Bully, turned best friend, turned lover?! - A Greg Jenko Love Story

Arrests in the Park

When we eventually reached the bikers, they all carried on smoking, but instead stared us down too.

“Gentlemen,” started Greg.

“Pansies,” greeted a biker, making his friends laugh, and me roll my eyes.

Therefore commenced banter, during which Greg threatened to ‘ beat someone’s dick off’ which made even me raise my eyebrows in disbelief.

Then it seemed out of nowhere, as I had zoned out, when the bikers began running in all directions.

I decided to take on the Hispanic one.

“Shit!” I cursed at how fast he could run.

My arms were pumping and my heart was beating fast as I ran after the guy. The adrenaline was starting to kick in; this was my favourite part, really... the chase.

As he took a detour around a conifer and down a path, I knew how to intercept him.

Carrying on the way I was going, I ran over a gravel path, leading up to a pond. I knew for a fact that the only way through the conifers led to the pond and, although I knew I’d get wet, I knew what I had to do.

The pond was about twenty yards away.... fifteen... ten.... five.

I could hear a man’s footsteps somewhere to my right pounding against the ground, and I knew he was close.

Not a second later did the Hispanic man burst out of the conifer path, and turned around with a triumphant smirk on his face, which was soon wiped completely off his face.

“Oh shit!” he screamed as I rugby tackled him by the waist into the water.

As we were splashing around, people started to stare at the screaming and cursing.

In the water I somehow managed to get the guy on his back, so I could handcuff him.

Then I read the Miranda rights to him; “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand these rights I have just read to you?”

 He grumbled his agreement, and I hauled him up, going to try and find Greg and Morton.

In the distance, I saw Morton being pushed to the ground by a huge bearded biker.

Closer though, I saw Greg leap off a wall and tackle the principal biker.

Then he began saying something, which I assume were the Miranda rights, so I walked my guy up to him in triumph.

“Go, Greg!” I congratulated him, as I stepped over the wall with the Hispanic guy.

“Hey, you saw that?” he asked, smiling.

“Yup! Bet you didn’t see mine though,” I replied.

“No, but judging by the state of your clothes, I take it you tackled the guy into the pond?”

“Bingo!”

“Nice one!” he high-fived me.

Then Morton jogged up with no guy.

“We can still take these two in though,” he said, as if reading my mind.

Soon, the bromance continued and Greg and Morton were telling Greg’s guy to ‘suck their dicks’ as they practically rode the poor guy.

Then Morton took his gun and began shooting bullets in the air, causing all the bystanders to run, screaming and me to duck down to avoid being hit with any of them as they fell back to the ground.

Hauling their guy up, the two of them walked across the park with me following as we took the guys to the station.