before saying, "Faith?"
"Yeah Fred?" She said turning around.
"Bosco called collect he said he was sorry."
Faith sighed too in relief and gave Fred a small smile.
"Thanks Fred. Thanks a lot. Coming to bed?"
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Bosco felt somewhat queasy and decided just to walk home. He turned his direction after he saw the "Ninth Street" sign and knew he had walked way past his apartment. His head was pounding and he mused himself thinking about what would happen if he tried to arrest someone off duty, drunk, bleeding, and without Faith.
Faith. There he went again. Years on the force with her he couldn't help it. He loved her. It hurt his feelings she did not approve of him and Cruz.
Than thoughts of how Cruz treated Faith started sinking back in with much more detail. "I treat Faith like shit half the time" he suddenly realized before being distracted by an argument breaking out behind him.
He heard a woman scream "HELP ME" before he totally snapped out of his thoughts to see the young Hispanic hooker being dragged into the car with force.
His adrenaline suddenly kicked in leaving his thoughts behind as he turned around and ran towards the car.
"Police!" He shouted sticking his hand in the door before it closed.
TBC