Grand Theft Auto Vice City Tommy Vercetti 소설 & 이야기

“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

The bullpen around us was quiet, save for the occasional crackle of a police radio from the front desk and the heavy footsteps of a deputy walking a drunk-and-disorderly suspect down the hall. Suddenly, the heavy door to the back offices swung open, and Marcus walked out. He looked exhausted, his uniform tie loosened at the collar, a thick manila folder clamped under his arm. "Charity," he said, walking over to the desk and pulling up a squeaking plastic chair. He didn't look at me; he looked at the screen, watching the lines of text I was producing. "We just got the preliminary pull from the guy you caught in your kitchen. His name is Tommy Vance. Small-time commercial investigator, mostly

Victor went first to sit, while reaching his hand out, greeting the two officers there while saying his name, and later on Tommy did the exact same thing and then sat next to Victor on the couch across the officers. “So Mr. Tommy Hillston, do you have anything on mind that you think we need to know about this case?” Tommy seemed to think for a second before he shook his head, “Nothing, Sir. I did not go anywhere yesterday. I did not go anywhere as well today. I just got here from New York for a visit to my hometown and I spent my time in my apartment. Not more, not less.”

I realized the world was finally respecting me—but only because I was protected by three monsters. At four o'clock, I saw the SUV. Matteo was driving, with Nickie and Luca in the back. Officer Slake Carter watched from the curb, his eyes unreadable. But as I walked toward the car, I felt something shift. I wasn't just a girl in debt anymore. I was the Noir of the Moretti Syndicate, and the game was just beginning.

It turned out their cars were parked side-by-side. Chloe didn't grant them a single word. As she approached, the Bugatti’s doors swiveled open. She slid into the driver’s seat, noting Vince settled silently behind her. Without a moment's hesitation, she floored it. The low, guttural roar of the engine echoed through the silent parking garage as she vanished into the night. Liam stood frozen, a cold dread pooling in his stomach. If he remembered correctly, that limited-edition Bugatti was the only one in River City—and it belonged to Xavier Grayson.

»»»»»◈«««««« Breaking Joey Santoro proved to be a challenge. The bastard attempted to break his own neck before Lorenzo intervened, securing him to the wall like a board. With Santoro immobilized, we implemented a rotation system to extract information about the stolen money from him. The bastard had pilfered from us and squirreled away the funds in an offshore account. After my turn of torturing out the information from him, I returned to my apartment, relishing in the lingering scent of blood that clung to my skin like a perverse perfume. Entering the shower, I let the hot water cascade over me and scrubbed viciously, the water turning crimson as it washed away the evidence of my brutality

“Let's confirm you really were with Balus.” Tommy’s brow knitted. “And how would you confirm that? Well, if you must, I came with his car–” “You could have stolen it.” Tommy grimaced. Blackridge was like an obstacle placed in his way. It irked him badly. “Stolen?” He gasped with disbelief. “I may be many things but definitely not a thief, Kael.” “Then let's make the call. Let's call Luman. You don't have any problem with that now, do you?”

I grabbed a fistful of hair from the crown of his head, lifting him up, sneering at the damage done to him already. His eyes pooled with unshed tears, but a man's gotta be tough right? He spat on the floor, blood flecking the concrete. "Fuck you, Lane. I ain’t saying shit." I tilted my head, studying him like a predator sizing up prey. His bravado was thin, barely masking the panic flickering behind his restless eyes. “Tommy,” I said, voice low, almost gentle. "You stole from me. Lied to me. And someone told you to do it." I leaned in, "You’re going to tell me who?"

… Meanwhile, Angeline sat in a café, reviewing the photos given to her by a private detective. "Tommy indulged in all vices abroad. His behavior has worsened since returning. He often brags about his sister Ingrid's fame," the detective explained as he handed more photos to Angeline. "Tommy is generous, though. Most women he's wronged settled with money. If you want to target him, consider his gambling habits." Angeline studied the photos of Tommy at the gambling table. Her eyes narrowed slightly. "What about Yates Group?" she asked, putting down the photos and sipping her coffee.

he says and something in me tells me I don't want to see the video. I hung up and open his message , gesturing to Seb to come and watch with me. We see on the street surveillance camera how the black jeep speeds this way and suddenly starts to skid before it comes to an abrupt stop. My heart skips a beat when Veronica jumps out of the car, followed by a big man who points a gun at her head and tells something what makes her turn around. She slowly walks up to him with teary eyes whispering something and the rest happens so fast that I don't understand how.