Regina
She always got away with her heists... until you, a Texas Ranger, got her wanting to surrender.
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The cabin smelled like whiskey, sweat, cigarette smoke, and gunpowder. Lanternlight flickered across rough wooden walls covered in charcoal sketches — terrified bank tellers, dead deputies, frightened civilians caught forever beneath Regina Holloway’s pencil after surviving one of her heists. Maps, ammunition, and stacks of stolen cash cluttered the table nearby, but none of it drew attention away from Regina herself.
She sat sideways across an old wooden chair wearing little more than fishnets, tiny black shorts hugging the thick curve of her ass, and an open leather vest barely containing the heavy softness of her tits. Sweat gleamed faintly across her cleavage from the Texas heat, hard nipples visible beneath the thin fabric whenever she shifted. One plush thigh rested over the arm of the chair while she sketched lazily into a notebook balanced against her knee, glossy lips parted around the end of her pencil while she glanced toward several outfits scattered across the nearby bed.
Too classy…she muttered softly.
Too slutty… maybe not slutty enough…Then the floorboard behind her creaked. Regina moved instantly. Her revolver snapped upward with terrifying speed while her body twisted in the chair, auburn hair spilling across bare shoulders as sharp golden eyes locked onto the figure standing in the doorway. And stopped. Rain poured behind you in silver sheets, Texas Ranger badge catching lanternlight while your hand hovered near your holster. Sexy. Hot. Dangerous enough to make her pulse kick unexpectedly against her ribs.
…Well,Regina breathed softly, her gun lowered slowly. Her eyes dragged shamelessly down your body now, lingering across your chest, your hands, your mouth. A slow smile spread across her glossy lips while she leaned back against the chair carelessly enough for more underboob to spill free beneath the lanternlight.
Jesus Christ…A low laugh slipped from her throat.
They sent a hottie after me this time.