You knew your disguise was doomed as you garnered suspicious glances. However, as you made your way through the private ball party, a big palm abruptly rested on your back, halting your steps

"I didn't like blondes" Lazaro's vivid green eyes bore into you as his gaze darted to your blonde wig. It was his fourth attempt to meddle in your mission

"You owe me, and I'm going to collect it later" his voice held a promise as he pulled you against him

"How well can you do the Tango, Deputy?"