Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  “Yes, boss,” says someone, and a couple people drag me down to the basement where they tie me up to something. My back is against a big metal pole but I can’t figure out how they tied me exactly. Not that it would do me any good even if I knew, because my feet as well as my hands are zip-tied together and there’s no hope for me to even move.

  “Don’t try to escape,” says one of them in a gruff voice to me.

  I nod my head as best I can and try to say, “OK,” but my mouth is still gagged.

  I listen to their heavy footsteps as they walk up the basement stairs and then I hear a heavy door slamming behind them.

  I’m all alone down here. Honestly, I wish they had put a gangster guard down here with me. Even talking to someone who is nasty and mean would be an improvement over being down here by myself.

  I’m sure that the lights are off because even though I have this blindfold on, I can’t see even the lightest trace of light or brightness through the blindfold fabric.

  OK, now I’m really starting to panic.

  There are some noises upstairs. It feels as if my hearing has become a lot better—after all, my main sense, my sight, has been completely eliminated.

  There are people thumping around, heavy footsteps… There’s some occasional shouting. I figure that this is just regular gang activity.

  I’m still scared. My heart is beating so fast that it feels like it’s going to jump right out of my chest.

  Just don’t have a panic attack right now, I tell myself.

  Of course, if you’re someone who’s ever had a panic attack, you’ll know that this is a surefire way to give yourself a panic attack.

  I feel like I’m going to faint, and I suddenly think that I might suffocate to death—what if I can’t breathe through my nose? What would happen? There isn’t much air coming through my mouth because of the bandanna gag.

  I start struggling wildly against the zip ties, thrashing around as much as I can. But all that happens is that I fall over on my side and lie there, completely unable to move. Apparently I’m tied like a dog to some big metal pole, so it allows a little movement. But like this on my side, I can’t do anything.

  These bastards, I think to myself. They won’t get away with this.

  Well, they already have, in a way.

  If Colton and Zach somehow know where to find me, what good are they against a gang like this? And I know for a fact that the police aren’t going to do anything unless there’s already good evidence against the gang. The problem, though, since the gang has come to town, according to the rumors, is that everyone is too scared to say anything. Everyone is too scared to denounce them to the police, so in the end the police have absolutely no evidence that it’s any sort of gang at all or have done anything remotely illegal or wrong.

  I’m definitely having a panic attack now, lying on my side. The words my mom was yelling at me rush through my head. Colton and Zach don’t care about me at all! I think this over and over again.

  There are loud noises coming from above. There’s shouting. It’s more than normal. Somehow, the shouting calms me down for a second and lets me think. This doesn’t sound like normal gang activity, does it? Maybe something’s going on.

  A little bit of hope flutters up from my heart. Maybe Colton and Zach have come to rescue me.

  I hear the door open to the cellar and heavy footsteps come down the stairs.

  “You’re going to want to come see this,” says the man with the scar on his face. His voice is unmistakable.

  He comes over to me and rips the blindfold off me but leaves the handkerchief in my mouth.

  “You asshole! You bastard!” I try shouting at him, but it’s no use. My words are muffled.

  “That’s cute,” he says, chuckling at me in a very nasty way. “You’re going to want to come see this.”

  He drags me to my feet and marches me up the stairs. I can barely move but he helps me hop along, my feet still bound together. I fall down two or three times and finally he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, marching me up the stairs. He’s quite strong for a skinny guy.

  His body feels disgusting and cold against me. He’s like a reptile, I think to myself.

  “Your friends have come to rescue you,” he says, carefully sneering his words. “But it’s not going to work! I want to see them fail you. I enjoy that sort of thing.”

  I try to scream out for help, so that Colton and Zach will know I’m here. I want to tell them so many things. I want to tell them I love them. I want to tell them it’s a trap. I want to tell them not to bother with me, to leave me here, and to save themselves.

  But it’s too late.

  Colton’s voice comes from the outside of the building, sounding almost inhumanly loud.

  He’s so strong, I think to myself. Even his voice sounds strong. He can do this. He can do anything he wants. But where’s Zach?

  Someone shoves me up against the back wall, and I watch as the gang members crowd around the window to get a look at Colton. They all draw out wicked looking guns and point them out the window.

  I can see between two of the gang members heads, through this tiny little gap, and I can see Colton standing tall in the yard. I can see him clearly in the moonlight.

  But so can the gang members. They have their guns trained on him.

  Colton looks a little strange somehow. But I don’t know exactly what it is. Then again, maybe it’s just my nerves. My heart still feels like it might burst through my chest at any moment, and I’m still wondering if I’m going to urinate on myself out of fear. I don’t seem to have done it yet, but who knows.

  “Let her go!” screams Colton, his voice loud and booming.

  Where the hell is Zach? Did they have some kind of argument?

  That would be just like them, I think to myself. They may be best bros, old college roommates, but they can get on each other’s nerves once in a while. I hope Zach hasn’t packed it all in and headed back home, leaving Colton to face an entire gang by himself. But then again what would Zach do if he were here?

  For that matter, what the hell is Colton going to do?

  “What are you going to do?” shouts the gang leader, the guy with the scar on his face. “We outnumber you. Go home, Colton, and leave this town. Do it before you get hurt.”

