Previously on Vice Cop, Hudson went undercover at a costume party in The Hamptons in hopes of discovering a notorious Madame's wild sex party and drug operation. Lexa an Detective Mason went to the party unaware that their hostess was really the wanted Madame. Hudson's Corvette was bombed and he was mildly wounded by a gun shot. In this chapter, Hudson and Lexa team up as undercover cops for the first time. If you wish to skip all the action and storyline, read SCENE TEN for a brief oral and anal sex scene between a villainous foreign couple staying at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel.
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ONE Hudson was named after the Hudson River, his father's way of honoring New York and it was his belief that his son would become a New York City hero. Following in his father's footsteps, Hudson Banach only wished his father were alive to see that he had become a cop. Hudson carried a small black and white photo of his deceased father under his cap. He admired him, revering him as the soul of masculinity and strength. He had survived dark and dangerous times during Mafia-controlled Sicily and he had provided for his family upon immigrating to New York City. Since Hudson could remember, he had lived with family in Middle Village, Queens....
It was Hudson's birthday. He was twenty nine. It also happened to be the day before New Years Eve. He had hoped he'd spent a quiet, uneventful birthday but his mother, whom everyone called Mamma Banach, went all out and threw him a big Italian style banquet. Everyone showed up: Uncle Vitto and his wife came over from Miami, Professor Goldstein, other uncles and aunts from his father's side of the family and his younger siblings Alyssa and twenty year old Angelo. They made a big fuss over him, scattering confetti everywhere in the dining room, playing Frank Sinatra music and Italian folk songs that the family had always enjoyed. They feasted on Mamma Banach's terrific Italian gourmet meals.
Hudson smiled a lot and looked appreciative but deep down, he wished he could disappear right there and then. All his life, family had come first and though he adored his family, he was sharply aware that he was nearing thirty and he wanted to move out of the family home and into his own place. Lately, also, his loving family was getting on his nerves.
"Family, I have some good news," he said as everyone ate their dessert, "I found an apartment in Bensonhurst Brooklyn. The rent I can afford and Professor, I'll be able to get to your place in Park Slope much faster now I believe."
"Oh, that's wonderful, my boy," the Professor remarked.
"And now you tell us?" Mamma Banach said, "why wasn't I the first to know about this, you're own mother."
"Oh, Ma. I meant to tell you but I didn't get the chance and I thought now was the perfect time. So if anyone cares to take a look at my new place, I'll be there by the end of the week."
"Is this because you've found a live-in girlfriend?" smart-alecky Alyssa said, "is it that blind date you had some time ago with help from the Professor."
Hudson frowned at the veiled reference to Lexa.
"No. Not her. Not anyone. I will be living alone for the time being. I thought it was about time. I mean I am nearly thirty." "Well, if you want me to have grandchildren, you better hurry and find yourself a wife," said Mamma Banach, "you're my oldest and you haven't had kids. I'm not going to wait until Angelo has a family; I'm getting older by the minute."
Everyone chuckled.
"I don't think I want a wife, just a girlfriend," said Angelo. The problem is you're too picky, Hudson. Whatever happened to that Sonya Romandini, the girl you were head over heels for in high school?" said his brother Angelo.
"She was a nice girl," Mamma Banach exclaimed, "and an Italian. She was perfect for you but you had to louse it up somehow."
"I didn't louse it up, Ma," Hudson said, "she moved to LA to pursue her modeling career. She didn't think I was good enough for her just because I'm a cop."
He briefly remembered their night in Atlantic City not long ago but his mind returned to the present. He hated that everyone was being so nosy about his love life.
"You know what kind of girls love cops? Nurses," said Uncle Vitto, "my own Nancy here was a nurse for many years in Atlanta, isn't' that right, hun? Find yourself a good girl, Hudson. Look for nurses, teachers or a Church going Catholic."
"But only if she's Roman Catholic," Mamma Banach added.
"Or a nice Jewish girl," said the Professor who was himself Jewish.
"I don't think it's any of you guys' business who I choose," Hudson said.
"Hudson, that was very rude," his mother reprimanded him.
"Well, that's my news," Hudson said, as if to say he considered the conversation finished.
But it was far from over. The rest of the evening was a continuous flow of conversation. Everyone got to open their mouth.
"How's Miami, Mr. Vitto?" the Professor asked him, "I'd love to retire there myself some day but I don't think I can bring myself to leave New York City's fine arts scene."
"Well, you really gotta want to live there and if you can thrive in humid and hot weather, it's paradise," said Vitto.
"Mamma Banach, can you make some more coffee please?" Aunt Nacy said.
"When are you going to take me to see The New York Yankees, Hudson?" Angelo inquired
"Alyssa, don't play with your food. Have another cream pie, Professor," said Mamma.
"When's your next vacation, Hudson? You should come to Miami," Uncle Vitto said," we can go to the Gator Bowl seeing as you like football more than baseball."
"Did you see that new Madonna music video on MTV "Papa Don't Preach, Alyssa?" one of her cousins asked her.
"I don't care for that crazy gal," Nancy, Vitto's wife said, "she's giving American gals a really bad name."
"Oh, she's just an entertainer, Aunt Nancy; I'm sure in real life she's not that wild."
"Did you remember to tape Miami Vice, Hudson? I like that show, too," said Angelo.
