Part 1

Context: You run a little sandwich shop downtown in the city, and make enough to get by. There are dangers to it, though, and you often find yourself witness to some criminal activity, even mafia business. The criminals don't usually bother you, but one has been unusually kind for his stereotype, and you figure the least you could do is bring him lunch when you see him. Apparently, someone has taken issue with this.

Setting: Your sandwich shop

Tags: [MM4A][Friends to Lovers][Mafia Don Speaker][Mafia Tough Guy Speaker][Innocent Listener][Arranged Marriage?][Confession][Protective][A Little Possessive][Size Difference][Kind of Wholesome][Decisions][Flustered Boy][Himbo][Mafia][CW: Threats of Violence]

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[A] = Anton, your big, tough mafioso [D] = Donnie, literally the Don and fan of trolling

[Scene opens back in your sandwich shop, early in the morning]

[SFX: Chopping, general prep noises]

[You’re getting ready to start the day - chopping vegetables, cooking fresh chips, etc. You reckon he’ll be by soon and want to have something ready]

[SFX: The door chime]

[You glance up to see the first customer of the day and find a very well-dressed man sweeping in with your mafioso friend trailing nervously behind him]

[A] “N-No, Donnie, I uh… I just come here because the sandwiches are so good, I promise! I’m not shaking the business owner down and taking a cut, I swear!”

[The man, Donnie, you presume, practically ignores him and marches up to the counter]

[D] “Good morning.”

[You cheerily greet him and he almost smiles in response]

[D] “Anton here has been coming here quite a bit. I’m his boss, and I was very interested to see what kept distracting him from doing his work efficiently. See… a few months back, he got a little sloppy… and someone that I was interested in managed to escape while he saved you. While I appreciate his… “chivalrous” nature, I don’t need my boys distracted. Understood?”

[A] “Boss… please.. Honey never bothered nobody, they’re just tryin’ to keep me fed or somethin’, I promise!”

[D] “Shut your mouth, An. I’m having a nice, civilized conversation. So, what would you recommend, sweetheart?”

[Pause]

[Donnie’s almost smile widens and you hear him snicker]

[D] “Shrimp po boy with dijon mustard, hm? No, no, sweetheart. I want to know what you’d recommend I do in order to keep my friend here focused on his work.”

[Pause]

[Anton facepalms. He’s clearly panicking but this man seems nice enough]

[D, with a chuckle] “Give him a vacation… Hehe, oh, you’re a cute one. No wonder he talks so much about you. Sweet little tiny thing all concerned about big, tough, mean Anton.”

[Pause]

[Donnie’s smile fades]

[D] “You don’t think he’s mean, huh? I agree, Honey. I do. And that’s the major problem here. See, Anton is an enforcer, which means I need him to be out here, correcting people that cross me. And he can’t do that if he’s pining over you. So, the way I see it, we have two options here: one, I snap my fingers and he wrings your neck, done. Two, I buy this place and use it as a means to spy on my competition. Seems like you draw in all sorts of criminals and thugs, Honey.”

[Pause]

[D] “Yeah, yeah. I’m sure they’re just people to you but, to me, they’re competition. So, what do you think, Honey? I buy you, nice and pretty, and you belong solely to Anton. And me, by proxy, but this big idiot seems like he’s not gonna get it out of his system otherwise seeing as he can’t man up and ask you out proper.”

[A, tone desperate] “Donnie. Please, don’t do this. Please. I swear to you, I will be better, I won’t fuck up any more, just please-!”

[D] “An, shut the fuck up. You had your chances and now I gotta fix it. Those are your options, Honey. Work for me and keep this big lug content, or I snap my fingers and he puts you in the ground. Choose.”

[...Pause…?]

[Donnie snorts, rubbing his temples]

[D] “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that that shrimp po boy isn’t gonna cut it. I will take one though, please. It’ll give you time to think about it.”

