Randy Oneshot stories

Mafia Marriage

Where Andy's parents want Andy to marry to another mafia man.

(Andy's POV)
Hello my name is Andy Fowler. Yes my last name is actually Fowler? What you've heard of it? Well that is very likely, my parents are the most famous and well known mafia bosses in the history of mafias. My dad is a very skilled and ruthless man and that's why he is the boss of his own mafia. When he turned 21 his only parent, his dad wanted him to find a partner, someone to marry. So he set up this event where all the most fine women mafias were to come and show off there skills and the most skilled and beautiful woman out of all of them would become my dad's wife and that's how he married my mum. Now they are in charge of the most skilled mafia gang in the buisness, they get every deal and they never leave witnesses. So you better make sure you are not their next target.
Now my parents have trained me up since I was little. Since the age of 16 I had been in their missions, as I was more skilled then anyone in our team and now I'm more powerful and skilled then even my parents. And I know what you're thinking, aren't mafia parents strict? And to that I say no, in fact they are more loving and caring as they say their most top priority is to keep me safe, as I am their only child. So they only get strict when I'm going with them on a mission and they keep going over what I have to do and keep telling me to do this instead of that. When they know I can do it on my own. It's just for my safety. Which sucks, I have told them time and time again that I can run a mission on my own, but they never listen. 'It's not safe, its safer with us' they say.

"Andy!" My dad called from the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes dad?" I asked pausing the movie I was watching.
"Come down, your mother and I want to talk to you." He said.
"Coming." I said back quickly turning the TV off and getting up walking fast down the stairs.
I walked into the living room seeing my parents sat next to each other on the couch. Both of them sat with their own hands laced together on their knees, waiting with the TV turned off. This is what they do to show that its a serious talk.
I sat on the couch opposite them as they both looked at me.
"Andy my son, we have been discussing your future and because you are turning 21 in two months, we feel that you are ready for a partner, a husband." My dad said looking at me in the eyes. My eyes shone as bright as my smile. Oh my lord yes.
"Now love we will send invitations to every guy in the mafia business and the most skilled and handsome will be your partner. A proper partner this time." My mum said with discust in her eyes when she said the last part. I cant blame her though, my dad had hired a new mafia member into his team a year ago and when he started coming on missions with us we ended up killing someone together and we saw each other and yeah not a really romantic moment, but oh well my job isnt really romantic. After that he asked me on a date and then we had another date, before we actually started dating. But I caught him talking on the phone to someone. It turns out that he just wanted to date me just so he could take over the business. So my parents killed him, in a very brutal way might I add, it was very satisfying to watch I have to say. Ok I'm not a psychopath I swear, it just comes with the job.
"Yeah definitely a proper one, I want a husband who will actually love me for me and take care of me for the rest of my life." I said honestly. I want him to have muscles too. I want him to be able to hold my skinny body in his arms.
"Absolutely Andy that's all we want for you as well." My mum said.
"Yeah, but I want to pick the guy." I said making that part clear.

"Yes of course but he must be the best. Now these men will come tomorrow, they will show us their skills like knife throwing, gun shooting etc. After each skill a couple men will leave. I will set up rooms at the hotel next door and tomorrow they will show us their skills. By the next day you will have three men that are collectively the best and you will pick the man you like out of them, is that clear?" My dad asked sternly.
"Yes dad and mum that's perfectly fine." I said in agreement so excited to start.
"Good now let's write those letters come on love." My mum said, getting up with dad on her tail and I followed them to the dinning room. My mum called Brook one of our "servants" and asked him to get the cards we use for invites to missions and stuff and for some envelopes too. I hate using the word servant, as I dont see any of the people who work for us in our house as a servant. I think of everyone who serves us as my friend, as some of them I have grown up with and Brook was 15 when he came here and now he is the same age as me. And because I dont have friends as my parents had home schooled me, Brook has become my best friend. So Brook got us the necessary items and we used the phone book and the phone to call all the mafia men in the area that have sons who are around my age. We then sent the letters. Oh I have always wanted to be like dad, to marry a gorgeous person who will train and work by my side on missions and who would love me and take care of me.

Oh I cant wait for tomorrow.

Hey guys, so this is part 1 of 3, you know how this works by now. It's pretty predictable, anyway Rye will be in the next oneshot as usual. Have a safe one. 🌼