the devil wears a suit and tie • billy russo

chapter 18

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Dinah demanded, her voice shaking.

"Shooting a domestic terrorist," Iz kept her pistol leveled at the other woman, "you're welcome, by the way."

"He was my prisoner, Isabella," she said desperately, clearly on the verge of falling apart..

She shrugged, "It looked to me like you were letting him get away."

"Stand down, or I'll charge you both with obstruction!" Isabella knew she was grasping at straws. Charge me with obstruction for shooting a wanted terrorist? That's bullshit.

A devilish smirk formed on her face, "Oh sweetheart, how I'd love to see you try..."

"Why are you still pointing guns at me?" she acts like she has so much authority, but she doesn't. Why am I still pointing a gun at her? Because I fucking can.

"Because the way I see it, Dinah, you're aiding and abetting a domestic terrorist. You're just as guilty as he is," the agent continued to shout angrily at them to stand down, but neither Russos moved.

"This died with him," Billy said, holding his ground. "It was war, Dinah, and the only crime in war is to lose."

"All's fair in love and war," Iz added playfully, "you ought to know that."

"You killed Stein," she hissed, Billy only replied with the slightest of smiles.

When the police came barging through the door, Iz and Billy gave them their guns without issue and put their hands in the air. They had won. All they had to do was make their move on Rawlins and then they would be free. They would finally be able to forget about Kandahar.

"Are you hurt at all?" Billy whispered as they waited to be questioned by the police, "Because if those cops so much as bruised your arm when they grabbed you, I'll raise hell."

"I'm perfectly okay, but thank you," I took her blazer off and folded it in her lap, "What about you, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he pursed his lips, "I never realized you had it in you to take the shot on Frank like that."

She took his hand in hers, "I told you I'd do whatever it took to protect us and I meant it."

"Do you think you'll regret killing him?"

"Only time would tell," She leaned her head on his shoulder, "but you know, insensitivity to that kind of stuff runs in my family. Both of my parents have killed a lot of people, my mom especially, so has Finn," she chuckled softly, "and I know one day Eli's gonna be a ruthless politician."

"He'll be a good one to have on our side."

"I don't know if he'll be on our side. I did pick on him quite a bit when we were kids, and he holds an awful grudge about it."

He managed a small laugh, "You'd better start making amends then."

She rolled her eyes, "I guess so."

"Only you would be able to make me laugh while we're waiting to be interrogated by police."

"Stop acting like it's such a big deal," she smiled. "My parents are basically cops on steroids, and every time I came home past curfew, which was often, it was like a police interrogation. These NYPD clowns don't scare me."

"Why do I feel like you're the one wearing the pants in this relationship these days?" He ran a hand through her hair absentmindedly.

She looked up into his eyes mischievously, "I don't have to be wearing pants if you don't want me to."