The "Boondock" Kids

My apologies if I got any locations wrong in this chapter or mixed up, its pretty obvious I don't know Europe very well and I had to do research on this information.

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Trisha was exhausted, everyone seemed to be, except for Janet who was still pissed about her craving for Oreos...not to mention the slap she almost got from her father.

Caesar and Huey hadn't arranged any private accommodation, so they had to hail a cab, which wasn't so hard with the beautiful girls present. They managed to hail two cabs.

"Welcome to Paris," the cab driver says to them, knowing they're tourists. "Where am I taking you?"

"Mecure Paris Terminus Nord," Huey says to him. He sits in the passenger seat whilst Trisha, Riley and Janet sit in the back.

"Man why you always sittin in the front?" Riley demands.

"Shut up, Riley."

Meanwhile in the other taxi, Caesar sits in the front with Tyrone behind him. "Where am I taking you, monsieur?"

"Just follow that cab, please," he asks referring to the taxi the others in. The driver revs the engine before following. Caesar glances back at his son who stares out the window, watching the tall buildings they pass.

"You alright, Ty?"

"I'm good thanks, pop."

Caesar nods before looking back at the front. His phone rings and he picks up. "Hello?"

"Hey love!"

Caesar grins. "Hey, baby."

"That mom?" Tyrone speaks up before his father shushes him.

"How you doin?" Caesar leans back in his seat, elated to hear his wife's voice.
"Great actually! I'm back from London."

"...in Brooklyn?"

"Mhm! I thought you'd be back by now actually. Having too much fun in Chicago?"

She don't know? "Baby...um, were actually..."

"Hm?"

"...having lots of fun. Don't worry about it."

"Actually, I was thinking I could come--"

"No! I mean!....nobody will be there to watch the house, you know, and ain't you enjoying your alone time? Just go to the spa, go out with your girls. We'll be back, aight?"

There's a pause, then a sigh. "Fine. I miss you though, and my baby. Where he at?"

"Right here, hold on..." Caesar hands Tyrone the phone.

"Hey ma."

"Hey baby! You enjoying yourself?"

"Yeah...." No.

After their conversation he cuts and gives Caesar the phone back. "How come you didn't tell her?"

Caesar sighs. "I just don't want her stressing about something a thousand miles away, I'll tell her though, just not...now."

Tyrone looks at him for a moment and shrugs. "Whatever you say, pop."

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"Thanks, Pierre, but its not necessary, really."

"No no! I insist."

"I don't want to take it."

"But you will need it, oui? Please, a gift from me to you, so you can at least find a place to rest until your people come."