This one if for you SSS, sorry for the delay and no, I would not leave this
one behind! Like I said before, just stuck on where I want this to go....
hope you like.
Destiny's End Chapter 17:
Carter had his cell phone out and weakly dialed Maddog. He was unsure what to do; he needed a hospital and was starting to freak out. Carter had many outstanding warrants; no way he could actually walk into a hospital without waking up cuffed to the bed. Maddog would know what to do. He had connections.
Bosco crawled up to his knees. If he was going to die in this alley he was going to die with dignity, not shot in the back of the head. He wanted to look this scumbag in the eyes. He could feel the blood violently pumping out of his shoulder blade and his inner thigh. It didn't hurt do to the fact he was stoned; but the warm sensations that were running down his shirt and his pants leg causing his clothes to stick to his body was enough to make him feel nauseous. He didn't even want to look at the blood; it would make things worse on him and he knew it.
He heard Carter shouting behind him, but his ears were still ringing from the gunshots making the words indistinct and more like jabber.
Bailey stood and sucker-punched Bosco in the mouth. His lip was already tender from earlier. He was caught off guard and accidentally bit his tongue, causing his mouth to fill up with lukewarm, profuse blood. Bosco fell forward on one hand, spitting the fluid all over the ground.
"Why don't you just kill me?" Bosco pushed his way up to his knees again, this time his vision slightly blurred. He was breathing heavy and started to put his last thoughts on his Ma and Faith. The only two that ever loved him; so he thought. Funny how you don't regret some things till the very end, Bosco just hoped now it would be one bullet to the back of the skull. If this was destiny's end than so be it. He just wished he could see his Ma and partner one last time, to tell them he truly loved them and appreciated them.
"Lets kill this pig and get out of here Carter," Bailey said bending over spitting more blood this time in Bosco's direction. He than proceeded to pick his gun up off the ground and cocked the hammer.
Carter leaned up against the van again.
"Put him in the Yukon, we are going for another ride," Carter said wiping perspiration off his forehead, smearing blood from his own body across his face.
"WHAT? We are not letting this faggot live Carter, what are you...," Bailey began to say but was cut off.
"I said put him in the van Bailey, change of plans. Maddog wants us all to meet him at the cottage. He is having a doctor come out. You drive and not another word," Carter said feeling woozy and crawling into the front passenger seat.
Bailey let out a huge sigh before grabbing Bosco roughly by the collar. "Lets go," he said jerking him up. Bosco lost his footing and stumbled back on the ground. Bailey pulled even harder forcing Bosco up. "You have been nothing but trouble Maurice."
"So sue me," Bosco spat lifting his arm up to push Bailey off of him.
"Lights out," Bailey said turning the gun and using the end of it to smack Bosco in the temple. Bailey dragged him by the collar and threw him in the back seat on the floor, throwing his legs up in after his limp body and slamming the side door closed.
He proceeded around the van and knocked the rest of the back and side window out that had bullet holes. No windows would attract attention, but windows shattered with bullet holes would get them pulled over in a heartbeat. Carter was taking a serious risk here. He reached his arms through the now busted out window and eased Edwards dead body down and out of site. "Rest in peace my friend."
~~~~~
"Where do you think he went Sul," Ty was looking out the windows of the RMP in frustration. He knew they shouldn't have let Bosco wander away from his building.
"I don't know Davis, time to radio in for more help. He could be anywhere. There are five bars on this street alone," Sully said reaching for his radio.
"You ever think he may have just went for milk?" Ty was looking out the window at something on the street.
"No Davis I don't! We both know Bosco well enough by now to..," Sully looked over and pulled the RMP to the side of the road.
"Is that what I think it is?" Sully looked at Ty and they both instantly stepped out of the car.
There was a brand new gallon of milk lying on its side next to a gutter.
"How long you think that has been there?" Ty reached down and picked it up.
"Maybe a half hour or so. It is still cool enough to drink. Besides, no brand new gallon of milk could stay here very long, some homeless person or junky would have picked it up and drank it by now," Ty said looking over at his partner.
"Shit!"
~~~~~
Carter was barely awake himself when they pulled up to Maddog's cottage. It was a two-hour drive out of the city. Maddog used it for more pleasure than business. He always took a handful of his selected bitches out there for the weekend to get their drink and smoke on, and to just chill, so to speak.
Men were awaiting their arrival outside. Two of them opened the passenger door and dragged Carter out. Bailey stepped out pointing to the back seat. "Pig is knocked out on the floor. Bastard killed Edwards!"
One of the men nodded his head and opened the door. He shook his head at the sight of Edwards corpse. He grabbed Bosco roughly and threw him over his shoulder.
"They don't pay me enough for this shit," he mumbled knowing he was going to get 'dirty' from all the blood on Bosco.
"What about Edwards?" Bailey looked in the backseat and sighed. They had worked together a very long time. Just because he was a criminal didn't mean he didn't have a heart completely.
