the devil wears a suit and tie • billy russo

chapter 12

i really enjoy the fact that iz defines gatekeep gaslight girlboss

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So it was official, Frank Castle was alive. Their failed raid in Kentucky proved it.

"We're in danger," Billy said urgently, "I think you need to go away while I deal with this."

Iz rolled her eyes, "If he knew anything, he would've come for us already. He's a brute, he isn't the type to think about the long game like you and I."

"But what about when he does figure us out? Then what do we do?"

"Well sweetheart, we wait and see what his next
move is going to be, and then you take care of him before he even gets the chance to know anything about us."

"I don't know what his next move is—"

"Have some patience, will you sweetheart? The bug in Dinah's office has already proved plenty useful, and I'm meeting with the woman herself tonight. We're going to find him in no time at all," she put on a slick of red lipstick sure her short hair was exactly how she wanted it, "How do I look?"

He helped her put her necklace on, "Fine, I just think you should consider quietly leaving the country for a while. Go to the place you like in Curaçao."

"Billy, how do you think me fleeing to the Caribbean is going to make us look?" she got up out of her shake and turned to face him, "That's going to make people suspicious. We just have to go on like normal. Frank showing his face in Kentucky can't appear to change anything in our daily routine."

"People go on vacation all the time..."

"Happily married women don't just decide to book it Curaçao without their husbands. If I go, you're going with me."

"You know I can't do that."

"So it looks like I'm staying," she kissed him quickly as not to mess up her lipstick, "Besides, my fertile window starts in a couple days, which means baby time."

He started to fiddle with the zipper on her dress despite knowing nothing would actually happen right before she had to leave, "You're insane."

She shrugged his hand off her back, "And you love it. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Try not to get into any trouble tonight. I want you back in one piece."

"I think the best I'll be able tho manage is two."

"I'm serious Iz—"

She bit her lip with a coy smile as she left him to go out her coat on, "If you're really so concerned about me, we can ask her if she wants to have a threesome."

His face dropped, "I don't find that funny."

She pulled on her sable fur coat, "You should've, it was a joke."

"Not a very good one."

"You just need to chill," she cooed, "and I promise I'll let you fuck the shit out of me when I get back tonight."

He scoffed, "If you come back tonight."

"I'm going to come back tonight, Billy. I'm planning to drag this out. I have to make her want me. I have to leave something to be desired."

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"You look like shit," Isabella smirked and took a long drag on her cigarette.

The federal agent eyed her curiously, "I've never seen you smoke before."

She just shrugged and exhaled, "There are a lot of things you haven't seen me do before, and if it means anything to you, I actually kicked the habit a long time ago, I just do it for the aesthetic now," she gestured to the dimly lit lounge room where they sat, all alone, "Presidents have smoked in this room, it would be a shame if I didn't too. I pay a lot of fucken money to be a member this club, I may as well take advantage of the nostalgia."