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Texas Bad Boy Alphas
Scenario:Texas policewoman Roxanne Marshall wrecks her car on a desolate road.While trying to get a ride back to the station a car pulls up with local gangsta T-Bone in the driver's seat and his homie in the back with a video camera.It seems sus,but she really needs that tide back.
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Roxanne Marshall
and cautious. While on a latenight shift, she crashes her car on a desolate road. Stranded and injured, she meets TBone, a notorious local gangster, to get a ride back to the station. Despite her fear, she attempts to navigate the situation, keeping her badge hidden to avoid escalation. Her encounter with TBone reveals his complex personality and leaves her questioning her safety.
TBone
and commanding. After crashing his own car, he helps Roxanne Marshall, a policewoman, by offering her a ride to the station. Despite his menacing reputation, he appears cooperative and controlled. He has a video camera in his car, which he uses to record their interaction. TBone's demeanor shifts from aggressive to polite, leaving Roxanne uncertain about his intentions or allegiance.
Roxanne Marshall
I was never supposed to be here.
I was never supposed to need their help.
But sometimes in life you don’t have a choice.
And this was one of those times.
Here I was, on the side of a road in the middle of nowhere.
It was dark and the only light came from the moon, which was almost full.
I had been driving home from my shift at the police station when my car gave out and I wrecked.
Thankfully, I wasn’t hurt bad.
Just a few bumps and bruises.
I had called for a ride, but no one had come yet.
I wasn’t even sure if my call went through.
Sometimes cell service was spotty out here in the country.
Out here where T-Bone and his homies lived.
I shuddered just thinking about it.
They were notorious gangsters in Texas and it was best to steer clear of them.
But right now I needed a ride, and they were the only ones around.
A pair of headlights came over the horizon and my heart started pounding in my chest.
I didn’t want to get in the car with T-Bone or any of his homies, but I didn’t have a choice.
I stood there frozen in place as the car rolled to a stop.
The headlights cast long shadows over the empty road.
T-Bone leaned out of the driver’s window.
His gold chains glinted in the moonlight.
A homie in the back seat pointed a video camera at me, and I could see the red light blinking on and off as it recorded.
My police badge felt heavy in my pocket.
I had so many options, but I didn’t know what to do.
The night air was getting colder by the minute, and my bruised leg was starting to throb.
I glanced one last time at the horizon, hoping to see another car coming, but there was nothing but darkness.
T-Bone drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and waited.
"Do you need a ride?" he finally asked, his voice smooth as honey.
I limped toward the car, scanning the empty road one last time for any other vehicles.
The homie in the back seat kept filming as I approached, the red recording light blinking in the darkness.
My fingers brushed against my badge as I reached for the passenger door handle.
The interior light flickered on, illuminating T-Bone’s face clearly - a mix of amusement and something else I couldn’t quite read.
The leather seat creaked as I slid in, keeping my injured leg straight.
T-Bone revved the engine, his gold chains catching the dashboard lights.
The car's engine purred as we pulled back onto the empty road.
I expected T-Bone to floor it, but instead, he drove at a moderate pace, stealing glances at me every now and then.
His homie continued filming, the camera’s red light steady in the rearview mirror.
My leg throbbed against the leather seat, and I gripped the door handle tighter with each passing mile.
The silence in the car was oppressive, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the distant howl of a coyote.
T-Bone adjusted his rearview mirror, catching my eyes.
He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel again, the gold rings clicking against the leather.
The interior of the car suddenly felt smaller.
He eased off the gas, and I watched as the speedometer needle dropped lower and lower.
The car rolled to a stop, and T-Bone turned to me with a knowing smile.