  “Never!” shouts Colton, his voice sounding loud and echoing.

  He’s still standing in the exact same position. He doesn’t move an inch. Isn’t he scared? Doesn’t he know all the gang guns are trained on him? Doesn’t he need to reach for something? If not a gun, then just something? A phone? Anything at all.

  The rest of the yard is completely silent in the moonlight.

  The gang members are starting to cock their guns.

  “I’m not a cruel man,” shouts the gang leader. “Leave now or you’re dead, Colton. I don’t care if you’re famous. And I don’t care if you like to fuck women with your buddy. Where is he now, by the way? He didn’t want to stick around? Left you high and dry? We beat him up too bad?”

  All the gang members start chuckling.

  That asshole! I think to myself. What a fucking slime ball. But, still, he’s echoing my own concerns. Where is Zach?

  “I’m not leaving,” shouts Colton.

  “Let’s just toast this asshole,” says the gang leader, so that Colton can’t hear but his gang members can. “I’m getting tired of this little dance.”

  “No!” I try to scream, but there’s still the handkerchief gagging me. No! Fuck! They can’t kill Colton. Not like this!

  I struggle violently against my bindings, but it’s no use.

  The guns go off. All of the gang members open fire. The leader with the scar is right there with everyone else. I have a clear view of his back. He fires once, twice, thrice. Again and again. They all open fire. With pistols and with submachine guns.

  I watch in horror as Colton takes bullet after bullet. He’s getting torn to bits. Pieces of him are literally tearing off
and flying all over the yard.

  This is the worst thing I’ve ever seen. My body and brain go into a state of shock, where I can’t even think.

  I can’t even react.

  My vision is getting blurry. Something doesn’t feel right.

  I’m still alive myself.

  But Colton’s dead.

  The world is crashing around me.

  The gang guys are staring at Colton, laughing hysterically, still unloading their guns, loosening round after round of ammunition.

  I can’t believe he’s dead!

  Someone taps me on the shoulder.

  I’m no longer tied to anything. This snaps me out of my horror and I spin around out of surprise. I must still be in surprise because everything feels like it’s not real at all.

  It’s Zach.

  Zach.

  I must be hallucinating or something. How could Zach be here, inside the gangster’s hide out?

  “Shhh,” whispers Zach, putting his finger to his lips.

  Is this really happening? Am I hallucinating?

  Zach picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. But it doesn’t feel at all like when the gang leader threw me over his shoulder. Zach’s body isn’t reptilian at all. It’s warm. His muscles are hard and strong. He picks me up easily.

  There’s a back door and Zach kicks it open and we rush through it. Now he switches positions and holds me like a groom holds his bride on his wedding night. He holds me as if he’s ready to throw me onto the bed on our wedding night.

  Zach runs around behind a shed on the property. The full moon lights everything up. Shadows are all over. I still don’t know what’s going on. None of this feels real. How could this possibly be happening?

  Zach takes the bandana out of my mouth.

  “Colton!” is the first thing I say. I speak wildly. “They shot Colton!” I say. I start crying. Or I’ve been crying. I’m not sure.

  “Shhh,” says Zach, in a soothing voice. “It’s going to be OK. Everything’s going to be OK.”

  “How can you say that?” I say, getting angry. “He’s dead. He’s gone. Don’t you understand?”

  “I’m not dead,” says Colton, stepping into the light from the shadows.

  I almost faint. I swear I almost faint.

  “Colton!” I say.

  “Shhh,” says Colton, coming over and hugging me.

  Zach hugs me at the same time.

  When they release me, Zach has undone my bindings. I’m completely free.

  I’m still crying, but I’m not sure whether they’re tears of joy or tears of fear.

  “I saw you die!” I say. “I saw them shoot you.”

  “That was Zach’s idea,” says Colton, smiling at me.

  “What was it?” I say. “It wasn’t you?”

  They chuckle at me but they put their hands around me to comfort me.

  “It was a cardboard cut out of Colton,” says Zach. “We found it at the hardware store.”

  “You’ve got to remember that we’re pretty famous,” says Colton, chuckling at this.

  “I know!” I say.

  But in truth, they’re so much more to me than famous people. I do forget they’re famous, and I’ve forgotten about the cardboard cut outs of them that I’ve seen in New York City. I’ve forgotten that I’ve seen their faces on buses and on billboards.

  “This is the fun part,” says Colton, nudging Zach.

  Both of them look up and I follow their gaze.

  “Come on,” says Colton, and Zach and I follow him.

  I feel weak and they both help me along, walking me around the side of the property, where we’re safe from the gun fire.

  Colton

  Aly’s pretty dazed and shocked, but that’s understandable after all that she’s been through. Kidnapping is quite an ordeal.

  Zach and I stand on either side of her, supporting her and helping her stand up.

  The sheriff and his men have surrounded the property. The sheriff stands on the lawn with his megaphone. He’s behind his car, which is parked up on the lawn.

  This was all planned out like a football play. Zach and I cooked up the plan together and then went to the sheriff to explain it to him. It took a little convincing, but in the end, he agreed.

