Rated R for violence and extreme sexual content, including rape. If you
are not of age, this means 18 plus please leave! If you don't like extreme
stories, please find the door and exit, this ain't for you!
Now, on with the story!
RULES AND BROKEN TRUST
"You got any plans tonight Bosco?" Vinny questioned removing his vest and carelessly dropping it into his locker.
Bosco had been paired with Vincent Vetresco for the past month while Faith Yokas was still recovering from her injury, and Sasha was out with a broken arm. Vincent, aka 'Vinny' was transferred over from a Chicago division a couple months back.
Vinny stood six feet, four inches tall, weighed approximately 230 pounds, with sandy blonde hair. The man had an incredible muscular build on him, and he used it well to intimidate suspects.
"The usual, home, beer, hot shower, game," Bosco mumbled running his fingers through his curly locks before standing and beginning the task of removing his uniform.
"You like the Giants?" Vinny asked as he shut his locker.
"Yeah, I guess, I am more of a Green Bay Packers fan though," Bosco responded as he unhurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He wasn't in any hurry to get back to his lonesome apartment.
Since the shooting in Nobel's apartment building, Bosco had found himself withdrawing from any kind of socialization with the other officers. He wasn't exactly 'Mr. Popular' around the 5-5 anymore, the whispering behind his back, the silence when he entered a room, the stares; he had his fill with that while on the clock.
"I have two tickets for the Packers/Giants game tomorrow night. I am a huge Giants fan, part of the reason I moved up here," Vinny began. "Anyway, a buddy of mine bailed on me last minute. You up for it?"
" No thanks Vinny. I appreciate the offer and all, I'm just not up for it," Bosco said looking up to Vinny and offering him a slight smirk of gratitude.
"Come on Boscorelli! It is a Saturday, the Packers, the playoffs, what else you have to do? You too good for your new partner?" Vinny joked pretending to punch Bosco on his shoulder. "Come on, get out of that apartment of yours for once. My treat! I am still kind-of new around here, I don't want the tickets to go to waste," Vinny pleaded.
Bosco hesitated briefly while removing his shirt before turning to Vinny, the beginnings of a smile on his face, "You know the Packers are so gonna kick ass, don't ya?"
"Care to put your money where your mouth is Bosco?" Vinny said laughing. "Loser buys a few rounds of drinks after work next week," Vinny said moving his hand out to shake on it.
"You got it pal. I should probably tell you now, Heineken is my brand," Bosco said cockily grinning now; extending his arm out to shake while pointing his finger at him.
He'd really begun to like Vinny in the last few weeks; the guy went out of his way to make him feel like he was not a paharah.
A few minutes later finished changing, he threw on his jacket, and Bosco began walking out of the locker room, his mood lifted for the first time in three months, a grin on his face. "See you tomorow night! Hey, Vinny, you driving or me?"
Vinny looked up, "I'll drive, that way you can relax. Get your head in the game."
"Sounds GOOD to me!" Bosco grinned and walking out found he was actually looking forward to getting to know his new partner off the job.
Vinny watched him leave, a satisfied grin on his face. Then he went back to his changing, looking down he saw Bosco had accidentally left his shirt out of his locker. Picking it up, he put it in his bag, and left the locker room. "Forget his head if it wasn't attached."
~~~~~
Saturday Evening. Meadowlands Stadium
"Here you go Bosco," Vinny said returning from the concession stand with another 32-ounce beer. It was mid-fourth quarter and the Giants were up by 3, and it was their ball. Vinny had only one beer; Bosco was on his third. He had a pretty good buzz going on for him, and overall was feeling really good.
Bosco was wearing his traditional Packers jersey, tucked in to a pair of baggy blue jeans.
"Did I miss anything?" Vinny half-shouted over the noise of the crowd, easing himself into his seat next to Bosco, grinning over at him, glad to see him enjoying himself.
"Your quarterback was just sacked twice in a row," Bosco said arrogantly. "I'm telling you, the Packers will pull through. They have the best defense. Thanks for the beer Vin," Bosco said taking it out of Vinny's hand.
"No problem, I like how that Packers jersey you have looks, might have to get me one like it," Vinny commented.
"Fumble! HELL YEAH!" Bosco shouted standing up, guzzling his beer and holding the cup in the air.
"Did you see that? In your face! I told you the Packers would pull through. I gotta hit the head before they start their drive," Bosco said motioning for Vinny to move out of his way. Vinny leaned back at let Bosco by, smiling down at him, his eyes following the 'little man' as he strutted off.
"Gonna be 'on your face' you keep drinking like that!" He laughed.
Bosco flipped his hand back at him, laughing, "Don't worry, 'DEAR', I can handle it!"
~~~~~
"Yes, no line," Bosco mused out loud as he rapidly walked into the restroom. He had been holding all the beer he had consumed since half time. Bosco stopped at the closest urinal, un-zipped, and began relieving himself.
