Chapter 16:
Bosco was unsure how many guns were in the vehicle. He was very sure he wasn't in possession of any of them, he was outnumbered 3:1, and he was screwed, and not in a good way this time. He gazed at Bailey's knife fastened to his ankle by only a leather pouch and metal snap. It was a long shot but it was his only hope. He knew they were planning on killing him anyway. If he was going down he was taking at least one of these jagoffs with him.
Bosco hurriedly glanced to Carter who was not even looking at him. He was busy playing with his cocaine vile in the front seat. Bosco switched his glare to Edwards. He was rolling his cigarette around in between his fingers watching the cherry with immense fascination.
They were all stoned, not just Bosco. Bosco hoped the drugs they administered to him were not fucking with his thinking all together. Would he be doing something this insane if he were sober? Probably, but was he overlooking something? He was a dead man regardless. 'Now or never' was his last thought before he let the adrenaline rush he was on and his rage take over all prior rationalizations.
As Bailey stepped out from the vehicle with only his left leg containing the weapon left, Bosco squinted his eyes shut momentary than opened them making his move. Bosco reached over swiftly unsnapping the holster and removed the knife. Bailey felt sensation in his leg and turned his head. Before he could defend himself, Bosco was up in a half-stance kicking him in the back of the head.
Bailey was caught off guard and as he was kicked in the head, he lost his footing and fell straight out of the Yukon kissing the graveled alley with his face, teeth grinding into the hard surface.
Bosco spun around and without delay had one arm around Carter's neck, the other lashing the sharp blade into Carter's chest. The cocaine vile that Carter way toying with spilled, sprinkling specs of the white powder throughout his lap. Bosco twisted the jagged blade as hard as he could into Carter's chest, causing Carter to wince and look down at his new wound. Bosco removed his arm from Carter's neck and slid it down Carter's left side removing his gun.
"Snort this you son of a bitch," Bosco said cocking the hammer to the gun and holding it up to Carter's temple. Bosco turned his head to look at Edwards who looked just as 'caught off guard' as Bailey. He had dropped his smoke and was reaching for his own weapon.
"DON'T YOU DO IT EDWARDS," Bosco shouted still twisting the knife with one hand and holding the gun steady at Carter's temple. Edwards seemed to pause and Bosco took that split second to glance over at Bailey who was still on the ground, but moving around trying to regain himself. Bosco looked back to Edwards. "Don't do it jagoff, toss your weapon this way and I won't shoot your boss."
"Shoot him Edwards," Carter said breaking into laughter. "Shoot the faggot NOW!"
Edwards hesitated before continuing with his initial thought and pulled his weapon from his holster.
"NO!" Bosco shouted taking his aim from Carter's head and aiming it in Edwards's direction. Bosco began pulling the trigger before it even reached his target. Bullets sprayed through the side window shattering the glass; two more hitting their target, one in the neck and one between the eyes, and two more through the back windshield.
Edwards gun managed to go off too. One bullet sliced through the seat Carter was in, embedding itself into the back of Carter's shoulder blade, the other grazing Bosco's inner thigh and hitting the lower dash board.
Carter's hand jerked up and grabbed Bosco's hand that was twisting the blade deeper into his flesh. Bosco turned the gun back to Carter's head.
"See that powder in your lap? Such wastes of time just like you jagoff. This is for Cruz, Jasmine, and every other person you hurt in your life!" Bosco took a deep breath. "Oh yeah this is for me too, hope you like eternal flames you sack of shit," Bosco pulled the trigger causing Carter to flinch.
Carter began laughing followed by a rough cough. "You faggot pig Maurice, my gun wasn't fully loaded. I have been on the job all evening. You were not the first one on my list to pop, I was saving the best for last." Bosco was still high, but he knew damn well Carter was looking over his shoulder.
"ARRGHH!" Bosco was pissed! He looked over his shoulder and saw Bailey standing back up, pulling a weapon of his own out. Bosco leaped out the side door at Bailey, knocking him back as they both fell on the concrete.
Bosco and Bailey both struggled for possession of the gun. Bosco straddled Bailey with his body; both had both hands on the weapon. A gunshot went off.
BANG!
The bullet hit a brick building just over their heads. Bailey took the moment to remove one hand from the gun and punched Bosco hard in his ribs. Bosco gasped locking his jaw with fury. Bosco pushed harder to get the gun to turn on Bailey. He almost had it when another gunshot went off. This time it wasn't Bailey's gun.
Carter staggered from the back of the Yukon pointing Bosco's own gun at him. A bullet shot straight through the back of Bosco's shoulder, making its way out the other side.
Bosco fell forward landing on top of Bailey; all struggles with his gun seizing. Bailey violently pushed Bosco off him, causing him to roll to his side in agony, coughing fiercely.
Carter was holding his knife wound with one hand, and sloppily dropped from the side of the Yukon, gun forced on Bosco.
"What the fuck," Bailey rolled over too, setting his weapon on the other side of him and spitting blood. "Kill him Carter, this fucking pig knocked out some of my teeth!"
"FUCK THIS PIG," Carter paused leaning into the vehicle and bending over breathing heavy.
"This faggot killed Edwards. YOU HEAR ME FAGGOT! YOU KILLED EDWARDS!"
Bosco was on the ground gasping for air himself. He had the wind knocked out of him.
"Throw him in the trash with the rest of the garbage, no one will ever notice," Bosco said in between gasps before laughing himself. He knew he was dead. His whole body was tingling. Was it the drugs or blood loss? He didn't know, nor did he care. He left his own trail of blood in the alley tonight. He fought as hard as he could; the good guys don't always win.
