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Cheap whiskey and smoke (Roisa)

The second part! Again, hope you all like it. I wanted to write it very in character for Luisa, fingers crossed it translates well enough (Also I felt like the last chapter was very 'enemy' focused so this one will be more 'lover' focused).

The song above gives me villain's/enemies to lovers at a masquerade ball dancing with each other vibes.

(The next story will be carterwood! Sorry for the delays, uni has been HECTIC)

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Luisa stared in utter disbelief at the email on her laptop. Surely Sin Rostro couldn't be serious. She had only just managed to recover from their most recent caper. Which, by the way, had ended up with both women covered in various cuts and bruises. A particular nasty gash on Luisa's thigh had even needed stitches, which the drug lord had seemed all too keen to help with. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the way the red head had ghosted her fingertips over her knee, cradling her leg whilst she expertly sewed the wound shut. Sticky blood trickling down her pale arms...

The curser hovered over the decline option. Luisa glared at the Gala invitation, quickly scanning over the details.

It was tonight. At seven.

Meaning she had two hours to get ready.

Her mobile phone rang, disrupting her displeased grumblings.

"I'm not going."

She didn't even need to look at her phone to know who it would be.

"Don't be like that little mouse."

"No, I mean it this time."

She could hear the mirth in the other woman's laughter. 

"Wear something practical darling, I'll see you tonight."

The call ended.

A frustrated sigh left her lips.

What does THAT even mean.

She was always leaving these little clues as to what they might get up to. Misleading crumbs that Luisa fell for every time. The last couple of times she had stuck out like a sore thumb. It was a miracle they hadn't been caught. The brunette buried her face in her hands as she recalled the time she had worn a yellow sundress to that awful funeral. That had to be the worst. 'Wear something bright' the drug lord had said. Luisa was starting to believe she had gullible written on her forehead. 

Yet. 

Seeing the red head smile like that had almost been worth the haunting stares. 

Almost. 

She looked down at her watch. 

Of course she would leave this until last minute. Fuck spontaneity. She was staring to rethink the deal they had struck already. And it had only been two months. Luisa couldn't tell if Sin Rostro was malicious or if this was just her special way of including her. Either way it sucked. 

Pouting, she accepted the invitation.

Convincing herself it was for the good of the business before running herself a hot shower. 

Encompassed by the roasting hot water she couldn't help but chuckle. Yeah right, sure, it was always for the good of the business. Soap and shampoo mixed together, circling the drain. The hostility of their relationship had turned into something... more. Their estranged banter with each other seemed to grow every time they met. Quick wit and jibes that started out as a game had become bizarre attempts at flirtation.