ince they were kids on the streets on the south side of Chicago, they seemed to be meant to be a trio. It didn't start out that way. They were in different street gangs by the time they were in their teens. They engaged each other many times during their teen years. Some of the experiences involved gang fights, shootings, and brawls.
The trio were Anthony, a muscular white kid, Jaylen, a tall, black kid, and Diego, a hispanic. After the battles for turf on the streets and neighborhoods raged on the three rival gang members found themselves being pulled in the same directions. By the time they were in their middle teens all were "buds." They had moved to a different part of the city, and hung out together.
Their gang days were over, but not their criminal days. In fact they made the most of robbery, strong arming people, and stealing cars. They were damn good at what they did. They all had been pulled in by the cops, many times, for questioning. But nothing ever stuck to them. Part of it was no one would identify any of them. Anthony was very intimitating. Diego had beat up, or broken many a victim's bones. Jaylen would pull a knife on anybody, or find a relative to threaten. They were a trio on the very rough side.
Finally the trio decided to find better places to hang out in. They moved out to more the next level of suburbs from Chicago. They fit in when they found the "correct" side of the tracks in the suburban town. The other side of the tracks was where the "white people" lived. Their robberies started up again. Mostly in the black section of town, but several wher the white folks lived.
Anthony, now 22, had a body made of steel, 5 foot 10, with a tattooed upper body, with a shaved bald head. Jaylen, now 6 foot 2, and wore his hair in corn rows. His cock size matched his height! Diego turned more into the transportation guy. He loved cars and stealing them.
After a few months the trio decided to step up their criminal activity. They decided to rob the local bank. They actually planned it out, did some dry runs. They weren't as dumb as they might appear. They all felt ready to pull off their first bank caper.
They choose a thursday afternoon, a little after 2 PM. Diego was to be the driver, dropping them off and waiting for them. Both Anthony and Jaylen had hoodie sweatshirts on, and could pull up their undershirts to cover their mouths. They were both armed with handguns and knives that they always carried on them.
There were very few customers in the babk at that hour. As Jaylen stayed by the middle of the bank, Anthony approached a teller and revealed his gun and his demand of cash, small bills.
The cash was quickly put in the bag Anthony had in hand. Jaylen displayed his weapon freezing all the other employees. It seemed to be going well. Jaylen told everyone to get down on the floor and count to a thousand.
As the two newly crowned bank robbers hit the door they heard sirens coming from outside and inside. First a silent alarm had been hit inside the bank alerting the police, and a second as they left!
Diego absolutely hit his panic button and sped off leaving his lifelong buddies to fend for themselves! The two saw his car speeding away, they were left behind.
"Asshole," Anthony spit out at Diego, the word drifting away in the breeze. The two bank robbers took out running. It was the only choice they had. Maybe they should have split up, they didn't.
They kept running, between buildings, alleys, over guardrails, over a fence. They never looked behind them, Anthony waiting for a bullet to hit him in the back. They weren't sure how long they ran, or even where they were. It was terrifying, even for lifelong criminals.
About out of breath, the two caught a break. They saw a man walking towards one of several cars in a parking lot. No one else was around, Anthony and Jaylen gave him a few more steps before attacking him. They were about to carjack him.
Rich Connors wasn't prepared, or even knew how to defend himself. He was quickly shoved inside his own car, roughly. He was forced into the drivers seat, his wallet taken by Jaylen. Anthony, his gun trained on Rich, sat next to him. Jaylen settled in the backseat.
"Drive us to your house, no fucking up, or you are a dead man! Got it?" Anthony told him.
Jaylen found his drivers license and read the address to Anthony. Sirens could be heard in the distance, as Rich drove out of the parking lot.
"How far to your house?" Anthony asked.
Rich swallowed hard, "about 20 minutes," was his answer.
"Then nice and easy, and no trouble, or you won't get home alive."
Rich drove, his eyes alert for anything. His heart was pumping.
They had gotten about 3 blocks, and it seemed to Anthony maybe the cops weren't following. Maybe they had pulled this off. but they needed to find a place to lay low, and a vehicle for the next day. A tall task, since Diego had split, ditched them, "the motherfucker!"
The attention turned to Rich, "who is at your house? You lie to me and I will blow your head off and anyone else there!"
Rich said, "my wife and me, nobody else."
"She be there when we get there?"
"Ummm, she might....." Rich said, unsure of himself, worrying he'd said too much, yet corcerned he wouldn't say enough.
They were in a nice suburban neighborhood, and within 10 minutes Rich reluctanly pulled into his driveway with 2 unwelcomed guests. He noticed his wife's car was not home yet. He was semi relieved, yet horrified of them being in his house.
He raised the garage door with the opener, and drove inside. The three went inside Rich's house. Anthony and Jaylen hadn't been in a house this nice, mabe ever. The last one, close, was when they broke in and robbed the family of as much as they could.
They made Rich sit down and Jaylen held a gun on him as Anthony looked around the house. Rich's cell phone, in his pocket, went off. It was a text.
Jaylen took his phone and asked who Stephanie was?
Jaylen held up the text for Rich to read. It said, "honey, be late, school is on lockdown. Something about a manhunt in the area. Love ya!"
'She is my wife, she teaches at the school." Rich said, thinking he'd said too much already.
Jaylen shared the info with Anthony and they went about tying Rich up with nylon cord Anthony found in the garage. They told Rich they would be there all night, and without any trouble they'd leave soon enough. They put Rich on the floor face down, wrists tied behind his back, and ankles tied together,
"Any noise and you and your wife are dead meat." Jaylen told him.
The two intruders took turns watching out windows, front and back, while keeping track of Rich. He had no chance of escaping or warning Stephanie. He could only pray for the least violent outcome.
As Rich lay on the living room floor he thought of Stephanie. She was the love of his life. He was 42, she was 43. They had one child, a 20 year old daughter, Taylor. She was a junior in college.
His wife, Steph, as he, and her friends called her, stood 5 foot 7, had a slight build, and wore her brown hair cut short, mid ear, and short in the back. She used blonde highlights, and her bangs were that same color. Stephanie wore black framed glasses giving her the shy librarian look. She had big, expressive brown eyes! Steph was a runner, and her legs certainly showed the results. Her calves were slightly larger than most women's, yet they looked sexy. She had nice lean thighs. Stephanie always thought her butt was too large, but it wasn't, and many men looked a second time at her backsides!
As for Steph's chest, her comment said it best, "nothing to see here." She was wrong, but wearing so many loose fitting clothes it did appear she was "flat chested." Truth be told, or seen, she had a nice pair of breasts, the size of small Oranges..
Rich dreaded her coming home. He did not have a good feeling about these two. They had turned the TV on and Rich could hear about the manhunt going on, and the bank robbery. He knew these were the two. He also realized they were desperate.
About 30 minutes later Rich got a second text from Stephanie that she was on her way home. Jaylen read the text to Rich, and Anthony. Rich could sense the focus and apprehension in both of them without really seeing them. The tones of their voices and the seriousness of watching out the windows in all directions, seemed to indicate their desperation.
The only distraction they had was planning to "capture" Stephanie, tie her up, and be sure she understood the outcome if she wasn't quiet.
Rich said every prayer he knew, and then they all heard her car driving into the garage and the garage door closing. Anthony and Jaylen were on either side of the door coming in from the garage. Rich was now gagged, they could take no chances.
Stephanie was speaking, "hi honey, boy do I dislike lock downs, so......"
