Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  Someone, or some group, has been hitting this area pretty hard, committing a string of attacks. The police weren’t doing anything, so the local organization of business leaders got together and hired someone to try to do something about it. And that someone is me and Jake. Our first job fresh out of the joint. Our whole financial future is riding on this job.

  “You’re probably hard from all this action,” says Luke.

  I just smirk. Honestly, he might be right. There’s something about being back in the swing of things, with the adrenaline pumping. Being out of the joint, out free, speeding through the streets at night—this is one of the things that drew me to this kind of work. The adventure, the adrenaline, it’s all mixed together.

  “There!” shouts Luke. “See that car?”

  It’s off the distance. Luke has a good set of eyes on him. It’s just a little twinkle right now, barely visible through our windshield, about six blocks down.

  I step on it, but the car’s already moving as fast as it can.

  But we’re approaching it.

  “It’s got to be it!” shouts Luke.

  “Not so sure,” I say. “Could be anyone…”

  “That’s them! I know it.”

  Luke has a weird way of being right about these things. He’s got good instincts about stuff like this.

  We rush towards the light, passing blocks and blocks of the dead empty city space.

  “Good to be back on the chase, eh?” says Luke.

  I nod my head stoically.

  I put my hand on my hip where my gun is inside its holster. The gun makes me feel better, but either one of us is going to be in a hell a lot of trouble if we use either of our guns.

  Luke carry’s a big six-shooter pistol, a huge caliber, meaning the bullets are massive, with a ton of force behind them. He can stop almost anything with that gun, but he’s only got six shots, and it’s not nearly as fast as my automatic gun, which doesn’t even have a safety. I’ve got twenty shots, although the caliber and power is smaller than Luke’s crazy old cowboy gun.

  We’re on the block now.

  “They’re stopped!” shouts Luke as we rush at their headlights. “Did you see them? They took someone from the street?”

  “A kidnapping?” I say. “That’s probable cause, right?”

  “For us, at least,” says Luke, laughing.

  We’re not law enforcement officials. We don’t work within the normal legal boundaries of probable cause, warrants, and all that. We just do what we have to do, and we try to stay enough on the right side of the law so that we don’t get put behind bars again. That’s the mistake we made last time…

  This time will be different, hopefully.

  The car is rushing up toward us in the windshield. I slam on the brakes in order not to slam into them.

  But just as I hit the brakes, they start burning rubber and rush off, their engine roaring in the cold, silent city night.

  “Shit,” I yell out.

  Luke’s silent in the passenger seat.

  I’m on the accelerator again, and this old cop car’s got enough pickup to get going after them pretty good. But not quite enough.

  There’s no way we’re going to catch them.

  We’re both silent in the car, grim determination overtaking us. I know Luke is thinking exactly the same thing I am. We don’t care about the job at this point. We just need to get whoever it was they took in that car, and we need to get them to safety. One woman has already been kidnapped from this area and she’s disappeared without a single trace. They haven’t been able to find anything about her. Who the hell knows where she’s ended up. She could be halfway to Asia now in some horrible sex ring. Or she could be dead, at the bottom of a river, after being used in some horrible way. We have a chance now to prevent that very same thing from happening, and possibly put a stop to it. And we’re willing to do whatever it takes to make sure that happens, whether or not it means me and Luke are going to end up behind bars again—what happens to us isn’t nearly as important as what happens to the women here, the ones who are in danger, who need our help. If we have to break a few laws to get things done, well that’s just the way it is, and we’ll accept the consequences when and if they come our way.

  “They’re stopping again!” shouts Luke.

  He’s right. They’re already half a block in front of us, but they seem to be stopping again, apparently unaware that we’re chasing them, even though our engine is roaring and my headlights are on, since I figured they already saw us.

  “This is our chance!”

  “No shit,” says Luke.

  I slam on the brakes again, but I don’t hit them too hard. Instead, I let our car hit theirs, in order to destroy their chance for another getaway. Hopefully the impact will distract them momentarily, and possibly damage their car so they won’t be able to leave.

  After all, this old hunk of a cop car is a big heavy pile of metal and it can do some heavy damage.

  “Ready for impact!” I yell out, and a couple brief flashbacks of our military experience flash before my eyes. This is good military procedure, warning your colleagues of impacts, even if they’re already aware of them.

  Hopefully whoever these gangsters have kidnapped isn’t too hurt by the impact.

  Our car collides with theirs, hitting them from behind.

  The impact is stronger than I was expecting.

  Luke and I are thrown forward, the seat belts restraining us but I still slam into the steering wheel. The airbags don’t deploy, but, hell, it was a cheap car anyway.

  I’m bleeding from my head, and my arm is hurt, but I’m still functional. I take a quick glance to assess his injuries. His nose is bloody but he looks alright.

  He’s already halfway out of the car. My seatbelt is jammed, so I grab my knife from my pocket and slice through the belt, freeing myself. A second later, I’m out the door.

  The other downside to this plan… if they can’t get away, they’re going to fight, and we don’t know how many of them there are. But we’ve got to do what we’ve got to do.

