I seriously cannot believe that this idea came from a random conversation on Chatalia. WELP. I shall explain. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo is a bootleg alcohol smuggler during the roarin' twenties. He hides them under his tomatoes. The Mafioso Lovina "Lovi" Vargas aids him the quest to get people their alcohol. Which isn't that hard since half of Chicago is in Lovina's hands. Her headquarters though is a bar run by her Grandpa, where the two most annoying people in Lovina's world happen to work. Stupid flapper girl Amelia F. Jones and the annoying bartender – Gilbert Beilschmidt. And what makes Lovina's life worse that her sister Felicia is getting married to that said bartender's brother. Then Amelia has to mess up everything by getting involved with a police officer – Arthur Kirkland. Who is trying to discover who the infamous Romana/Lovi is – the Mafioso responsible for stealing money from a lot of banks in Chicago. Don't forget the fact how Amelia's brother's girlfriend's sister keeps coming in at her door wondering where her brother is.

Yep. I suck at summaries. And writing too. ANYWAY. I'mma write this now.

"Okay… there are a couple things you need to know about Lovi." Antonio started, but he couldn't remember. Lovi had told him that when he was supposed to drag along a new lacky of his, Tony was supposed to bring them to Lovi and explain the ground rules. Simple ones basically.

If you are a guy, you are not hitting on my sister

If you are a girl, be wary of my grandfather.

Don't you fucking come knocking at my door. Some idiot has already broken that rule.

Knock over Tony's tomato cart, you are going to be one sorry fucker

Call me anything else but Lovi, you are dead.

Welcome to the mob.

Those rules were one of the few things ever said by Lovi that would be forever burned into his memory. Antonio remember Lovi dragging him into their hide out, slamming their fists several times on the table. Examining Tony's reason for being in their territory of Chicago. And soon after spending at least an hour in Lovi's headquarters.,(A small illegal bar that Lovi's grandfather owned.) Antonio found himself stuck in the worst situation ever.

Aiding Lovi Vargas in their quest to take Chicago as their own.

It seemed fairly simple, except when you had the police breathing down your neck every time Lovi and the Mob had decided to rob a bank. It was silly, there was no way that Romana Vargas (The name Lovi left for the police every time they decided to rob a bank) could ever be connected to a simple tomato stand salesmen.

Well, if he were a simple tomato stand salesmen. Antonio was a bootleg alcohol pirate, and alcohol was something Lovi needed. (And anything Lovi needed and wanted there was a sure fire way that Lovi would get it)

And Antonio hoped that he was included in what Lovi needed and wanted. But never had he bothered to ask Lovi about the feelings they had. The last time Antonio had ever seen Lovi be told that they were loved, that pretty flower vase Lovi's sister had gotten them was suddenly shattered into a million pieces over their head.

He didn't dare to think about it anymore else.

Whoops. Sidetrack there.

"Which are…?" The kid he was walking with was probably no older than sixteen. Still pretty young for one of his lackeys. And he had a feeling that Lovi would make a comment, "Again. Another fucking sixteen year old girl? I don't understand why you have to have a god damn girl lackey that's younger than you. Do you want to bring a bastard into the world by your hands?"

"Well, first don't ask their gender. Lovi hates that," Antonio glanced up at the full moon slowly soaring across the sky. The moon had decided to reflect against Lake Michigan and guided their way towards Lovi's little headquarters. They walked along the shoreline and below the newly installed docks. A sweet sound of jazz played in the background. Only a little farther and then would he be expected to explain to Lovi why a girl who was no shorter than a bean stalk was following Antonio around like a duck.

"Um… why do they hate that? I mean, can't they tell that they're whatever gender?" The lackey traced her finger around in one of the small blond ringlets that hung about her ears.

"Well, Lovi…" He stopped before he could go on how beautiful Lovi was. The Lackey might turn around right then and Antonio would lose another (somewhat) faithful minion, "Lovi is mad about their name. I got a really bad lecture about why I should call them Lovi."

"I see." The Lackey shut up right then. Lovi obviously sounded like a guy name. And since Antonio kept talking about Lovi as though they were an amazing person. Which probably meant that Antonio was a homosexual and that was why he never showed interest in her. That didn't matter to them. The only thing that interested this Lackey was finally getting to meet the person responsible for one of the biggest heists ever pulled off in Chicago ever. (Besides what that kid Al Capone was doing. The Lackey was pretty sure that they were connected.) The Lackey had heard of Romana Vargas, and the destined deeds of taking at least three to four million dollars from the banks of Chicago. Which proved that with careful plotting and staying under the wing of the assistant of Romana Vargas, she too could pull of something as amazing as that.

If Lovi was a nice person.

By the time they had already crossed under the bridge to get the Southside of Chicago, the lights felt dimmer. Nothing filled the air, unless you counted the scent of bullet shots.

If Romana Vargas was able to pull off feats such as robbing several banks and having several thousands… no millions stored in one little place. Why were they living here?

Antonio traveled on as though this were nothing. The Lackey grew more and more suspicious. This was something that was not expected. Heists were supposed to be done in a classy manner, at parties or at least in a hotel room.

And this heist was going to be done in what looked like a little run down bar.

Well, a bar was illegal at this time.

That was close enough.

Antonio gestured towards the lackey to stay put and promptly marched up the steps that lead into the bar. When he tapped on the door, a small dim light streamed through as small girl wearing a red dress pulled open the door.

Within seconds the girl disappeared and a new figure appeared at the door way. When the figure stepped out into the moonlight, the darkness faded away and revealed a girl – not older than 22 – with her curly dark brown hair pushed back by a pink headband, a single curl sticking up from the top. Her eyes were similar to Antonio's – a shade of green, but hers were much lighter than his. She had a slight olive tone complexion to her skin, obviously marking her with the same ethnicity as Antonio. Most likely Mediterranean. Were they related?

"So… you must be Tony's new Lackey." The girl said walking closer towards her. Her voice talked with a slight Italian accent. Okay, so not from Spain.

"Yes…"

The girl shook her head, "Oh Tony… why must you always get Lackeys that are so young." The girl paused then tapped her shoulder, and whispered into her ear, "Fuck with Tony and I'll make sure your life is a living hell."

"I'm sorry… but what gives you the right to make threats to me?"

"God damn it Tony… how many times do I…? Fuck it, never mind. The girl you're looking at is your new boss. Lovina 'Lovi' Vargas. Otherwise known as Romana Vargas."

"Wait… 'Lovi' is a girl?"

"Of course I am. This is the fucking twenties. I have the right to do whatever I want. Now, come inside the bar, there are several things I need to explain to you. And bitch, if you ever lay your eyes on Tony like that again…" Lovina didn't finish. She smiled and dragged the lackey into the bar.