The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie (Charlastor)

"I'm trying," He said, low and honest. Alastor hummed against her blonde hair, his voice reached barely above a breath. "I don't know how to be the man you need- But I can try to be honest."

She closed her eyes, tears already threatening to slip down her cheeks with a quiet dignity. "Don't say that."

"Why?"

"Because I really want to believe it." Charlie admitted, gazing at the man through damp eyelashes. "I don't need you protect me from the world, Al. Just don't be the thing I have to protect myself from."

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She'd always followed the laws.
He profited on breaking them.
He runs deals. She runs leads.
He's a sinner sheathed in a white collar and polished cynicism.
She's everything he despises, righteous, sharp-witted, and grossly optimistic.

But when desire and resentment begin to blur the line between rival and ally- The flavor of hate starts to taste a lot like want.

Mafia AU