Alec and his companion drove in silence, the Floridian sunset like a smile streaking across the sky, approving of what they had just done. It had taken months of planning, an inside man, and help from a few shady figures from Alec's past, but Alec Jordan was pleased with the results. The ex-con had $7.6 million in cash give or take and five hostages trussed up in the back of his nondescript white van. Somewhere, several hundred miles back, lay a bank in flames and plenty of misleading evidence to make the police think that everyone had died in the blast.
The rugged-looking bank robber stared straight ahead, the boredom of the asphalt flying by still not enough to dampen the exultation he felt inside. 'Not bad. I've come a long way,' he mused. This had been his retirement plan. A damn good one, he thought with a wry grin.
"That was one hell of a heist." Alec glanced at the Latino man next to him. With a shaved head and eyes sharper than knives, Reese Martinez was a man who exuded the expectation of violence. His muscled physique matched Alec's own, but there was a restlessness to Reese that Alec lacked. He was the type of man, Alec decided, who any half-way intelligent man or woman could simply look at and realize 'This one's dangerous.' Yes, Reese was the poster boy for the archetype that people knew instinctively not to mess with...
"A heist for the history books. Amen to that Brother." They were not blood kin, but after what they'd accomplished together they might as well have been. Rare among criminals who didn't know each other that well, Alec and Reese naturally felt close, had that instinctive bond of trust.
"Now what?" Reese asked.
Alec's eyebrows went up. He gave his buddy a quizzical look. "Now we enjoy our retirement. Split evenly I think $3.8 million will buy us some decent digs, am I right? New identities are already arranged for, as far as documentation goes. Island real estate within our price range, and beyond American extradition I might add. I like our chances," Alec finished.
Reese returned him a dubious glare, jerking his thumb backward. "That may be true compadre, but what I MEANT was what do you plan to do with our unwanted cargo?" He was referring of course to the four female bank tellers and the one male bank manager they had kidnapped in making their escape. Alec hadn't forgotten about them, but he had momentarily pushed them from his mind in the wake of their success. Now the bank robbers shared a pair of frowns.
"Did you have a suggestion?" The van lurched into a pothole. Alec cursed. Reese let out a grim chuckle.
"As a matter of fact, Si, my friend. I would like to have fun with the ladies."
Alec knew what that 'fun' probably entailed, and his cock grew hard in his pants at the very thought. They had a safe house set up, the exit was coming up soon, and it was far enough away from civilization that no one would bother them. A good place to have 'fun' if ever there was one.
"And then?" Alec prodded. "What happens after we've had our 'fun'?"
Reese shrugged, his eyes calculating. "We cross that bridge when we get there, white boy. You know the plan though. We get rid of them."
Alec felt a stab of unease. The thought of killing didn't normally faze him, but that was when it came to hardened criminals or cops. He quickly shoved the discomfort aside and instead thought of the four beautiful women they had trussed up in their underwear in the back of the van. He still recalled the name tags on each girl's blouse.
Erika. Celeste. Giselle. Nikki. All four were brunettes, which was Alec's type. He couldn't remember the man's name.
"How are we doing this? You want to divide them up? Or share them?" Alec pulled over to the left lane to pass a semi-truck laboring on the right. After the heavy drone of the truck's engines fell away, Reese grinned, showing one of his gold teeth.
"I'm a sharing kind of guy, brother. I AM curious though. You got any preference? Me personally, I can't wait to get my hands on that short, big-titted girl with the long curly black hair. Mmm. Her pussy's a peach just waiting to be plucked."
"You're talking about Nikki."
"Yeah, white boy. Whatever. Their names aren't important. Their sexy pussies and asses are all I care about."
Alec snorted at his friend's ruthlessness. He was meanwhile already imagining the tall, fair-skinned brunette with the long hair and slender build, her breasts bulging in her pink lace bra. Erika's eyes were a vivid emerald green, and her smooth skin had a slight tan that made it seem more precious than the finest alabaster. The girl was sexy enough to be on the cover of any fashion magazine in the world, and Alec had her tied up in the back of his van, soon to be his play-thing for a long, delicious evening.
Alec almost swore as his cock went rock-hard, uncomfortably so as the erection strained against the crotch of his slacks.
"The one in the pink panty and bra is mine," he growled. Oh yes, THAT much was definitely final.
Reese gave his companion a friendly squeeze on the shoulder. "As you wish. This is a night we won't forget, white boy.
And the sun began to slip below the horizon leaving a smudge of crimson that looked eerily like blood.
*****
Their 'safe house' was a two-story dilapidated home, the paint peeling on the outside and the gutters sprouting weeds. They parked the van in the spacious garage and then methodically made sure that they were ready to move their captives. Each of the bank employees had been stripped, wrists bound behind each one's back, ankles tied tightly, mouths gagged, and with a length of rope connecting their wrists to hooks in the van's ceiling so that they had been forced to stand for the duration of the drive.
