Twice Bossed

Chapter 14

LUKE

And right then is when the door crashed in. Jordan and I reacted on impulse, shoving Sasha behind us and raising fists toward the chaos and smoke and splintered wood of the office door. Years of fighting - years of being on guard when we came up on the streets came rushing back, and we stood there shoulder-to-shoulder, with the girl we - well, the girl we cared more about than anything else in this world - protected behind us. “Afternoon, gentlemen.” The man standing at the front of the group of four other guys looked like a punk.

Not a cool punk, and not like a punk-rocker or anything, just a punk. A piece of shit. A rat like the kind we knew from growing up. The weasely, greasy kind that would sell out his own mother for a buck. His face was pallid, with dark, slick hair greased to one side, and a sick smile on his face. Oh, right, and a shotgun in his hands, pointed right at us. I felt my jaw tighten as I heard Jordan growl next to me. “The fuck do you want?” The man - Mark, apparently - grinned wickedly at us.

“Well shit, I thought it was pretty obvious.” The guys behind him cackled.“There’s money on-premise,” I growled at him. “Take it, leave our employees the fuck alone, and get out.” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, we’re actually going to do this my way, okay asshole?” Mark frowned at us. “What is it, casual fucking Friday?” He said, nodding at our bare chests, since we’d just managed to pull pants on before the shit had gone down. Suddenly, his eyes moved past us, before narrowing on Sasha, wearing only a pair of panties and my dress shirt as she hid behind us.

“Oh, you little fucking whore!” I could see red mist cloud my vision as I felt her clutch at my arm. “Get over here, bitch!” Mark snapped, pointing right past us to Sasha. “Not gonna fuckin happen,” Jordan snarled. Mark laughed. “Jesus Christ, what are you, fucking both your bosses?” “Look,” I growled. “Take the money, take your men, and get out. Easy- peasy, no mess.” Mark shook his head. “Yeah, no. I’ll be taking that cash, but looks like I’m also going to be taking back what’s mine, too.” “Oh fuck off, you asshole!” Sasha snapped from behind us.

Jordan and I both grinned at the fire in her words. Damn this girl had sass. “I’m not your’s, Mark.” “Yeah, well you will be.” Jordan roared and stepped forward, before Mark suddenly leveled the gun right at his chest. “That slut is mine now, gentlemen.” My fingernails dug into my palms hard enough to draw blood as I snarled and stepped forward, only to be met with four other gun barrels.“No!” Sasha was suddenly pushing past us, shaking her head, her eyes wild. “Mark, no! Don’t hurt them.” “Sasha!” I hissed. “Don’t-”

“If I go with you, will you let them be?” Her words were quiet, and I could see that little shitbag Mark slowly grin. “Deal,” he said with a horrible wink. “Money, and my girl back, and these two chumps live.” “Goddamnit-” Jordan started to shove forward, before Mark suddenly brought the end of the shotgun to bear right against his chest. “Jordan, please…” Sasha turned back, her face pleading and her eyes wide and wet. “Please don’t get yourself killed for me.” “You’re NOT leaving with this man, Sasha,” I heard myself saying, my voice sounding distant as the world blurred around me.

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening. We’d just found this girl - this girl that made us whole, and who made us feel again, and there was no fucking way I was going to let this asshole take her away from us. Because Goddamnit, we loved her. We hadn’t said it yet, but I knew my buddy well enough to know he was thinking the same damn thing. Sasha made us whole, and filled this broken piece of our hearts that we’d never thought would get fixed. And you don’t walk away from love. I watched as if in slow motion. A tear rolled down her face as she slowly turned and stepped towards the men with the guns.

Mark grabbed her arm, grinning evilly at her. “Welcome back, bitch.”And then suddenly, I turned, and met Jordan’s eyes as he did the same. And we both knew. No way was this happening. Come what may, there wasn’t a single Goddamn chance we were letting her go. Years of instinct, and muscle memory, and snap reflexes kicked in as we both suddenly roared and lunged forward. Years of fighting, and surviving, and of reaction ability I’m betting they never saw coming in a million years from two white-collar guys like us.
I was aware of the shotgun going of with a thunderous roar, and the feeling of something hot against my side.