Grand Theft Auto Vice City Tommy Vercetti Novels & Stories

Quickly, I reached into my pants pocket for another clip and popped it into my Glock, ready to roll just as another rogue vamp jumped onto the hood. "Get the hell off my car!" Verus yelled in his pronounced Roman accent as I leaned out the window and unloaded my clip into his brain. Another vamp crawled across the back of the car and had me by the throat in an instant, while Verus quickly spun the yellow Corvette around, trying to knock him off, but failed miserably. In one fluid motion, I grabbed my Greyman knife from my boot and stabbed him all the way through his throat. The blade came out the back of his neck. He let go.

I answered. “I'm not talking.” “Tommy, I’ll give you anything. I’ll pay for the best attorney for you. Help you get off easy." Tommy seemed interested by this. “I'm listening.” “And ugh a million dollars for when you get out.” I offered. “You’re serious.” I nodded. “I just want to know what happened that night. I think Vigo is the only one who knows.” He leaned in. “You guarantee a good attorney and a million and I'll tell you everything I know.”

I look at him with a frown… Where was this going? “I was 20 when I assumed the role of Capo, and by then, the war with Las Vegas had reached its peak. It started with the murder of my parents and ended with the burning of the Muratori family line. My men were sent to Las Vegas to take out the men responsible for the latest hit and ended up murdering everyone. They took it upon themselves to wipe out the clan before I even had a say in it. The actions of my men were not my doing, the murder of your mother and brother does not fall on me.”