TBC?
Bosco was unsure how many guns were in the vehicle. He was very sure he wasn't in possession of any of them, he was outnumbered 3:1, and he was screwed, and not in a good way this time. He gazed at Bailey's knife fastened to his ankle by only a leather pouch and metal snap. It was a long shot but it was his only hope. He knew they were planning on killing him anyway. If he was going down he was taking at least one of these jagoffs with him.
Bosco hurriedly glanced to Carter who was not even looking at him. He was busy playing with his cocaine vile in the front seat. Bosco switched his glare to Edwards. He was rolling his cigarette around in between his fingers watching the cherry with immense fascination.
They were all stoned, not just Bosco. Bosco hoped the drugs they administered to him were not fucking with his thinking all together. Would he be doing something this insane if he were sober? Probably, but was he overlooking something? He was a dead man regardless. 'Now or never' was his last thought before he let the adrenaline rush he was on and his rage take over all prior rationalizations.
As Bailey stepped out from the vehicle with only his left leg containing the weapon left, Bosco squinted his eyes shut momentary than opened them making his move. Bosco reached over swiftly unsnapping the holster and removed the knife. Bailey felt sensation in his leg and turned his head. Before he could defend himself, Bosco was up in a half-stance kicking him in the back of the head.
Bailey was caught off guard and as he was kicked in the head, he lost his footing and fell straight out of the Yukon kissing the graveled alley with his face, teeth grinding into the hard surface.
Bosco spun around and without delay had one arm around Carter's neck, the other lashing the sharp blade into Carter's chest. The cocaine vile that Carter way toying with spilled, sprinkling specs of the white powder throughout his lap. Bosco twisted the jagged blade as hard as he could into Carter's chest, causing Carter to wince and look down at his new wound. Bosco removed his arm from Carter's neck and slid it down Carter's left side removing his gun.
"Snort this you son of a bitch," Bosco said cocking the hammer to the gun and holding it up to Carter's temple. Bosco turned his head to look at Edwards who looked just as 'caught off guard' as Bailey. He had dropped his smoke and was reaching for his own weapon.
"DON'T YOU DO IT EDWARDS," Bosco shouted still twisting the knife with one hand and holding the gun steady at Carter's temple. Edwards seemed to pause and Bosco took that split second to glance over at Bailey who was still on the ground, but moving around trying to regain himself. Bosco looked back to Edwards. "Don't do it jagoff, toss your weapon this way and I won't shoot your boss."
"Shoot him Edwards," Carter said breaking into laughter. "Shoot the faggot NOW!"
Edwards hesitated before continuing with his initial thought and pulled his weapon from his holster.
"NO!" Bosco shouted taking his aim from Carter's head and aiming it in Edwards's direction. Bosco began pulling the trigger before it even reached his target. Bullets sprayed through the side window shattering the glass; two more hitting their target, one in the neck and one between the eyes, and two more through the back windshield.
Edwards gun managed to go off too. One bullet sliced through the seat Carter was in, embedding itself into the back of Carter's shoulder blade, the other grazing Bosco's inner thigh and hitting the lower dash board.
Carter's hand jerked up and grabbed Bosco's hand that was twisting the blade deeper into his flesh. Bosco turned the gun back to Carter's head.
"See that powder in your lap? Such wastes of time just like you jagoff. This is for Cruz, Jasmine, and every other person you hurt in your life!" Bosco took a deep breath. "Oh yeah this is for me too, hope you like eternal flames you sack of shit," Bosco pulled the trigger causing Carter to flinch.
Carter began laughing followed by a rough cough. "You faggot pig Maurice, my gun wasn't fully loaded. I have been on the job all evening. You were not the first one on my list to pop, I was saving the best for last." Bosco was still high, but he knew damn well Carter was looking over his shoulder.
"ARRGHH!" Bosco was pissed! He looked over his shoulder and saw Bailey standing back up, pulling a weapon of his own out. Bosco leaped out the side door at Bailey, knocking him back as they both fell on the concrete.
Bosco and Bailey both struggled for possession of the gun. Bosco straddled Bailey with his body; both had both hands on the weapon. A gunshot went off.
BANG!
The bullet hit a brick building just over their heads. Bailey took the moment to remove one hand from the gun and punched Bosco hard in his ribs. Bosco gasped locking his jaw with fury. Bosco pushed harder to get the gun to turn on Bailey. He almost had it when another gunshot went off. This time it wasn't Bailey's gun.
Carter staggered from the back of the Yukon pointing Bosco's own gun at him. A bullet shot straight through the back of Bosco's shoulder, making its way out the other side.
Bosco fell forward landing on top of Bailey; all struggles with his gun seizing. Bailey violently pushed Bosco off him, causing him to roll to his side in agony, coughing fiercely.
Carter was holding his knife wound with one hand, and sloppily dropped from the side of the Yukon, gun forced on Bosco.
"What the fuck," Bailey rolled over too, setting his weapon on the other side of him and spitting blood. "Kill him Carter, this fucking pig knocked out some of my teeth!"
"FUCK THIS PIG," Carter paused leaning into the vehicle and bending over breathing heavy.
"This faggot killed Edwards. YOU HEAR ME FAGGOT! YOU KILLED EDWARDS!"
Bosco was on the ground gasping for air himself. He had the wind knocked out of him.
"Throw him in the trash with the rest of the garbage, no one will ever notice," Bosco said in between gasps before laughing himself. He knew he was dead. His whole body was tingling. Was it the drugs or blood loss? He didn't know, nor did he care. He left his own trail of blood in the alley tonight. He fought as hard as he could; the good guys don't always win.
TBC?