Drabble Prompt: Mob Boss Regina and Bounty Hunter Emma *I went with police instead. Because reasons.
"I could have swore my men said you'd retired from the force, Miss Swan. Thought you couldn't dance with me any more. So… What are you doing here?"
"Looks like I finally found you, Regina," Emma said, ignoring the first half of what the woman had said, and the erotic memories that came with them.
"Only just," the mob boss said from her spot, "but that is because I let you." She didn't even look concerned that Emma had caught her this time, that there was nowhere to run. "So, you've become a bounty hunter now,"
"cut the small talk," the blonde snapped, taking steps to the desk. She leaned over it, her eyes locked with Regina's. The other woman let her eyes trail down the length of Emma's body and then up again, her gaze lingering a little bit longer on the handcuffs on her belt.
"Oh, Miss Swan, there is no need to get testy. I was hoping we would find something a little more… fun to do with those handuffs of yours."
"Nothin' funner than cuffing you and throwing you in the back of my car."
"As hot as that sounds, I am not going anywhere near that… thing you insist is a vehicle. It's been a pleaure." Regina's eyes went somewhere behind Emma, and the blonde straightened up and pulled out her gun, turning when she heard gun fire. She felt the first hit to her vest and fired three shots of her own, and all was silent. She didn't have to look behind her at the desk to know that mob boss Regina mills had slipped through her fingers. There was, however a Post It taped to the chair she had vacated.
'Clean out your car,' was all it said in a messy scrawl of the woman Emma thought she knew so well. The blonde crumpled the Post It in anger, her teeth bared. She would get Regina behind bars for this, for breaking her heart. This she knew she would do, even if it killed her.