Mafia 2 Collectables Novels & Stories

He climbed swiftly, then when he had gotten to a certain height, he threw a rope down for me to follow. We finally got to the third window and then climbed in. The study was grand—a massive library with towering shelves. Diego pulled out a flash drive from his pocket. How many stuff does he keep in his pocket? “I'm sure you're wondering what we're doing here" “You think?" I said with my hands on my hip “We need to retrieve some files using this flash drive,” he said. “They contain records of illegal transactions involving major Mafia bosses.” “Damn" “Damn is right, I heard it's being sold on the black market tonight. We wouldn't want it falling into the wrong hands, and anyways do you know w

It turned out Ercole Muraro was connected to an Italian mafia and despite the game being a personal one, he was using his power to collect his debts. While Nek and her parents were being assaulted, Delfina and Caprice were struggling to not sob aloud. Ercole Muraro’s thugs went through the house looking for any and all valuables which might be used towards the million-dollar debt. What the thugs found were two women huddling together in a closet terrified. Dragged downstairs by their hair and thrown at Ercole’s feet, the elderly man stumbled backwards and then ordered his men to cease. He’d found what he wanted to take in exchange for the lives of Nek and Delfina’s parents.

I said. "Party outfits, club outfits,heels boots" she said "Check! Wait! What"I said and she cackled. "Don't you dare to remove them from your bag" she warned me and I gulped. "Okay" I said. "Make up, toiletries,novels and reading glasses" she said "Check" I said and all the things are pack. "Bitch! Why novels! And why not lingerie! Maybe some handsome hunk you find there" she exclaimed and dramatically fell on my bed.

asked Bastian impatiently. "It's not really an antidote, but it seems to be useful for stopping the damage that F2 causes in the body," Julian explained. "Where is the medicine?" asked Bastian. "It's held by Mr. Carlo Allesandro from Italy. He is the head of the NH mafia group in Italy. The biggest and most influential mafia syndicate in Italy today," Julian explained a little pensively. "And getting the drug is not free. That man is very cruel, and you are not his opponent," said Julian.

He is coming towards me from around the corner. "Hm?" He asks. "Get the rundown from Yazmin. I'll do inventory." He starts laughing, "Yeah yeah, you got it." I roll my eyes and walk to storage to take inventory of all the guns and ammo, then I move on to our other weapons. One thing that sucks about the mafia is that you have to keep everything on paper. Computers will track it no matter how much erasing you attempt. We still use burner phones for secret calls. About twenty minutes later, Nathaniel comes into storage. He shuts the door behind him.

“Final to who?” Marcini hesitated. A mistake. Another soft click echoed as I pulled the hammer back again. His eyes bulged, panic forcing his tongue loose. “Moretti! It was Moretti’s! His collection...cars, prototypes, guns fitted inside. He’s been waiting for months....months!” The name dropped like acid. Dante’s jaw flexed, his teeth grinding audibly. “Carlos Moretti.” Nico gave a low whistle, amusement dripping from him like smoke. “Well, isn’t that poetic. Italy’s golden collector unknowingly being spoon-fed by a Russian dog.”

Green acknowledged, his tone tinged with disappointment. "I'm sorry, Sir," Lisa responded sincerely, her voice reflecting remorse. Green nodded and handed Lisa a photograph, which she promptly showed to Frank. "This is our next target," Green declared. Curiosity piqued, Lisa inquired, "Who is he?" Green leaned forward and explained, "He's a notorious mafia lord who currently possesses a highly dangerous artifact called the snake eyes. It was produced in the 1980s but was presumed destroyed. However, scientists somehow managed to recreate it and sell it on the black market. Our target is the one currently in possession of it."

On the other hand, Serena is loyal to a fault - it helps that she’s my Consigliere. We leave the basement, and I remind Dario to get a cleaner for the snitch before walking towards my bedroom. Tonight, there would be a meeting with Italy's top 3 mafia leaders and a crime boss from Greece. These meetings no longer made me nervous, knowing that these men all wanted to see me fail. I don’t know how I kept it together all this time, but as I step into my bedroom, the reason runs towards me.