Two men approached the car with shovels and a can of gasoline. "Don't worry Bailey, we will give him a proper burial. Maddog wants us to get rid of the Yukon. Evidence you know."
"Yeah, okay but I am coming with, give me one minute with Maddog," he said shaking his head and walking towards the cottage.
~~~~~
Bosco slowly came through, in excruciating pain. He wished now he was still under the influence of whatever drug Carter gave him earlier. At least it stopped the physical pain.
He blinked a few times till his vision came in focus, now wishing he hadn't.
"Well Officer Boscorelli we finally meet," Maddog said lifting himself off the coach he was lounging on with a naked girl on each side of him. Bosco glanced over at the women. One looked no older than sixteen. Here he was finally face-to-face with the 'top dog' and he couldn't move his arms. He was shivering too. It was so cold in here. Maddog was only wearing boxers and he looked content.
He struggled before forcing his head up to look down at his body. He was on a table with a plastic sheet or tarp under him. No doubt this was to stop blood from getting everywhere. He was only in his boxers as well. His arms and legs were restrained by metal clasps on the table. This must have been some kind of torture contraption. He glanced at his shoulder wound and threw his head back. This was bad, real bad.
"Ah you like it huh? I had it designed personally. Usually I use it for female pleasure if you get my meaning," Maddog chuckled rolling his ring around on his finger again.
"What the hell do you want? You know I am a cop. You will never get away with killing me you jagoff," Bosco said still struggling even though he knew it was pointless.
"You are something else Officer, such spirit, I give you that much. No wonder Carter took personal interest in you. Well, so you know one of my Doctor's is up there fixing him up as we speak. He will be out for a couple days. However, I promised him I would keep you alive long enough for him to see your death. I owe him that much he has been of great service to me," Maddog said motioning to one of his bitches to light his cigar that was in his mouth the whole time.
Bosco could tell by his weak state that he would not live two days too give Carter the satisfaction of seeing him die. He uncontrollably let out a huge smirk.
"Do you find something humorous Officer? Would you care to fill us all in? Please entertain us," Maddog said taking a puff from his cigar and walking up to Bosco blowing it in his face.
Bosco just turned his face the other way, still smirking to himself.
"The doctor will be in shortly to stitch you up. Oh yeah, and he accidentally used all the morphine on Carter. Ain't that just a bitch? Or should I say you're going to be screaming like one shortly," Maddog laughed.
Bosco's eyes widened with fear and he turned his head back around to look Maddog in the eyes. Was he serious?
TBC...More of Faith and 55-Charlie to come along with torture!
Destiny's End Chapter 17:
Carter had his cell phone out and weakly dialed Maddog. He was unsure what to do; he needed a hospital and was starting to freak out. Carter had many outstanding warrants; no way he could actually walk into a hospital without waking up cuffed to the bed. Maddog would know what to do. He had connections.
Bosco crawled up to his knees. If he was going to die in this alley he was going to die with dignity, not shot in the back of the head. He wanted to look this scumbag in the eyes. He could feel the blood violently pumping out of his shoulder blade and his inner thigh. It didn't hurt do to the fact he was stoned; but the warm sensations that were running down his shirt and his pants leg causing his clothes to stick to his body was enough to make him feel nauseous. He didn't even want to look at the blood; it would make things worse on him and he knew it.
He heard Carter shouting behind him, but his ears were still ringing from the gunshots making the words indistinct and more like jabber.
Bailey stood and sucker-punched Bosco in the mouth. His lip was already tender from earlier. He was caught off guard and accidentally bit his tongue, causing his mouth to fill up with lukewarm, profuse blood. Bosco fell forward on one hand, spitting the fluid all over the ground.
"Why don't you just kill me?" Bosco pushed his way up to his knees again, this time his vision slightly blurred. He was breathing heavy and started to put his last thoughts on his Ma and Faith. The only two that ever loved him; so he thought. Funny how you don't regret some things till the very end, Bosco just hoped now it would be one bullet to the back of the skull. If this was destiny's end than so be it. He just wished he could see his Ma and partner one last time, to tell them he truly loved them and appreciated them.
"Lets kill this pig and get out of here Carter," Bailey said bending over spitting more blood this time in Bosco's direction. He than proceeded to pick his gun up off the ground and cocked the hammer.
Carter leaned up against the van again.
"Put him in the Yukon, we are going for another ride," Carter said wiping perspiration off his forehead, smearing blood from his own body across his face.
"WHAT? We are not letting this faggot live Carter, what are you...," Bailey began to say but was cut off.
"I said put him in the van Bailey, change of plans. Maddog wants us all to meet him at the cottage. He is having a doctor come out. You drive and not another word," Carter said feeling woozy and crawling into the front passenger seat.
Bailey let out a huge sigh before grabbing Bosco roughly by the collar. "Lets go," he said jerking him up. Bosco lost his footing and stumbled back on the ground. Bailey pulled even harder forcing Bosco up. "You have been nothing but trouble Maurice."
