“Here you go Mr. Vargas. Your files on Russian mafia.” The (h/c) haired girl leaned on one leg, popping out her hip and crossing her arms in a bored manner. The man leaned over in his office chair and opened the files. His honey brown eyes skimming over the files. “Si, you did great, ragazza. Here’s your pay.” The Italian man threw a wad of money on the table. She leans over and grabs it, placing in her pocket.
Suddenly the office door slam open. “Sir!! The Document’s been stolen! It’s gone!!” The mafia crewman yelled. “Ms. (codename)?” Mr. Vargas looked up to you. “I guess that’s my que.” She waved and ran to the window. “Call me if you need anything~” And she jumped down the three story window.
~8 years later~
She walked up to the mansion door. Her child holding her hand, she could hear music playing on the inside. “(Last name), we were invited by Mr. Vargas.” She spoke softly, the man at the door letting them pass. She walked in, her child looking around curiously. “(mother’s name)! How long has it been?!” The old brown haired man said, his deep voice booming. “It’s been eight years, Romulus. It’s nice to see you again. Still taking the family business I see.” She spoke shaking the man’s hand. “Oh, and who is this young thing?” His voice scared her child causing her to hide behind her mother. “This is my daughter, _____. _____ this is a friend of mine.” The young girl look up at the men. “He’s huge.” She said hiding behind her mother more. The mother chuckled. “Hey! He’s not huge! Just really tall, jerk!” The young girl turned around to see a miniature version of said man. Another one came running behind him. “Fratello! Don’t yell at the sweet ragazza!!” This one wasn’t as mean and seemed to smile at her. “Ah, these are my boys. Lovino, with the mouth, and his younger twin Feliciano.” Vargas explained.
“They seem charming.” The mother smiled at the boys. “____ why don’t you and the boys go play with Antonio and Gilbert.” The girl nodded. “Yes mommy.” And she followed the boys through the dance hall. She turned around back to Romulus. “I need your help.” She said in a serious tone. Romulus looked at her serious. “Ivan’s looking for me.” She spoke quickly and quietly. “He doesn’t know about ____ yet. And hopefully never.” She rubbed her forehead. “But bellezza, isn’t he the padre?” Romulus asked putting a hand on her shoulder. She nodded fast and looked up at him. “If something happens to me, promise me you’ll take her.” He didn’t hesitate and agreed on the spot. “I’ll look after ___ any time you want.” She looked across the room at her daughter. The girl seemed to be getting into a fight with Lovino, while Gilbert’s brother tried stopping the fight. She shed a tear. “Now I know she’ll be safe.”
12 years later~!
You reloaded your gun, hearing the click you pulled the trigger time and time again. “Hey, ___, if you keep that up you’re gonna break the gun!” The man behind the desk yelled. You scoffed and put the gun down. You pulled your jacket on and paid for the shooting range. “I’ll see you guys next week.” You yelled walking out of the building. You walked down the street and turned the corner. When you finally got to your house you opened the door and kicked it closed behind you. You threw your coat on hook and were welcomed by two large German shepherds. “Ja, you’re home. I need to talk to you.” You looked up to see your brother Ludwig looking down at you. Well, he wasn't your real brother, but he was close. “What do you need?” you stood up, your head level with his chin. “As it turns out. There’s a mission Romulus wants you to do.” He explained. You shook your head. “Nope, not doing it. I told you I want nothing to do with your Mafia crap.” You walked around him into the kitchen, looking for food.
He followed you. “He requested you for the same job as your mother.” Bam. That hit you hard. Might as well have smacked you in the face. When you were younger, your mother had been murdered by the Russian Mafia. It was written in her will that you were to be taken to Romulus Vargas if anything were to happen. As it turns out, Romulus is the leader of the Italian Mafia....enemy to the Russian Mafia no less. Romulus decided from day 1 you were to live with Gilbert and his youngest brother, Ludwig. He also placed you in every defense class money could buy. Making you take gymnastics as well. He did everything he could to make you like your mother. And you had no problem with it. You thought your mom a rope between good and bad.
“Had me the file.” You held out your hand as Luddy handed it over. You only ever stole information or infiltrated for it. Nothing more. “Infiltrate the British Intelligence?!” She shot at look at Ludwig. “I’m going to see Vargas.” You stubbornly left the house again.