First off. Holy cow! I did not expect such a response and I cannot even begin to tell you how much it means to me to get all those nice reviews. I saw those and immediately began working on chapter 3 and got that done. You guys motivated me so much so here is a new chapter for you. Responses are at the bottom, I hope you guys like it. If you see mistakes ignore those, hahaha.
BTW. Faith shows up in Chapter 3 if your all wondering where she is, don't worry she'll show up ;)
Again, thanks to Jessie (Rebel Jess) for all your help, what would I do without you? THANK YOU.
Now me go silent and enjoy….
Chapter 2 – Escape Attempt
Cruz banged on the door. No answer. She was really ready to kick some doors down; if that meant finding out some answers to her many questions that she felt were going unanswered. She did it again, and then she heard somebody open the door, but had the chain on in case she tried to barge down the door. Which didn't matter if she wanted to, chain wouldn't stop anybody, all you had to do was put some force into your kick and the chain rip right off.
"Yes can I help you?" A much elderly lady answered, her hair stark white and pointing each and everyway.
Reaching into her coat pocket Cruz brought her badge out. "Sgt. Cruz with the NYPD, Ma'am did you hear any disturbance coming from next door last night?" Pointing her finger towards Bosco's apartment.
"Yes….sounded like somebody was having a fight, heard glass breaking…but I figured I mind my own business….why is he okay?" Looking out the door half expecting to see more cops and a body bag. She didn't know Bosco personally, didn't know much about him, but she seen him a few times walking to her own apartment, he'd nod his head then that was it.
Cruz didn't know what to say to the woman. If she really thought Bosco was okay, would she be knocking on the door? Then again why make an elder woman freak out, god knows she probably have a hear attack. She looked old enough. She then, doing her best, put on the most forced on reassuring smile she possibly could give the woman.
"I'm sure he's fine, just a big misunderstanding that's all."
"Okay….I do hope he's okay."
With that, the woman shut the door. Cruz knew that was just a waste of time. The woman didn't give her any additional information she didn't all ready know, or could use. It was a long shot but she was completely lost.
Her mind began to play and try and sort out who could it be. It had to be somebody she locked up with Boscorelli, that's had to be the only reason he was brought in on this. But who? Vernon, couldn't be him, all his boys were locked up, or so she thought. They had succeeded in getting Buford. So who could it be? Who would be so bold into to kidnapping a New York City Police Officer, and then taunt her with it?
As she made her way back to the 55th, she knew she had to be the one to find him. She couldn't tell anybody about this; the ransom note was to her, nobody else. All her cop instincts were telling her that was the wrong move, but she easily ignored that. If they wanted her, they better come after her personally, not use people against her. She pressed on the gas harder, with this line of thoughts running through her brain.
Bosco's head hurt. That was an understatement of the year. His head didn't just hurt, it felt like somebody taken a sledge hammer to it, then decided to do the Mexican Hat Dance while they were at it. Not to mention it felt like any moment if he moved his head, it was going to roll away. He could only imagine the look on his kidnappers face, coming into the room to find his head on the other side of the room.
Room, where the hell was he? Bosco realized his eyes were still closed, from the intense headache that had made itself very well known. Opening his eyes at first, he feared he gone blind, that the asshole had hit him so hard he lost his eyesight. But when he moved his eyes around a little more he could see that there was light coming from upstairs.
So that meant he was in a basement, with no lights. 'Great' he thought sarcastically, 'my favorite.' He tried to ease his breathing, knowing if he let his panic start to set in, it wouldn't solve anything and it wouldn't get him anywhere.
When he went to work on trying to get up he could feel the rope along his wrists. Trying to move them back and forth he realized somebody knew how to tie very well, probably number one in boy scouts because he couldn't even get any leave way. 'Just my luck' he thought 'I get the one guy who knows how to tie somebody down.' Even his legs where tight and it felt like they weren't going to be loose any time soon.
Even though he had no hope of loosening his bonds, he tried anyways trying to get his fingers to wrap around the end of the rope. Or just try and get his wrists to get a little room. But as he was concentrating on this, he felt something brush his forearm.
Bosco stopped all movement. It was his imagination, right? It had to be, he was just scared of the dark, and yeah he could admit that. So therefore his mind began to play mean, cruel tricks on him. There was nothing out there just him and his childish mind. Oh how easy Bosco was good at making himself believe things he didn't want to be true. But, all that convincing trying to contain his feeling of hopelessness, went all out the window, and Bosco could not help but let out a scream in terror.