  There’s yelling from the other car that we slammed into.

  I make a quick assessment of our vehicle. It’s badly damaged, but if we need an escape car, it might still function.

  My military instincts are in full gear right now. My mind is moving a mile a second, rapid thought after rapid thought, analyzing the situation and the possibilities. There’s no time for emotions, for fear, for second guessing.

  The sound of a gunshot blasts through the night.

  A bullet ricochets off our car.

  I look at Luke, but he’s OK. His massive hulking pistol is drawn, its metal shining in the night.

  Two masked figures are crouching behind the opened car doors of the gangsters’ sports car. They’re wearing black ski masks and they have guns. There’s a passed out figure in the back, likely the kidnapped victim.

  If we have to shoot them dead, that’s what we’re going to have to do, but it’s going to send us into a world of legal trouble. We’re not even supposed to be carrying these guns.

  “Luke!” I cry out, because at the last second I suddenly see a figure behind him, raising a pistol towards Luke’s head, ready to pistol whip him unconscious. Why he didn’t just shoot Luke I don’t know.

  Luke spins around, with lightning fast reflexes, and grabs the guy’s wrist and holds it there.

  The other gangsters don’t seem to want to fire much. Instead, they rush over, ready to help their companion. Maybe because they can’t get a good shot.

  I take a look at the situation quickly, and figure Luke can handle three guys. Hell, why shouldn’t he be able to?

  What I’ve got to do is get the girl they kidnapped.

  I rush over to their car, keeping behind our car so they can’t see me too good, and find her passed out in the back seat, stretched out.

  I grab her and drag her out to the street.

  Luke’s fighting with the three guys at once.r />
  The sound of steel… a knife being drawn.

  The butt of a pistol slams into Luke’s rib cage. He grunts but takes the hit well.

  Suddenly, the sound of sirens explodes through the night.

  The gangsters whisper frantically. “The cops,” is all I hear them say.

  They’re off in a second, sprinting over to their own car. They speed off into the night, their tires squealing on the pavement, the smell of burned rubber filling the air.

  “You good to drive?” I call out to Luke, who’s pretty beat up. But I’ve seen him function with much worse injuries.

  I grab the girl and fireman carry her into the car, where I prop her up in the backseat. I sit next to her, and hold her to keep her from falling over.

  “We’ve got to get out of here, man, before the fucking cops show up!” I yell at Luke, who’s trying to manage to get the car into gear again.

  “Don’t you think I fucking know that?” yells Luke, turning around, red in the face, but still military-style calm. That doesn’t really mean, “calm.” It just means still able to function, despite the stress. “If they show up, it’s going to look like we’re the ones kidnapping her.”

  “Fucking car is shot,” I say. “We’re going to have to go on foot.”

  The car’s gears are grinding horribly. I expect the engine to start smoking any moment, with the horrible sound it’s making, from the damages sustained during the crash.

  But suddenly, the car lurches forward and we’re off.

  “There’s an alley up ahead!”

  “I’ve got the city map memorized as well as you do,” says Luke, from the front, flicking on the police radio at the same time.

  “We’re headed north on Chester,” crackles the cop radio.

  “Gun shots heard. Moving in to intercept them on Locust…”

  “We can evade them,” says Luke. “If we head east.”

  “Just fucking drive,” I say. “I don’t need a play by play.”

  In truth, I’ve got plenty of work to do back here, as Luke pilots the car through a tight alley at top speed, knocking over a few trashcans. Good thing we’re both highly skilled drivers with military training.

  I’m checking the girl over for injuries, examining her for markings where a drug might have been injected. If they knocked her out with heroin, or something worse, we might not have time to get an antidote into her.

  But she looks clean. She probably just fainted from fright.

  Suddenly, it hits me. My system calms down enough, now that I know she’s not in immediate danger, and I can see what I see now.

  She’s beautiful.

  She must be about nineteen or twenty years old. She has long hair, and an amazing body. Simply amazing.

  She’s hot, but not just hot, like the hottest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. And she’s right here in my arms.

  Whoever she is, she’s wearing what looks like a t-shirt for a bar. Maybe she’s a bartender.

  Her beauty simply overtakes me, and I feel my cock rising in my pants, threatening to burst through the fly and erupt proud and naked into the world.

  Luke

  “What should we do with her?”

  “Well, we can’t take her to the cops. How are we going to explain this? Our appearances? You’re looking pretty beat up.”

  “Hey, you’re not looking so hot yourself.”

  I drive the old car back to our place, and we carry her inside.

  We lay her down on the couch, which is somewhat crummy. We haven’t had time or money to redecorate yet, to say the least. The whole apartment is set up more like a cheap battle station or something, or more like one of those hideout apartments that the undercover cops use when they’re on really tough undercover cases.

  “She’s OK?” I say.

  Jake nods. “She’s going to be fine. There weren’t any marks. Doesn’t look like she’s been hurt. Probably just fainted.”

  “What happened?” she says, suddenly waking up, sitting up somewhat violently and turning and looking all around her frantically. “Where am I? Where have you taken me?