He let out a slight moan and leaned his head on one arm on top of the urinal as the pressure was released from his bladder, closing his eyes, then, "Whoa, maybe I'd better slow down," he was a little dizzy from the beer, "don't want to puke on the way home!" quickly opening his eyes, blinking, shaking his head to clear it. It had been awhile since he'd drank so much so fast. The tensions of the last months, finally draining away, with the alcohol. "Better not let Ma find out," he grinned, "she'd kill me." Paying no attention when the door behind him swung open and closed, two men entering the bathroom.
A few brief moments later, he felt something metal being pushed into his lower back.
"Don't turn around! I'm taking your wallet, and your watch, don't make any sudden moves," the voice said behind him.
"You have got to be kidding me? You picked the wrong guy pal," Bosco said shaking and zipping, before turning his head slightly to one side, "I'm a New York City Police..."
"I said no sudden moves," the eager man said taking the metal pipe that was in his hand and swinging it hard across the side of Bosco's face.
Becoming instantly disoriented by the blow, he fell against the wall, yelling out with the pain, "GGGGAAAHHHHHH!" Grabbing his face where the pipe had made contact, he felt wetness, as he looked at his hand stunned to see blood, he turned his head to look at his attackers, but the man moved in on him again, swinging the pipe, sriking him hard across the back. Bosco arched his back against the pain, "AAAHHHHH". He fell to his knees, grabbing to try to remain standing, he was holding on to the urinal. The man pushed him down to the floor, standing over him as he lay on his side, facing the wall, moaning in pain.
Then the man reached down, saying to someone behind him, "Didn't I tell you? These little assholes always think they tough!" As he reached into his front pocket, removing the wallet, "And putting it there don't help dumbass! Not when I got this," the man said taunting Bosco with the pipe by waving it around.
Bosco pulled himself towards the wall, trying to get further away, his face bleeding and his back in agony, thinking that the man was going to hit him again, but the man just laughed.
"Pussy," he spat out, then, "You little guys all alike, think you're ten feet tall. Don't take much to make you cry for mama does it!" then, turning to the man behind him, said, "See, how easy it is? Just look for the little guys, cocky ones like him are the easiest!" Then grabbing his arm pulled his watch from his wrist, and then he hit him again, this time across the ribs, causing him to scream in pain, "EEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA" and then leaving him gasping for breath, as he left the bathroom.
Bosco lay there on the cold tiles, shaking from the pain as he tried to keep from passing out, his head pounding, his back and side on fire, he was moaning, when suddenly someone was standing over him.
Bosco thinking that the man had come back for more, shrank away. Cowering, only semi-concious he heard, "Bosco? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?", as darkness overcame him.
TBC!
RULES AND BROKEN TRUST
"You got any plans tonight Bosco?" Vinny questioned removing his vest and carelessly dropping it into his locker.
Bosco had been paired with Vincent Vetresco for the past month while Faith Yokas was still recovering from her injury, and Sasha was out with a broken arm. Vincent, aka 'Vinny' was transferred over from a Chicago division a couple months back.
Vinny stood six feet, four inches tall, weighed approximately 230 pounds, with sandy blonde hair. The man had an incredible muscular build on him, and he used it well to intimidate suspects.
"The usual, home, beer, hot shower, game," Bosco mumbled running his fingers through his curly locks before standing and beginning the task of removing his uniform.
"You like the Giants?" Vinny asked as he shut his locker.
"Yeah, I guess, I am more of a Green Bay Packers fan though," Bosco responded as he unhurriedly unbuttoned his shirt. He wasn't in any hurry to get back to his lonesome apartment.
Since the shooting in Nobel's apartment building, Bosco had found himself withdrawing from any kind of socialization with the other officers. He wasn't exactly 'Mr. Popular' around the 5-5 anymore, the whispering behind his back, the silence when he entered a room, the stares; he had his fill with that while on the clock.
"I have two tickets for the Packers/Giants game tomorrow night. I am a huge Giants fan, part of the reason I moved up here," Vinny began. "Anyway, a buddy of mine bailed on me last minute. You up for it?"
" No thanks Vinny. I appreciate the offer and all, I'm just not up for it," Bosco said looking up to Vinny and offering him a slight smirk of gratitude.
"Come on Boscorelli! It is a Saturday, the Packers, the playoffs, what else you have to do? You too good for your new partner?" Vinny joked pretending to punch Bosco on his shoulder. "Come on, get out of that apartment of yours for once. My treat! I am still kind-of new around here, I don't want the tickets to go to waste," Vinny pleaded.
Bosco hesitated briefly while removing his shirt before turning to Vinny, the beginnings of a smile on his face, "You know the Packers are so gonna kick ass, don't ya?"
"Care to put your money where your mouth is Bosco?" Vinny said laughing. "Loser buys a few rounds of drinks after work next week," Vinny said moving his hand out to shake on it.
"You got it pal. I should probably tell you now, Heineken is my brand," Bosco said cockily grinning now; extending his arm out to shake while pointing his finger at him.
He'd really begun to like Vinny in the last few weeks; the guy went out of his way to make him feel like he was not a paharah.