For as he just had started to work on his wrists again, something dropped on his neck and began to crawl up his head. He knew what it was. A cockroach. He screamed trying to get it off of him, he even rolled but ended up rolling on some, for he felt a crunch and that just revolted him even more. Bosco could feel his heart beginning to beat faster and faster and he felt another one crawl up on him he just curled up best as he could, praying this was just some terrible nightmare.
Upstairs, they could hear Bosco's cries through the boards of the floor. The one nodded his head then just let out a laugh, "Somebody's awake."
Cruz pulled up to the Precinct. Running through her mind, were so many thoughts and chaos was making her brain go in complete overdrive. There were so many options in what to do, and what not to do and she was very scared of making the wrong decision. It wasn't her life anymore, it was now also Boscorelli's and whatever she did would get back to him, full circle. The one that definitely was winning and replaying over in her mind was how to get him back alive.
Walking up the stairs she opened the Precinct doors and dragged her feet as her mind was in a different world, her body knew what to do and which way to carry her. What she didn't see was Swersky was staring at her. He had glanced up to see Sgt. Cruz walk in the doors. Her posture, her face, it was set differently, and more then once he saw that look on her face and it usually meant something was up. It almost reminded him as though somebody taken her favorite dog and then ran over it. It concerned him that Cruz had run out of here like a mad woman, hell bent on something, and now came back to his Precinct in a melancholy state.
"Everything all right Sarge?"
Glancing over as she walked by, Swersky questioning her. She was so close of telling him, what was up but the part that told her not to won over and she just nodded her head yes. Without a single word uttered from her lips, she made it past Swersky's desk and up to her office.
Her eyes had been watching the tile, until they came up unconsciously as she was about to enter her office, and she stopped. She felt heat from her head travel quickly down to the very tips of her toes, and a chill made itself present on the back of her neck. For once again, just like last time, a note was sitting on her desk.
She closed her eyes. It was like she was a child again. Back when she was having a nightmare, she would awake from it and believed the monster was still in her room with her. She'd close her eyes and when she did, she knew she was safe. Only this time, she was hoping if by closing them, it wouldn't be no longer there. But opening she knew that was just a foolish thought. She was stuck in this and no matter how much she wanted to pretend it wasn't real, it was very much so.
Then the thought of not opening the letter crossed her mind. If she didn't open it, just go about like it was a regular day it wouldn't have to be real and the whole mess in Bosco's apartment, she could just say that he and his friend got into a fight. But once again she knew that wasn't what happened, and no matter how much she did wishful thinking, it was going to still be there. Even if she went about her business like it was a regular day, Boscorelli was in deed a dead man.
Hesitantly she walked up and snatched it up off her desk then backed up to the door were she originally stood. To her it was like the desk could be a bomb and it would go off any minute. Maybe subconsciously she knew whoever had Boscorelli, had touched her desk and that drove a nail into her nerves that she didn't even knew existed till now.
Without glancing behind her, she turned and shut the door. Part of Cruz felt if it was open it was vulnerability feeling, with her back to the door it was as though the man himself would jump her at any given moment while reading the letter. The other part of her that wanted it shut was, what if he was watching? She would never give a person that kind of satisfaction over her; it just wasn't going to happen.
Taking a deep breath she then knowing it was now or never ripped it open and began reading it slowly.
So figured out who it is? Good. Better read this carefully, because if want Boscorelli back alive, you better do as your told or it will be you fishing his dead body out of the east river.
Follow the directions listed below, will be waiting to give you further instructions. Cruz, we will be watching, so don't be including your boys."
She felt this was a very different turn of events. They didn't want her to include her boys, which meant her Anti Crime unit. That also meant not telling Lieutenant Swersky, which she had all ready decided she was going to solve this on her own. She nearly dropped the letter when her phone rang. Her eyebrows came down as though how dare somebody be calling her when this was going on. No way she couldn't think of anything but this. Figuring she better answer it she got it on the fourth ring.
"Sgt Cruz Anti Crime."
"Time is ticking Cruz."
Then before she could even utter one word or question who it was, she got the dial tone. Taking it away from her ear she stared at it for a few seconds then a snarl came to her face. Anger boiled up and frustration just the whole mess she then threw it, making the base of the phone fly with it, and in the process sending papers and other things crashing to the floor.
