Prohibited

by Saints-Fan-12

The roaring 20s, tango partners, and two bosses way over their heads. Sandy just wanted to make a living for herself in Talfryn, even if it meant illegal shipments, a hit here and there. Shadow was born into it, no crime too big or small if it meant he'd get paid. Dawn and Sparrow clashing over alcohol shipments, one at tango practice. Will they stay rivals or become more?

1. Rivals and Partners

Rivals and Partners

A/N: Here it is the mafia/tango AU! I'm so excited to start this, especially with the semester ending and I need something to cope after finishing my first draft of my book. Yes, this is set in the AGENCY universe and in the 1920s cause I'm a huge nerd. You can check out the comic by JediAnnSolo this is based on for a better look into the world and setting.

An alarm was the first thing he noticed that wasn't right. Another was that the house was quiet even with Rune padding around like he normally did. Something felt off.

Shadow just couldn't figure out what.

"There's a new shipment coming in, I want you and John to make sure the Sparrows don't get to it first like last time." He said to two men standing at his door, shrugging his jacket on as he left home.

"What do you mean she quit?" Shadow asked, arms over his chest as he glared at the instructor.

"Poor Roxy had a twisted ankle and now she's ka-put," the graying fox explained, "But a woman lost her partner recently, same way too. Heard she was a spitfire."

The bell above the door tinkled as someone entered. Of fucking course, today just couldn't get any better.

The only thing wrong was that she was wearing a suit, ill-fitted and the hat too large as Shadow watched her go to the back to get changed.

And then he saw red.

The ever-shifting dress shade of red until it reached almost purple. A slit at the thigh, not that Shadow cared, he just didn't want to get slowed down. Her hand in his, the other placed on his shoulder.

His hand in hers, the other at the middle of her back, just below the shoulder blades. The familiar sweep across the studio floor, again and again. And then words.

"I could walk you home. Call a cab," Shadow said, glancing at her. The ill-fitted suit, too large hat back in place.

A smile. Slow and with bravado only another boss could have.

"Thanks fer the offer," that twang was unbearable, her eyes too green. ", but I don't go home with men like you."

And like that she was gone. Sandy Cheeks. Part time professional dancer, full time pain in Shadow's ass if his business was concerned. Sparrow syndicate boss and he was stuck with her.