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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
She is a policewoman in Texas. She is determined,resilient,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
He is a notorious local gangster in Texas. He is intimidating,enigmatic,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.
My heart pounded in my chest, but I forced myself to act casual, like just another woman who needed a ride.
The camera's red light blinked steadily behind me as I leaned slightly toward T-Bone.
The leather seat creaked beneath me.
I extended my hand, watching my painted nails contrast against his dark jeans as I rested my palm on his knee.
The muscle beneath tensed at my touch.
T-Bone's gold chains caught the dim light as he shifted in his seat, his earlier smile faltering for just a moment.
The camera moved closer, its mechanical whir mixing with the idling engine.
"You know why we stopped, right?" T-Bone asked, his voice low and serious.
"Yeah," I replied, my hand still on his knee, "but I need to hear it from you."
He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto mine. "We got a deal to make, and you're the missing piece."
"We need someone who looks like they can be trusted," he explained, his voice low and even.
"We'll give you five thousand dollars to make a delivery for us."
The camera zoomed in on my face, capturing every reaction.
My fingers stayed on T-Bone's knee while my other hand inched toward the badge hidden beneath my clothes.
The leather seat squeaked as I shifted my weight, buying time to think.
T-Bone reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick envelope, letting it rest on the dashboard.
The streetlight illuminated stacks of cash inside.
My heart pounded in my chest as I realized I had to commit to this role.
I leaned forward in the leather seat, my fingers trembling as they stretched toward the envelope.
T-Bone watched intently, his gold chains shifting with each breath.
The camera's red light blinked steadily from the back seat, capturing every move.
My injured leg protested as I adjusted my position, but I forced myself to keep a calm expression.
The envelope felt thick and heavy in my hand as I pulled it closer.
T-Bone's satisfied grin widened while I thumbed through the cash, counting each hundred-dollar bill.
"Think you can handle it?" T-Bone asked, his voice dripping with skepticism.
I met his gaze, my fingers still brushing the edges of the bills. "I've handled worse."
His grin faded slightly, replaced by a look of curiosity. "Then why do I feel like you're not telling me everything?"
I held the envelope against my chest while T-Bone reached into his pocket, my muscles tensing at the movement.
He pulled out a crumpled receipt and scribbled an address on the back, his rings scraping against the paper.
The camera's red light continued blinking from the backseat as I took the receipt, my fingers brushing against his.
The address was for a run-down motel on the edge of town - the kind of place that rented by the hour.
"You need to deliver this package by midnight," T-Bone explained, his voice low and serious.
"Be careful who you trust."
He reached under his seat and pulled out another envelope, its contents clinking softly.
I slide my hand up his thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath his jeans.
The camera's red light blinks steadily from the backseat as I maintain my act, though my stomach churns at the contact.
T-Bone's breath catches when my fingers brush against him, his gold chains shifting as he leans back.
The leather seat squeaks as he adjusts his position, spreading his legs wider.
I force myself to keep my expression neutral, fighting the urge to grab my badge.
I nodded slowly, my mind racing with the weight of the decision I had already made.
I slide my hand further up his thigh, my fingers brushing against his z##r.
His eyes lock onto mine as I bite my lip, trying to keep my expression neutral.
The leather seat squeaks again as he shifts, his gold chains glinting in the dim light.
The camera continues filming from the backseat, the red light steady and unwavering.
My heart pounds in my chest, but I maintain the slow, playful tug on his zipper.
I lean in closer, my lips brushing his ear as I whisper sweet nothings.
His breath hitches, the gold chains clinking softly as he shifts again.
The car's engine hums quietly in the background, but my focus remains on T-Bone.
I keep my hand on his thigh, feeling the tension in his muscles.
My other hand inches closer to my hidden police badge, ready to reveal my true identity if needed.
The red light continues blinking from the backseat, a steady reminder of our audience.