Clenching the note in her hand she yanked the door open causing it to crash into the wall as she stalked out of the office. Not even noticing some of her guys standing up wondering what caused such emotional rage, but they decided not to get in the cross fire as she stormed out of the Anti-Crime department.
Taking the stairs fast, she hit the bottom and an officer seeing the scowl on her face commented on it, getting a laugh out of it.
"Not having a good day Cruz?"
Like a lion about to kill it's prey she turned around seeing the officer standing there, and she knew him quite well. Never really talked to him, but had seen him numerous occasions in the Precinct.
But being in the mood she was and not wanting to hear some officer making fun of her 'mood' she just snapped back with a "Go fuck yourself Logan." She abruptly turned around and left the Precinct again.
When Bosco had stopped squirming enough to try and gain his composure even as he felt the roaches touch his skin making him want to throw up, he knew it wouldn't solve anything. Going on that he had to calm himself down and try and figure out to get out of this situation, he tried to put into the back of his mind that if he didn't think about it to much they weren't there. 'Yeah right, harder then you think' his mind would yell back but he took in deep breaths hoping to clear his senses.
He went back to trying to undo the rope that had his wrists strained behind his back, only he worked more furiously, to try and escape this hell hole he was put in. Every pore in his body was screaming to get out of this predicament, and as fast as humanly possible.
When he had first started on his ropes, he had no room to try and loosen the bonds that kept him there, because whoever wanted him to stay knew how to keep somebody immobilized. Bosco lost track of time as he moved and twitched and kept working at his bonds, as he tried to think of a plan in order not to go insane while waiting to escape. He couldn't figure out what he had done to piss these guys off, or Logan for one. He was a fellow cop, what would make him disgrace his blood oath of being an NYPD officer?
It had to be somebody he put away, but then again how would he know who organized this? He wouldn't know until they told him. Then again, he thought with a sinking feeling, what if they don't tell him? That would be part of the torture was to not allow him to know who's doing this to him, to let him know whom he was going up against.
Over and over in his head he played the thought he had to get out of there, no matter what. Then he felt the loosen of the ropes, what he been working on what seemed like eternity, he could move his wrists that had gone numb from lack of blood circulation going into his hands. For the first time he felt how badly he worked his wrists when he felt blood oozing out of his wrists, him working so feverishly he never even felt it, but it was worth it. He then went working on the ones keeping his feet tangled up, which wasn't so hard with free hands.
When Bosco stood up he began rapidly brushing off every bit of his body, jerking around in circles, that he felt the cockroaches had touch. Just the prickle of his skin would make his skin crawl and he would end up doing the same dance of scratching and itching anywhere he felt was necessary.
Then the next job after this went on for a few seconds, or maybe even longer then that, Bosco went to work trying to find his way out of there. He first ran into a wall, and he learned real quickly not to move to fast, because he kept tripping over stuff that was laying about the room. Shuffling his feet like an old man he began feeling around the room, and what he realized the stairs was in the middle of the room when he had gone throughout the entire room and felt nothing that resembled a flight of steps. So taking a deep breath he began moving outside of the wall and having his hands out in front of him he began moving his fingers and on the first try found a beam, it was wooden. That was a good sign, but he immediately brushed his fingers off when he felt a cobweb.
The wooden beam had been what kept the stairs up and only a few inches away from the beam was the flight of steps, and he put one foot up on the step and then went quiet and listened. He was hoping they weren't still in the house, that maybe he had some kind of luck behind him that he get out of this alive.
For those few faint seconds he was sure they'd hear him just by the rapid of his heart beating so hastily but nothing happened, he didn't hear voices, no footsteps, not a single sound that give away that anybody was there. So he began creeping up the stairs, and trying not to make much sound as they groaned in protest from the much weight added by him.
Opening the door, he found that it was completely dark, making it that much harder to spot someone. Then again, he could use that to his advantage. From straining his eyes to see, from the little bit of light cast into the kitchen from the window, he could see there was a back door, and of course there was the front door. Every nerve in his body was screaming run, run while you can, before it's to late, but he knew if he ran, who knows what he would attract.
As he began stepping towards the door, taking it slowly as though he was doing a sobriety test, taking one step in front of the other. What amazed him was how long it took him to reach the door, being so fearful somebody would catch him, and it was like something out of the dream. He thought he was much closer but as he began walking towards it, it seemed it had gotten further and further away.
