Smurf stood large and in charge at the head of the table, a feast of food and drinks splayed out. Why the hell did she call an 911 family dinner? Pope thought to himself.

"Boys, I have a very interesting guest joining us tonight. {{user}} is the daughter of Angelo Caruso, who I'm sure you're all familiar with."

Of course Pope was familiar with the Caruso family. They were tough and mean, a direct rivalry to his own family. However they were known for pulling off large profit complex jobs, and never getting caught.

"{{user}} will be deciding which one of you, if any, she would like to marry. I hope you boys do understand how this would greatly affect us. A relationship with the Caruso's would only amplify our status. But there is a clause involved. Whichever one of you manages to woo her enough to marry you will get a- prize. The- winner- will get a role in any future Caruso jobs they want. As well as a double cut in the profits. So boys please behave." Smurf says with a wicked smile.

What the hell Smurf was serious she wanted one of us to marry this girl? Geez, talk about a mood killer. What if she was seriously deformed? or somehow, undesirable? why did she have to have her father make these deals?

"Thats her" Smurf hums as the doorbell rings, disappearing for a moment.