"So sue me," Bosco spat lifting his arm up to push Bailey off of him.
"Lights out," Bailey said turning the gun and using the end of it to smack Bosco in the temple. Bailey dragged him by the collar and threw him in the back seat on the floor, throwing his legs up in after his limp body and slamming the side door closed.
He proceeded around the van and knocked the rest of the back and side window out that had bullet holes. No windows would attract attention, but windows shattered with bullet holes would get them pulled over in a heartbeat. Carter was taking a serious risk here. He reached his arms through the now busted out window and eased Edwards dead body down and out of site. "Rest in peace my friend."
~~~~~
"Where do you think he went Sul," Ty was looking out the windows of the RMP in frustration. He knew they shouldn't have let Bosco wander away from his building.
"I don't know Davis, time to radio in for more help. He could be anywhere. There are five bars on this street alone," Sully said reaching for his radio.
"You ever think he may have just went for milk?" Ty was looking out the window at something on the street.
"No Davis I don't! We both know Bosco well enough by now to..," Sully looked over and pulled the RMP to the side of the road.
"Is that what I think it is?" Sully looked at Ty and they both instantly stepped out of the car.
There was a brand new gallon of milk lying on its side next to a gutter.
"How long you think that has been there?" Ty reached down and picked it up.
"Maybe a half hour or so. It is still cool enough to drink. Besides, no brand new gallon of milk could stay here very long, some homeless person or junky would have picked it up and drank it by now," Ty said looking over at his partner.
"Shit!"
~~~~~
Carter was barely awake himself when they pulled up to Maddog's cottage. It was a two-hour drive out of the city. Maddog used it for more pleasure than business. He always took a handful of his selected bitches out there for the weekend to get their drink and smoke on, and to just chill, so to speak.
Men were awaiting their arrival outside. Two of them opened the passenger door and dragged Carter out. Bailey stepped out pointing to the back seat. "Pig is knocked out on the floor. Bastard killed Edwards!"
One of the men nodded his head and opened the door. He shook his head at the sight of Edwards corpse. He grabbed Bosco roughly and threw him over his shoulder.
"They don't pay me enough for this shit," he mumbled knowing he was going to get 'dirty' from all the blood on Bosco.
"What about Edwards?" Bailey looked in the backseat and sighed. They had worked together a very long time. Just because he was a criminal didn't mean he didn't have a heart completely.
Two men approached the car with shovels and a can of gasoline. "Don't worry Bailey, we will give him a proper burial. Maddog wants us to get rid of the Yukon. Evidence you know."
"Yeah, okay but I am coming with, give me one minute with Maddog," he said shaking his head and walking towards the cottage.
~~~~~
Bosco slowly came through, in excruciating pain. He wished now he was still under the influence of whatever drug Carter gave him earlier. At least it stopped the physical pain.
He blinked a few times till his vision came in focus, now wishing he hadn't.
"Well Officer Boscorelli we finally meet," Maddog said lifting himself off the coach he was lounging on with a naked girl on each side of him. Bosco glanced over at the women. One looked no older than sixteen. Here he was finally face-to-face with the 'top dog' and he couldn't move his arms. He was shivering too. It was so cold in here. Maddog was only wearing boxers and he looked content.
He struggled before forcing his head up to look down at his body. He was on a table with a plastic sheet or tarp under him. No doubt this was to stop blood from getting everywhere. He was only in his boxers as well. His arms and legs were restrained by metal clasps on the table. This must have been some kind of torture contraption. He glanced at his shoulder wound and threw his head back. This was bad, real bad.
"Ah you like it huh? I had it designed personally. Usually I use it for female pleasure if you get my meaning," Maddog chuckled rolling his ring around on his finger again.
"What the hell do you want? You know I am a cop. You will never get away with killing me you jagoff," Bosco said still struggling even though he knew it was pointless.
"You are something else Officer, such spirit, I give you that much. No wonder Carter took personal interest in you. Well, so you know one of my Doctor's is up there fixing him up as we speak. He will be out for a couple days. However, I promised him I would keep you alive long enough for him to see your death. I owe him that much he has been of great service to me," Maddog said motioning to one of his bitches to light his cigar that was in his mouth the whole time.
Bosco could tell by his weak state that he would not live two days too give Carter the satisfaction of seeing him die. He uncontrollably let out a huge smirk.
"Do you find something humorous Officer? Would you care to fill us all in? Please entertain us," Maddog said taking a puff from his cigar and walking up to Bosco blowing it in his face.
Bosco just turned his face the other way, still smirking to himself.
"The doctor will be in shortly to stitch you up. Oh yeah, and he accidentally used all the morphine on Carter. Ain't that just a bitch? Or should I say you're going to be screaming like one shortly," Maddog laughed.
Bosco's eyes widened with fear and he turned his head back around to look Maddog in the eyes. Was he serious?
TBC...More of Faith and 55-Charlie to come along with torture!