la migra//c.d

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Thanks to @intrication, this is from her story idea and she let me write it so please go follow her thanks!
"Cuidado, cuidado mija, que yas nos cayo la migra." My grandmother attempted to whisper, sad eyes and a small pout--she wanted no more Mexico. Be careful, be careful my daighter, the migra is arriving. "i'll get the door." I told her as she hid somewhere, out of fear. I spoke to her in english, and she understood it very well. She just hated speaking it because o her thick, clearly notable, accent. "Good afternoon sir." I said, opening the door to only find a good-looking migra worker, a cop-- with a strong jawline and brown eyes as deep as deep as the pacific ocean. "How are you doing hoy?" I bit my lip attempting to be seductive.
Old plan:bribe the cop, with the money i have saved as from my work of a waitress.
New plan:a fun, quick hookup with the, beyond beautiful, cop m. And so my grandma can get back to living in peace without the feat of getting sent back to Jalisco, Mexcio.
"Señorita, i'm here to inspect the place." He smirked, playing along with my awful, yet amazing, flirting game that will escalate to something more than innocent flirtatious comments. "And maybe have a little fun here and there."