A few minutes later finished changing, he threw on his jacket, and Bosco began walking out of the locker room, his mood lifted for the first time in three months, a grin on his face. "See you tomorow night! Hey, Vinny, you driving or me?"
Vinny looked up, "I'll drive, that way you can relax. Get your head in the game."
"Sounds GOOD to me!" Bosco grinned and walking out found he was actually looking forward to getting to know his new partner off the job.
Vinny watched him leave, a satisfied grin on his face. Then he went back to his changing, looking down he saw Bosco had accidentally left his shirt out of his locker. Picking it up, he put it in his bag, and left the locker room. "Forget his head if it wasn't attached."
~~~~~
Saturday Evening. Meadowlands Stadium
"Here you go Bosco," Vinny said returning from the concession stand with another 32-ounce beer. It was mid-fourth quarter and the Giants were up by 3, and it was their ball. Vinny had only one beer; Bosco was on his third. He had a pretty good buzz going on for him, and overall was feeling really good.
Bosco was wearing his traditional Packers jersey, tucked in to a pair of baggy blue jeans.
"Did I miss anything?" Vinny half-shouted over the noise of the crowd, easing himself into his seat next to Bosco, grinning over at him, glad to see him enjoying himself.
"Your quarterback was just sacked twice in a row," Bosco said arrogantly. "I'm telling you, the Packers will pull through. They have the best defense. Thanks for the beer Vin," Bosco said taking it out of Vinny's hand.
"No problem, I like how that Packers jersey you have looks, might have to get me one like it," Vinny commented.
"Fumble! HELL YEAH!" Bosco shouted standing up, guzzling his beer and holding the cup in the air.
"Did you see that? In your face! I told you the Packers would pull through. I gotta hit the head before they start their drive," Bosco said motioning for Vinny to move out of his way. Vinny leaned back at let Bosco by, smiling down at him, his eyes following the 'little man' as he strutted off.
"Gonna be 'on your face' you keep drinking like that!" He laughed.
Bosco flipped his hand back at him, laughing, "Don't worry, 'DEAR', I can handle it!"
~~~~~
"Yes, no line," Bosco mused out loud as he rapidly walked into the restroom. He had been holding all the beer he had consumed since half time. Bosco stopped at the closest urinal, un-zipped, and began relieving himself.
He let out a slight moan and leaned his head on one arm on top of the urinal as the pressure was released from his bladder, closing his eyes, then, "Whoa, maybe I'd better slow down," he was a little dizzy from the beer, "don't want to puke on the way home!" quickly opening his eyes, blinking, shaking his head to clear it. It had been awhile since he'd drank so much so fast. The tensions of the last months, finally draining away, with the alcohol. "Better not let Ma find out," he grinned, "she'd kill me." Paying no attention when the door behind him swung open and closed, two men entering the bathroom.
A few brief moments later, he felt something metal being pushed into his lower back.
"Don't turn around! I'm taking your wallet, and your watch, don't make any sudden moves," the voice said behind him.
"You have got to be kidding me? You picked the wrong guy pal," Bosco said shaking and zipping, before turning his head slightly to one side, "I'm a New York City Police..."
"I said no sudden moves," the eager man said taking the metal pipe that was in his hand and swinging it hard across the side of Bosco's face.
Becoming instantly disoriented by the blow, he fell against the wall, yelling out with the pain, "GGGGAAAHHHHHH!" Grabbing his face where the pipe had made contact, he felt wetness, as he looked at his hand stunned to see blood, he turned his head to look at his attackers, but the man moved in on him again, swinging the pipe, sriking him hard across the back. Bosco arched his back against the pain, "AAAHHHHH". He fell to his knees, grabbing to try to remain standing, he was holding on to the urinal. The man pushed him down to the floor, standing over him as he lay on his side, facing the wall, moaning in pain.
Then the man reached down, saying to someone behind him, "Didn't I tell you? These little assholes always think they tough!" As he reached into his front pocket, removing the wallet, "And putting it there don't help dumbass! Not when I got this," the man said taunting Bosco with the pipe by waving it around.
Bosco pulled himself towards the wall, trying to get further away, his face bleeding and his back in agony, thinking that the man was going to hit him again, but the man just laughed.
"Pussy," he spat out, then, "You little guys all alike, think you're ten feet tall. Don't take much to make you cry for mama does it!" then, turning to the man behind him, said, "See, how easy it is? Just look for the little guys, cocky ones like him are the easiest!" Then grabbing his arm pulled his watch from his wrist, and then he hit him again, this time across the ribs, causing him to scream in pain, "EEEEEEEAAAAAAAAA" and then leaving him gasping for breath, as he left the bathroom.
Bosco lay there on the cold tiles, shaking from the pain as he tried to keep from passing out, his head pounding, his back and side on fire, he was moaning, when suddenly someone was standing over him.
Bosco thinking that the man had come back for more, shrank away. Cowering, only semi-concious he heard, "Bosco? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?", as darkness overcame him.
TBC!