Grand Theft Auto Vice City Tommy Vercetti Novels & Stories

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.

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.

She cried even harder. "I love you," Nic said softly, turning her head toward him and staring into her tear streaked face. "I love you, too," Veronica whispered, before a loud thunderous voice caused her to jump. "Nicolas Andretti, put your hands up where we can see them and step out of the vehicle now!!" Nic knew that voice. Marsh. He hated Veronica was being dragged into this messy situation. "Put your hands up, baby," Nic told Veronica, as he did the same. A young guy dressed in a cop uniform quickly opened his door. Nic noticed Marsh approaching. He slowly got out when several men rushed him.

Nico could even lie to Vince, but how would he lie to himself and deny that he was dying to make Maddie scream his name in bed? “Right.” Vince smiled, pleased. “That's my boy! Now, let's talk to that piece of shit. Who was it, by the way?” Nico pushed Vince out of the room. “Tommaso Greco.” “The son of a bitch doesn't know what’s coming his way!” Vince said it with a demonic grin. Nico knew that the traitor wouldn't get out alive. No one who betrayed Vince could stay alive. All the men in the mafia knew that they were at risk of dying at every moment. The question was not if, but how.

Tommy gave out as he looked in the rearview mirror and saw that they were being followed by three police cars. An officer stood behind one of the cars and began speaking into a bullhorn. "This is the police, come out of the vehicle with your hands in the air." Tommy stepped on the brakes, and the cars behind him stopped. "What are you doing?" Violet shouted. "Don't stop, you idiot." "Hey gyal, mi nah guh tru dat and mash up mi Probox!" Tommy exclaimed in his Jamaican accent. "What the fuck did he say?" Violet turned to Marvin.

Dimitri shot him. The bullet went through Tommy's thigh, shattering bone, and his scream echoed off the concrete walls. "That's for being stupid enough to gamble with my money." Dimitri's voice didn't change. Still calm. Still pleasant. "Now. Who did you owe? Names." Tommy gasped out names through his pain. Bookies in Atlantic City. Loan sharks in Chinatown. People who'd been pressuring him for months. Dimitri listened, memorized every name, and nodded to Marco.

A car purred up and Liam O’Grady glared at the newcomer. Alexander Van Dyke, the feared Mafia don of these parts, a growing force in Thomastown. The huge man stepped out, his thick blonde hair glistening with raindrops, the slate colored eyes, similar to those of the Delano boys, slicing through O’Grady and his brother who were standing in the shelter of a building, a palce where they had a good view of what was happening. The giant Van Dyke, nodded at them curtly, acknowledging their presence before striding over to the police chief who seem to grovel before him.

“I’m stating the truth. I liked Antonio. I also authorized the operation that ended his life. I had been doing this work long enough that the two facts no longer conflicted.” The confession settled heavily over the room. Several members shifted in their chairs. Hearing him admit it without hesitation disturbed them. “How long?” Vincent Leone asked. “How long have you worked for them?” “Twenty three years,” Tommy answered. There was almost relief in his voice. “Since before most of you held power. I was recruited in Moscow during a business trip. By the time I realized what was happening, I was too compromised to walk away.” “You could have come to the Commission,” Carlo Marchetti said. “You