Lovina stood on the corner of a street, exactly one block away from the church in Vatican City, her sister nearby, keeping an eye out for the two hitmen. She saw them across the street. Lovina motioned them to follow her into the abandoned building she was standing in front of. As she started walking, Felicia bounced up, pressed a briefcase to her chest and started to walk too.

Once they were all inside, Ludwig was the first to speak.

"I find it strange that you ask for our protection, yet go out in public with none yourself."

Lovina smirked. "We aren't completely without protection." She said while pulling out a gun from her dress pants, than put it back. "However, I'm not the one who needs protection, that's Felicia." She said and gestured to her sister, who smiled and waved. "However my main concern is the death of that man. I want a clean kill, so no questions are asked. I want that bastard dead soon. We'll pay for whatever resources you need. We also have connections across Europe if you need info. All you have to do is ask no fucking questions as to why we want him dead."

Felicia looked at her sister confused. Why can't these men know the death of their grandfather? She took a look at the two men. They had instrument cases, which she doubted held any instruments of music. The one who had spoken first, her sister said his name was Ludwig, had blonde hair and was quite muscular. He had a stern look to his face though. The other one had longer hair, and didn't look as big, but she could see some muscles underneath a tight fitting shirt.

"Agreed. Is there a preference to who you want protecting your sister?" Vash asked.

"Hmm, which one do you prefer Feli?" Lovina asked turning to Felicia.

"Ve~, I'm not sure." Felicia responded. Both men looked pretty scary.

"Hmph, alright, which one of you two bastards would be better at protection. You should know how to fire a gun at a close fucking range, and also know hand to hand combat." Lovina said.

Vash nodded towards Ludwig. "Ludwig is better at hand to hand combat than I am. Are you sure you won't need protection?"

Lovina scowled. "I can handle a gun. I know how to disable a man. I can take care of myself. Ludwig, you can protect my sorella. Vash, you have your job, now stick to it. We will pay you two hundred-fifty thousand now so you don't feel cheated." Felicia nodded to her sister to hand the men the briefcase in her hands. Once Felicia stepped forward and handed Vash the case, Lovina started to walk out.

"Wait! Lovi!" Felicia called out to her sorella.

"Don't worry Feli, I can take fucking care of myself, just have fun, and stay the fuck safe." Lovina called out with her back to the people, and walked out of the building.

Vash turned to Ludwig. "I should go prepare. I think I will need some extra info to do this hit."

"Francis will have info!" Felicia piped up. The two men looked at her. Felicia continued. "He does live in France, but it's a quick plane ride! He is the go to man for info apparently."

Vash nodded. "Then I shall go then." He turned to leave.

"Wait! He doesn't give info to unknown people. You have to have someone he knows and trusts with you!"

Vash looked at her, unsure what to do. He didn't know if seeing this Francis person was safe or not. If they ended up bringing the excitable sister and she got hurt, than the other sister would have their heads cut off. But if he brought the dark haired sister, well, he wasn't sure what would happen. He wished he had his sister with him, she generally knew what to do.

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Lovina walked into the Vatican City church. A couple of the priests gave a nod to her presence. Seeing her or her sister wasn't uncommon there, yet none of them knew what their family, and now them, did for a living.

Of course, Lovina thought with a snort, she was the one doing most of the work. Once their grandfather died she took the reins, making sure the mafia ran smoothly. Some of the newer recruits had some problems with a female mafia boss, but she soon proved she was more capable than any male mafia boss. However, there was the problem of Antonio.

No one who was there either did not know what the proposition was or did not live to tell them what it was. This bugged Lovina more than anything. Whatever it was it must have been important to kill her grandfather over a refusal.

"Damn tomato-loving bastard…" She thought to herself as she situated herself to pray. Unbeknownst to her, someone was watching her, with a sly smile on his lips.


A/N DUNDUNDUN!

Hehe I love writing as Lovi. Lots and lots of swears... Anywho, review? I love to hear your theories on this story. Also, who do you think should go see Francis?