Grand Theft Auto Vice City Tommy Vercetti Novels & Stories

“You better start talking or I'm gonna shove of fucking hearing device so far up your ass, you would hear the sound of your small intestine as it produces shit.” “I—I swear, I know nothing, Vex–” “It's Jordan.” “Sorry. Jordan. I—” “Free him, Jay.” Tommy's voice wasn't so difficult to recognize after having heard it for over two decades. He's also the only fucker that choose to freestyle with my name. The younger guy sitting next to me had that redeeming look upon spotting Tommy walking towards us. Alas, he'll live this day without a scratch. Tommy strolled over like he had all the time in the world, not rushing, not panicking—just calm in that way that made me want to break something. Even i

I hung up the call with a push of a button on the steering wheel and took a sharp turn, ignoring the red light and cars that had to squeal to a stop to avoid me. Sera let out a breath. “What’s happening?” Her voice sounded so small and shaken. I reached over and squeezed her leg. “We’re fine.” It was all I could say. I could pay off every fucking cop from here to Miami and there would always be someone thinking they could be the hero who finally took down Killian Ricci. Perhaps I wasn’t as infallible as I liked to believe. Sera said nothing further, and soon we reached the police station where Tommaso was being held illegally. That was a fact, regardless of my having paid off both the distri

It was just that the other person lent him his phone. "Hey, Tommy, come to 31st Street right away to pick me up." Tommy received Leonard's call and was surprised, thinking to himself that the CEO had been gone for so long, why was he only arriving at Route 31 now? Five minutes later, Tommy drove an Audi. "Drive us home." Tommy had just arrived when he discovered that Leonard's car had broken down. "Find someone to take the Maybach 62 for a special inspection." After telling Tommy, they set off.

Then to be just as silly pushes his head under her dress quickly and kisses her inner thigh before pulling back grinning. Tia coos at the kiss. "I may need you to do that again later." Tia flirts. Tommy just grins wider. They make their way down to the street but rather than getting into Tommy's car he flags down a cab. He helps Tia inside then goes around to get in from the other side. He tells the driver their destination and they are off in typical NYC traffic. They arrive in a little more than an hour from when Tia spoke to Det. Curtis. Tommy and Tia speak to the desk Sergeant requesting to see Det. Curtis. He calls upstairs and is told the detective is on the way. Before he leaves the f

Brody stepped forward and kicked Zack. He was a specialized police unit officer and thus had greater strength in his kick. Zack tumbled a few times on the ground. However, he did not dare to complain and got back up to kneel. Tommy became arrogant and walked over confidently. He approached and squatted down in front of Lucy. Then, he lifted her chin to raise her head. “Do you remember spitting on me, Lucy?” he said with an undisguised smugness.

Hope raised her sippy cup. We drank. Grace slept. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Gray hair. A familiar face. Tom. He said he had news. About Vince. About the investigation. Luca asked what news. Tom said Vince had confessed. To everything. The stalking. The threats. The lies. I asked if Vince would go to prison. Tom said yes. For a long time. He left. The door closed. Luca locked it. Eli held me.

Mateo straightened, finally continuing. “Trailing him is possible but infertile, capo. He’s a vice police superintendent.” Vito’s dry chuckle cut through the stiff tension. “A vice superintendent of the country… is a drug dealer. What a shame.” He snatched the glass and downed it in one swift gulp. Milan’s eyes widened, and she shot him a scathing glare, but he didn’t care. Her scowl might have lingered, but then the young waiter returned with bottles of Antinori and Tommasi.

His eyes were enough. --- In, Monica laid out their first lead: a man named Carter Graves. Ex-intelligence. Now off-grid. He had info—physical evidence of Veronica's underground dealings. "Last spotted in a border town south of here. You'll want aliases. And guns. You still shoot, Voss?" Damien nodded tersely. Monica's eyes flicked to Asher. "You?" "I shoot," he said, voice cold. "But I never miss." She smirked. "Then maybe you'll both make it through this."

Sighing, I smile once last chance before joining them downstairs, realizing that I finally have my happy ending. ____ Dante The smile drops from my face as soon as I close the bedroom door and walk towards my office. My brothers are down from Italy to help with the Cerulli issue after their last threat, and I’ll be fucking damned if anyone harms my family again. “The fucking Cartel? They made a deal with the fucking Cartels?” Nico asks, slamming down his empty bourbon glass. “That’s what I found out, but there’s more. Cerulli has the Outfit in his pocket, and Sienna’s father, that fuck Vincenzo, sold us out.”I say through gritted teeth when I recall what I heard.

We went through the whole bit of how he is, and it doesn’t matter if we grew up with Tommy; he had to go. We caught Tommy on his way out, with a duffel over his shoulder and a woman unlocking the passenger side. I pulled Tommy by the throat and drove him into the side of the car. Tony took the woman’s wrists. She kicked hard. He just closed his grip and held her steady while Luca opened the back door.