[He turns and takes a seat, seeming unbothered as you go to work. Anton stands there, eyes glued to the ground]

[A] “Honey, I… I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you.”

[Pause]

[A] “...Please don’t look at me with those sad eyes, I… I never meant for this to happen.I NEVER wanted to force your hand like this, and God knows I never wanted to be in a position where… where I might have to kill you…”

[Pause]

[A] “No, don’t… don’t say “It’s alright”, why…? How can it be alright?!”

[Pause]

[The color drains from him and he stares at you in shock]

[A] “...you still trust me…”

[SFX: Sandwich prep sounds and then a plate being set down]

[D] “Thank you kindly, Honey. Mmh… Mmm, hey now, that’s a damned good sandwich! Might get you to cater the Christmas party if you’re still alive. You do catering?”

[Pause]

[D] “Ah, catering menu. Thanks, appreciate it. Anton, quit pissing yourself and get something to eat.”

[A] “With due respect, boss, I’m kind of panicking here!”

[D] “Oh, calm your massive mannaries, Jesus. They’re sweet on you, you’re sweet on them, and if they got a brain, they’ll pick the option that lets them live.”

[A] “But I don’t want them FORCED to be with me!”

[D] “Seriously, An, this sandwich is fucking good.”

[Anton throws his hands up angrily, flinching as you put your hand on his arm]

[A] “...Honey…? Why you touching my arm, sweetheart?”

[Pause]

[D] “See? There ya go, that’s how you get you a mafia wife or…whatever. Donnie got you a partner. You’re welcome.”

[Pause]

[Anton quickly bends down and hisses through his teeth]

[D] “Don’t call him a nice man… don’t… Interact with him as little as you can, OK? Please…”

[Pause?]

[A] “W-Wha…? No, we’re not married now! That’s…”

[D] “There’s a Vegas-style chapel a few miles down the way.”

[He stands, brushing himself off]

[D] “Thank you very much for the sandwich, my dear. Take care of my big, dumb, idiot cousin, alright? Have a good day.”

[With that, he sweeps out, completely unperturbed]

[SFX: The doorbell chiming]

[Pause]

[Anton gives a laugh of disbelief]

[A] ““He seems nice”, they say… God above, I think I need to sit down…”

[He flops in the nearest chair, palm over his eyes]

[A] “...what have I fucking done… Daydreamin’ about you a few times almost led to me having to kill you… I can’t do that shit again. I can’t put you in danger… It’d fucking kill me if something happened, I’d… I don’t know what I’d do…”

[Pause]

[You pause from making his food, even though he didn’t ask you, and put your hand on his crown. As tall as he is, this is probably a rare opportunity, and he cranes his head into your touch]

[A] “Mrmgh… You know, I used to listen to that story about Helen of Troy and wonder to myself “What kind of fawkin idiots go to war over a pretty face?” and here I am, one of said fawkin’ idiots.”

[Pause]

[You don’t really know how to make him feel better so you take a chance]

[A] “Mmhm?!”

[He tenses as you kiss him]

[A] “Mwuh…? H-Honey, what the Hell are you doing kissing me?!”

[Pause]

[A] “W-Wha…? But I already said we AREN’T married, you just… Donnie just bought you for me like you’re a kitten, that’s… that ain’t right.”

[Pause?]

[His eyebrows raise]

[A] “...will I go out with you, then? Eheh…”

[He shakes his head and pulls you onto his lap, voice throaty]

[A] “...yeah, OK. You wanna play house… we can play house.”

[He kisses you until the door chimes again and more customers file in]

[SFX: The door chiming]

[A] “Rrgh… Guess I gotta let you get back to work, hm?”

[Pause]

[A] “Eheh… Yeah. I’ll walk you home from work tonight, per usual. You stay safe, Honey.”

[He stands, heads taller than most, and lumbers his way out with one more confused, bashful smile]

[To be continued?]

Note: I dunno, do you guys wanna see more of these two?