This one is slightly darker, and is a crime/gangster au. Warning for death and various illegal things. Kinda wanna make this a full-blown au now…

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Érzsebét glared down at the man in front of her, staring at him like he was nothing. An annoyance. A traitor. A flea on a dead cat. And he was nothing. Or at least, he soon would be.

Alin was tied to a chair, struggling against the ropes that bound his hands behind him. Already he was bloodied and beaten, covered in bruises as his shaggy hair clung to his sweaty, swollen face. But the man had tried to rat them out to the police, and for that reason, he needed to pay.

"You actually thought you would get away with it?" she scoffed, and Alin said nothing, although his scowl deepened.

"Still, you won't be betraying us again." Érzsebét raised her gun, a small grin on her face. She never liked Alin.

"Please," he croaked suddenly, refusing to look her in the eye, "I have a baby brother…"

"Can't your man look after him?" Érzsebét refused to allow Alin to sway her. But she didn't want the kid to go hungry either; weren't his fault his brother was a scumbag.

"Possibly." For the first time since he'd first been brought here, Alin broke into a grin. "He'll kill you, you know? Tsvetan will track you down and murder the whole lot of you if you kill me."

"I have a feeling he might even if we don't," Érzsebét replied, not bothering to hide her disinterest, "at least this way he won't have anyone to lead him to us."

"You should be scared."

"Well we're not. Tsvetan will be shot on sight."

"I hate you. All of you!" Alin spat on the floor in front of him, and Érzsebét rolled her eyes.

"Goodbye, Radacanu."

She raised her gun again, but before she could even move towards the trigger, someone burst through the door behind her. She wheeled around, ready to shoot when Feliciano's arms shot in the air.

"It's just me!" he cried, "nice Feli, friendly Feli, get-the-gun-out-my-face Feli!"

Érzsebét smiled warmly as she lowered her gun. "Sorry kid, you startled me."

Feli nodded then his smile fell, he lowered his arms and played with them nervously. "The boss wants to talk to you… they've arrived."

"Oh, I see." She nodded gravely, then her smile returned as she turned around. "It appears we may have to postpone your execution." Before he could respond, she shot him twice in the chest and walked out. "I lied."

Feliciano jumped, hurriedly following her and trembling slightly. Érzsebét couldn't help feeling guilty about startling him. Feli was fragile, and she was rather protective of the boy in a motherly way.

They walked in silence through the abandoned office block, Érzsebét stashing the gun in its holder and Feliciano humming quietly to himself. They came to a halt beside one of the few working doors left in the building. A number of bullet holes and bloodstains marked the thin wood and there was a silver plaque nailed to it, marked 'Edelstein'. Feliciano knocked before stepping back, and Érzsebét entered.

There he was.

Roderich was sprawled behind a desk, weighing a small bag in one hand. He was a tall but slight man, with a crooked nose and soft brunet hair. His maroon suit was neat and without a crease, complete with a cravat.

"Is that them, dear?" she asked, and smiled when he nodded. Roderich beckoned her closer, shivering with excitement.

"Yes, they were delivered without a fuss. It all went rather smoothly."

"Let me see." Érzsebét bounded over, plopping herself onto his desk and ruffling his hair. Roderich nodded and tipped the bag onto the desk.

Revealing 20 tiny, glittering stones.

Diamonds. Smuggled across the border, beautifully cut and genuine.

"They're perfect," Érzsebét murmured, picking one up with her index finger and thumb and holding to her face, the jewel sparkling in the dim lamplight.

"Well, I don't deal in anything less than perfect," Roderich said, gazing at Érzsebét. She smiled as she put the stone down, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"So, after we let these little beauties lie low for a while," he continued, blushing, "erm, we can sell 19 on for a higher price and that will see us comfy for a while."

"What?"

"We could invest some of the money…"

"19?"

"A couple more trips like this…"

"Roderich," Érzsebét growled, "there's twenty here, right?"

"Right," Roderich avoided her gaze.

"So why only sell nineteen?"

Roderich didn't reply immediately. He just picked one of the diamonds up. Not the largest by far, but the one that shone the brightest.

"I know I don't have the entire ring yet," he began, "but when were things ever this simple for us? Érzsebét, would you do me the honour of marrying me?"

"Oh, of course," she smiled warmly as her heart soared, leaning down and pulling him into a long kiss. "I thought you'd never ask."