But with his hand on the doorknob he felt his breath gone as he began turning it, expecting him to wake up back in the basement but he felt the cool breeze and in his mind he was jumping up and down. Just as he was about to reach for the screen door, he was sure his life passed before his eyes as the cold barrel of a shotgun was placed behind his neck, and he heard the cock of the weapon.
"Nice try."
Bosco didn't move his hand away from the screen, he could see outside, he could see his freedom and it was slipping away from him so quickly. Still feeling the wind coming through the screen of the door, he saw his death if he didn't leave this house. This entire house reeked it, it was something out of a nightmare. He couldn't die here, have his mother identify his body and lay it to rest right next to Mikey's. No, he wouldn't die without a fight.
"Turn around slowly, your not going anywhere."
Without a sound Bosco turned around with his hands up in defense, and then as he turned his entire body around and saw the man with the shot gun he did the most stupidest thing he ever done in his life, or bravest. As quickly as he could he grabbed the barrel of the gun and then pushed it upwards and shoving the man backwards, the gun going off between the guys, it shooting into the ceiling of the house.
Bosco took no more chance with dealing with the man knowing full well that gunshot would bring all the wrong attention down on him, and he turn and sprung out the door. He heard the back door slam shut hard against the doorframe, and what stopped him for a few seconds and could have cost him was he didn't expect to come out and see a get together. Bunch of guys standing around the yard drinking beer talking to one another. They had heard the gunshot going off in the house and was now staring at Bosco.
Hearing the door open again and the screen door shut hard, he heard "get him" and that was enough for him to take off like a pistol. He saw one try and grab for him but he quickly dodged it and jumped a fence that was keeping him from his freedom.
All his police career Bosco has been the hunter, chasing after the perps through alley's, through people's backyards, and then tackling them. It was the most adrenaline rush of the job; he found it so thrilling of chasing after somebody on foot and then getting them in a great dive. He liked it even better then when he was in the car, there was just something about it. Never, though did he think this role would be reversed and he be the one being chased.
Bosco could feel his body tiring out, and as good of shape he was in, the ordeal he gone through was taking its toll on him and he could actually sense the men were catching up with him. This was some kind of terrible nightmare, it just had to be, this couldn't be happening to him right now. He was going to wake up in his bed screaming but at least he would be safe.
As he went through someone's yard, he threw things down in his path as so many criminal's have done to him in all the years he chased people down, trying to slow the men behind him. He began screaming at the top of his lungs, yelling and hoping, somebody would call the cops, but as he did this he had the feeling nobody was hearing his call for help.
When he jumped another fence and began running out into the street he didn't even expect somebody to catch up to him even though he feared it, as he felt his body hit the pavement. That tackle had come from behind him causing him to put his hands out and try and roll from the much speed he had gained. Feeling the pain rip through his wrists as they took the full brunt of the body as it came to a halt on the ground.
'NO' He screamed in his mind. He was free he couldn't allow this one man to take him down. He began kicking, punching, twisting his body in every way he could to try and get out of this man's grip and he succeeded, the man released him to get a better hold and that was enough for Bosco to get loose and get back up on his feet. But the time trying to get loose from the man was enough for the others to catch up, some had come in their cars and just as he was about to take off again he was tackled again, only this time he landed in the soft wet grass.
It was harder to be screaming and running at the same time but now that he was on the ground he began yelling, hoping somebody would come out and see what the ruckus was outside their own damn house. But as he did this he was silenced with a good kick to his gut, causing him to curl up as the man got off of him. He felt someone grab his hair roughly then landed a punch to his face. Another blow landed in his mouth and he bit his tongue hard. He felt the taste of copper reach his senses. The blood began to coat his teeth rapidly and as he glanced up, all he saw was a group of guys standing around him, making sure he wasn't going anywhere.
Bosco just glared at the men who were not allowing his escape, and if he could kill someone with his look, they would be bursting in flames. Nobody attacked, it was just silence, as though they weren't sure what to do with the now captive. Bosco still sprawled out on the ground watched as one man came up and he didn't even have time to register as the man then brought his foot back and connected with Bosco's temple. As conscious slowly seeped away from him, all Bosco could think was, he had almost gotten away.
TBC….hope your still liking ;)
Responses to the ReviewsLloydie – Glad your hooked, and hope your still hooked ;)
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I know it sounds like I am repeating myself but you guys really just all of you helped me and thank you so much. I honestly was bouncing around the house just excited as you can get, so thank you and like I said, I know I used 'hope' a lot but I just hope I can continue to make you guys happy. Thanks again and till next chapter update ;) peace out.
