Grand Theft Auto Vice City Tommy Vercetti Novels & Stories

I asked in a tone that said I don't give second chances. "Yes, Mr. Gravano." "First question, why do you want to sell out your boss?" "Lorenzo has my two sons, and I want them back," Carter said, looking at me, and I could tell there was something more to the story. "Why does he have your sons?" "My wife and I used to work for him, but someone stole drugs and made it look like we..." "Wait, your son's name isn't, by any chance, Roberto Porzio?" I asked when I heard him talk about what happened.

New message. Violation escalating. Vicente went pale instantly. “We don’t have time anymore.” “Time for what?” I snapped. He looked directly at me for the first time. “You need to disappear before they decide you’re valuable.” Every part of me went cold. Tomás stepped closer. “Who are they?” Vicente opened his mouth then stopped. The truck behind him suddenly beeped once. Sharp,mechanical his face changed instantly. Fear reeal fear. “Get back in the car,” he said quickly.

“You gave Beth to Mick like she was collateral. You used her to pay off your sins. You disappeared. You laughed. You fucked. You snorted your guilt away. And now I’m here to collect.” Tommy paled. “Now,” I said, nodding toward the door, “we’re going for a ride.” And God help him if he tried to run. Because I wasn’t bluffing anymore. The jet lifted off within ten minutes of boarding, engines low and smooth beneath our feet. Tommy sat across from me, slouched like a frat boy in a courtroom, legs spread wide, arms thrown over the leather seatbacks like he owned the fucking sky. He hadn’t said a word on the ride to the airstrip.

The kind of low level soldier who'd gotten in over his head. "Name's Tommy Reeves," Chen said. "Worked for Vincent for two years. Started as a driver. Moved up to security. Says he wants to cooperate. Wants witness protection in exchange for information." Tommy looked at me. At Dante. At the people who'd shot his boss. "I didn't know," he said immediately. "Didn't know what Vincent was really doing. Thought it was just business. Territory. Normal mob stuff. But it wasn't. It was something else. Something bigger."

I was at a loss for words. Staring at the man who was throwing the giggling Tommy up in the air and catching him again, I couldn't help but feel an enormous swell of admiration for him. This is bad… Very bad. Quick, Juliette! Think of something foul about him! Anything! He’s a Virtus…. (Those brown eyes met my stares and the charming grin froze.) He’s a mafia…. (He put Tommy down and muttered something to him.) He’s… Come on, Juliette! You can’t fall for him! Find something! (Tommy nodded and he turned to me.)

We on our way. Tom quickly gets dressed and we head out to his car. He insists that we not take the limo. Tom ~ What does this asshole want? Veronica ~ I think he has come to collect Tom ~”Collect what?” Veronica ~”Me.” Tom ~”Fuck him, you not his toy.” Veronica ~It's part of the deal. We have got no choice, it would be bad for business if we refuse.” Tom ~”Do you want him?” Veronica ~”Do I have a choice?”

His chest was rising and falling, Richard saw, rising, falling, his breath vaporous. Glee had regained her footing, brushing her hair from her wounded face. The others gawked in a stricken sort of astoundment. Blondie continued to bark. Finally Tommy let the revolver slip from his fingers—the .38 Special he’d gotten from a freight yard pimp for petty cash and a dinged-up Invicta wristwatch—and he shut his eyes as he sank back flat. Richard lifted Katie and staggered with her, watching the other two in suspicion, wary of any more danger. He lurched and weaved drunkenly. “Double T,” he said in the near-darkness.

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

Or one of those Lifetime movies Georgina used to like so much. He should have been doing anything but driving his classic 1987 Grand National T-Type at seventy-plus miles per hour on the slick tarmacadam of Route 21 South while being chased by two sheriff’s deputies in a couple of Ford Explorers. But such was the life of a criminal who dipped his wick in the territory run by Major Tommy Dufresne—whose day job was running the St. Dismas Parish Sheriff’s Department.

“In the garage, he is alive …” “Take him to interrogation. Simon, find my kids. Marco, give me your phone. Contact Hatchet. Tell him to send his men to the last known location. I want the city locked down now. No-one fucking leaves until I have my kids back.” I throw the phone at him and he catches it and he gives me his. I shut the door and drive like a bat straight out of the pits of hell towards the casino. I drive through the city, my knuckles crack and pop under the force I am holding the steering wheel. I ignore the traffic as cars move out of the way, seeing the licence plate. They know this car belongs to Antonio Moretti. The man who owns this city.