  You see, the sheriff wasn’t able to do anything. He wasn’t able to move against the gang because he had no evidence of their criminal activity. Everyone in town was terrified of the gang and their potential for violence, so they were too scared to denounce them to the sheriff or to anybody. So without any evidence, the sheriff couldn’t get a warrant.

  So what we did was put the cardboard cutout of me on the lawn and the gang all shot at it. That’s homicidal intent for sure.

  The cardboard cut out lies in pieces on the lawn. It’s been completely blasted apart by hundreds and hundreds of bullets, many of them high caliber.

  The sheriff looks over at me and Zach and I wink at him.

  Now he has his evidence. He’s caught the gang shooting at “me” red handed. They’ve got nowhere to run now.

  “You’ve got nowhere to run now,” says the sheriff, his voice booming through the megaphone. “We’ve got the whole place surrounded. You are under arrest for attempted murder. Come out with your hands over your heads.”

  There are a couple tense minutes where there’s no sound coming from the house and everyone is wondering the same thing: will the gang come out peacefully with their hands up, or will they come out guns blazing? Will this be a dangerous firefight?

  The three of us, Zach, Aly, and I, are close enough to watch, but far enough away that we’ll be out of the range of the bullets. If need be, we can duck behind a cop car, or run back to the shed where it’s safe.

  Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the gang come out. They come out with their hands high above their heads. No guns are visible.

  The police move in like the professionals that they are and handcuff them all one by one.

  “This isn’t the last of me,” says the scar faced man as he’s loaded into a cop car. He spits in my direction but the spit doesn’t touch me.

  “Surprised to see me alive?” I say.

  He just stares daggers at me.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I say. “You’re going to be imprisoned for a long, long time.”

  “That’s right,” say the sheriff happily. “Now our town is safe again. Thanks to you, Colton and Zach. Frankly, I don’t give a damn about what you three get up to in the privacy of your own home. You’re always welcome in this town, if you ask me.”

  “Thanks, Sheriff,” we all say in unison.

  “I think we’d better get this one home,” says Zach.

  I nod my head. “She needs some rest. How you feeling, Aly?”

  “Fine,” says Aly, still appearing a little shaken from the incident, which is entirely understandable.

  Zach and I walk her to the truck and help her get in the middle so that she can rest between us, on our shoulders.

  “I’m so sorry you were abducted like that,” says Colton. “We were planning on attacking the gang’s headquarters. We just didn’t expect them to move that fast.”

  “How did you know I was there?” says Aly.

  “They sent us a message,” says Zach.

  “Well you two came up with a pretty good plan,” says Aly. “I just wish I had known that that wasn’t really you getting blown to bits in the yard, Colton. Although, looking back on it, it did look a little strange. But I guess the almost full moon makes things look a little strange—maybe that’s part of the reason those gang guys thought it was really you.”

  I shrug my shoulders.

  “Let’s get you something to eat,” I say.

  “Yeah,” says Zach. “I’m starving.”

  “Not you,” I say, laughing. “I was talking about Aly.”

  “Oh,” says Zach. “Of course. I just meant I wouldn’t pass up a good meal either.”

  “Sure,” I say. “But me neither.”r />
  We drive over to the 24-hour diner and order huge plates of food. After a few plates of bacon, hash browns, eggs, and steak, as well as innumerable cups of coffee, Aly is feeling a lot better. She’s talking animatedly about what happened and congratulating us on being so clever.

  “Either way,” I say. “You were the one who had to be really brave. I wouldn’t have wanted to be in your situation, kidnapped like that.”

  “Me neither,” says Zach, shaking his head.

  “Well,” I say. “One problem down. Just a couple more to go.”

  Zach laughs.

  “My dad’s hardware store will be fine. But who knows if they’ll ever want to speak to me again.”

  “I’m sure they’ll come around,” says Zach, taking a sip of his coffee.

  “What happened?” says Aly.

  I tell her about how upset they were that the three of us are dating.

  “My mom was really upset too,” says Aly.

  “Yeah,” I say, nodding my head. “You told me about part of it on the phone.”

  “Well,” says Aly, putting down her coffee. “Now that that’s all over, and now that I feel better, I think we better get down to the real business of the night.”

  Zach and I exchange glances, raising our eyebrows.

  “And what would that be?” we say together in unison.

  “Sex,” says Aly simply, and we all explode in laughter.

  Zach and I split the bill and we head back to the pickup, and we start driving to the hotel.

  “You know,” says Aly. “There’s really nothing like getting rescued by your two boyfriends… it really turns a woman on.”

  “I can see that,” says Zach, his hands already on her breasts, feeling her hard nipples that are visible underneath her tight shirt, threating to poke through it.

  “So we’re your boyfriends now?” I say, probably sounding very pleased.

  “Well what else would you call it?” says Aly.

  “I’d say boyfriends sounds about right,” say Zach and I at exactly the same time.

  “Boyfriends it is then,” says Aly, fumbling around with Zach’s hard bulge.

  We get to the hotel and we don’t waste any time getting into the room and throwing ourselves onto the beds… except there’s one problem. We still have the twin beds, so Zach and I just shove them together.