  “It’s OK,” I say, trying to use a soothing voice. But our battered appearances and our blood stained clothes aren’t doing us any favors right now.

  “You can’t just do this!” she says. “You can’t just kidnap me!”

  “We didn’t kidnap you, honey,” says Jake.

  “Then what the hell do you call this?” she says, looking at us, and looking at our apartment. “Where have you taken me?”

  Damn, is she hot, especially now that she’s fired up like this. She’s incredible. Her breasts call to me. Her body calls to me. She has all the right curves in all the right places. I can see that Jake’s digging her too, digging her look, her body, her demeanor. We’ve shared a lot of women together, and we can read each other’s desires easily. I know he’s into her just as much as I am.

  “Hey, honey,” says Jake. “Look at yourself. You’re not tied up. We’re not pointing guns at you.”

  “But you brought me here!” she says.

  “Here,” I say, getting her a glass of water and handing it to her. She takes it suspiciously, as if it’s full of poison or some drug. “Now I know this seems weird and strange. I can understand that. But we’ll tell you what happened.”

  Jake and I start to explain to her the whole story, how we’re on contract with the business organization, how we got the call and the alert, and how we saw her being kidnapped. We tell her how we followed her.

  At first, she doesn’t seem to believe us. Towards the middle of the story, she still seems a little skeptical, but by the end, I can tell she believes us. That doesn’t mean she totally trusts us, but she knows we weren’t the ones who kidnapped her.

  The only thing I leave out is the nature of our work, and how we’re fresh out of prison. Somehow I don’t think that would make her sit any more easy.

  “Yeah,” she says, seeming to become a little more alert after her fainting spell, and the ordeal. “That makes sense, really. Those guys seemed different. Even though they were wearing masks, their bodies were just… different, cruder.”

  I can feel her eyes on me, and on my chest, where my tightish t-shirt happens to be torn, although I don’t know how that happened.

  I watch as her eyes follow Jake as he moves around, pacing back and forth in the apartment. I see her staring at his chest, and his ass, and even his crotch.

  Jake catches her looking at him, and she looks down, averting her eyes and blushing.

  Jake flashes me a look, grinning.

  I wink back at him.

  But at the same time, I don’t want to take advantage of her. She’s been through a lot.

  “Well,” I say. “I’d offer to drive you home, but I’m not sure how well our car’s going to hold up. I’m surprised it made it back here. Sorry to just take you here, but we didn’t know where to take you…”

  “No,” she says, blushing again, and finally looking up at us. “Thanks so much for everything… I understand about the car.”

  “We can call you a cab,” says Jake eagerly. “Or walk you back. Where do you live?”

  She gives us her address, which is far out of town, in an equally as bad neighborhood as the one we found her in, where she works at the bar.

  She tells us a little about herself, while we figure out what to do about getting her home.

  Daylight is already breaking outside, and all of us could use some sleep, but she could especially, since she works long shifts at the bar. She tells us she’s only nineteen, and Jake and I exchange a look when she says that.

  She thanks us over and over again, the more the time passes. But it’s clear she’s getting exhausted.

  “Um…” she says, obviously uncertain of how to proceed. “Would you guys mind if… I don’t know, if I crashed here tonight? I just don’t think I’m going to feel safe at my place, and honestly I’m about to pass out. I could just sleep here on the couch… I won’t bot
her you.”

  “Of course!” we say together.

  “But why don’t you take my bed?” says Jake, a glint in his eyes.

  “Oh, I couldn’t…” she says.

  “Come on,” I say. “It’s fine…”

  Jake and I are about to get up to help her to his bed, but before we can, she’s fallen fast asleep on the couch, curled up and looking sexy as hell in her tight bar t-shirt, and her tight black jeans. She’s still got her shoes on, but it’s not like we’re worried about the upholstery or anything like that.

  “Dude, she’s perfect,” says Jake, in a hushed whisper as we head into the kitchen to brew some coffee.

  “You don’t need to tell me,” I say.

  “She trusts us, too,” says Jake.

  “Well, she’s feeling more comfortable with us, that’s for sure,” I say. “She no longer thinks we kidnapped her. That’s a start, I guess…”

  “She’s perfect,” says Jake again. “I’ve never seen anyone like her. You think…?”

  “Let’s see how it goes,” I say. “But shit, my cock’s hard just thinking about her.”

  “Same for me,” says Jake, and I look down and sure enough, there’s a massive tent in his pants.

  We’re pretty comfortable around each other, since, after all, we’ve slept with more women together than either of us can count.

  “We’ve got work to do,” I say.

  “Tell me about it,” says Jake. “We’ve got to figure out who the hell those guys were.”

  “This is good, though,” I say. “We’ve got the lead we were looking for.”

  “I just hope it doesn’t land us back in jail.”

  “We’re doing the right thing,” I say. “We’re helping these people out… And we’re going to be making some money, some much needed money for ourselves.”

  “I’m all for doing the work…” says Jake. “I mean, you know me…”

  I laugh. “I do know you,” I say. “You don’t need to tell me you need to go jack off before you can concentrate.”

  “I mean, damn, she’s incredible, isn’t she?”