The last thing Bosco remembered was sticking his hand in the door of the
car that had pulled the unwilling prostitute into the backseat. He
remembered stumbling forward from his drunken state and than everything
went black. One of the thugs had pushed the door back open hard and it
slammed into Bosco's head, sending him to the ground and out cold. The man
hurriedly pulled Bosco's body into the car and they sped off.
Bosco slowly began to gain consciousness. He heard mumbled voices in the background but was unsure who's they were or where he was for that matter. He slowly opened his eyes in his confusion.
There was a young woman on the ground naked and beaten a few feet in front of him. There were three men total. Two were just standing there. Bosco watched one of them slowly pull his pants up and zip them.
It all came back to him now. The prostitute and the men pulling her in their car; he must have blacked out or something. His thoughts were interrupted when one of the men pointed at him.
"Did you enjoy your nap Officer Maurice Boscorelli" one of the men said reading off of something dark in his hand.
Bosco felt his back pocket to confirm his fear. They had his ID badge.
"Maurice, what kind of name is that? Sounds like a gay name to me. Are you a faggot Maurice?"
All three men began laughing at Bosco.
He felt his temper flare. "You won't be laughing when you're bent over in your cell blocks. Than we will see who the faggots are!"
"What the hell did you do to her?" Bosco said motioning towards the woman who was passed out next to him. He tried to stand up but a wave of dizziness came over him and he fell to his knees and gripped a building with his hand to steady himself.
"Want us to give you a taste?" The man said motioning for the other two. In unison the two men were on each side of Bosco holding him up by his arms.
The other man approached him slowly. "See we don't like pigs sticking their nose in our business," the man said punching Bosco hard in the stomach.
Bosco's head fell forwards and he let out a slight moan before lifting his head back up slowly.
The man began to give Bosco a good beating. Bosco took each hit with dignity. He would bring his head back up to look his assaulter in the eye after each time he hit him. After a few more punches to the stomach area he was out of breath and weak. His legs gave out under him and the men dropped his arms, letting him slam down onto the concrete.
All three men stood over him and looked down at him. He grabbed his side in pain. "You gonna kill me?" he let out in between deep breaths.
"I don't know boys should we kill him?" All three laughed again and delivered a swift kick into Bosco's back. He wasn't expecting the kick and let a cry of pain escape his lips.
"Not so tough now, huh Maurice? Tell you what, we will talk it over with the big boss, consider this a warning. Stay out of our business!" The man said kicking Bosco in the head causing him to lose consciousness once again.
Bosco slowly began to gain consciousness. He heard mumbled voices in the background but was unsure who's they were or where he was for that matter. He slowly opened his eyes in his confusion.
There was a young woman on the ground naked and beaten a few feet in front of him. There were three men total. Two were just standing there. Bosco watched one of them slowly pull his pants up and zip them.
It all came back to him now. The prostitute and the men pulling her in their car; he must have blacked out or something. His thoughts were interrupted when one of the men pointed at him.
"Did you enjoy your nap Officer Maurice Boscorelli" one of the men said reading off of something dark in his hand.
Bosco felt his back pocket to confirm his fear. They had his ID badge.
"Maurice, what kind of name is that? Sounds like a gay name to me. Are you a faggot Maurice?"
All three men began laughing at Bosco.
He felt his temper flare. "You won't be laughing when you're bent over in your cell blocks. Than we will see who the faggots are!"
"What the hell did you do to her?" Bosco said motioning towards the woman who was passed out next to him. He tried to stand up but a wave of dizziness came over him and he fell to his knees and gripped a building with his hand to steady himself.
"Want us to give you a taste?" The man said motioning for the other two. In unison the two men were on each side of Bosco holding him up by his arms.
The other man approached him slowly. "See we don't like pigs sticking their nose in our business," the man said punching Bosco hard in the stomach.
Bosco's head fell forwards and he let out a slight moan before lifting his head back up slowly.
The man began to give Bosco a good beating. Bosco took each hit with dignity. He would bring his head back up to look his assaulter in the eye after each time he hit him. After a few more punches to the stomach area he was out of breath and weak. His legs gave out under him and the men dropped his arms, letting him slam down onto the concrete.
All three men stood over him and looked down at him. He grabbed his side in pain. "You gonna kill me?" he let out in between deep breaths.
"I don't know boys should we kill him?" All three laughed again and delivered a swift kick into Bosco's back. He wasn't expecting the kick and let a cry of pain escape his lips.
"Not so tough now, huh Maurice? Tell you what, we will talk it over with the big boss, consider this a warning. Stay out of our business!" The man said kicking Bosco in the head causing him to lose consciousness once again.