Mafia 2 Jimmy's Betrayal Novels & Stories

“You still want to break up? Baby, what’s mine is yours. It was all a misunderstanding, I see that now. I was wrong, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you.” Then, in a move that made this surreal day complete, he dropped to one knee right there and pulled out a ring. “Will you marry me?” I was speechless. This was beyond absurd. “Luca, get up,” I urged, but he stayed stubbornly put. Just then, the bald man returned, dragging my disheveled father. His demeanor had changed completely. “As a courtesy to Mr. Rossi,” he said, nodding at Luca. “This time he can keep his finger.” He glanced between us, puzzled. “You two need something?”

They stalked the halls, cleared the rooms, and gunned down anyone who dared stand in their way. Finally, they reached the heart of the mansion: Lorenzo's throne room. The rival mafia boss sat on his throne, a scowl on his face. Rafael and Alexander aimed their guns at Lorenzo. "It's over," Rafael said, his voice cold and deadly. Lorenzo sneered, his eyes calm; he was not afraid. With a nod, Rafael gave the signal, and his men moved forward, surrounding Lorenzo. The rival boss was captured, and his reign of terror ended.

“We lost him.” Sophia’s shifted uneasily. “Lowell?” “No, Martinez. Said he’d rather die than be a witness—Lowell still breathing.” “That's quite a heap of loyalty” Sophia swore under her breath. Breanna didn’t answer immediately. She took a step toward the window, hands in her coat pockets like she was holding her ribs together. “One has to return the favour when dealing with a Mafia—Martinez paid his off, without a second thought” Breanna remarked staring at the window.

Lucas shrugged, then moved the man's body in front of him to recognize who he was and which side he belonged to. Liam's troops. He found that most of the bodies in this mansion were Liam's troops, not the ElWagner troops still loyal to Rafael. "They died because they deserved it. Isn't that right, Axton?" Liam walked down the stairs and stopped not far from him. Lucas nodded, "I think they died not because they deserved it but because you wanted it." There was no fear in his eyes even though he was facing a dangerous man. With all his cunning and bravery, Liam had successfully betrayed Rafael—a big mafia who led an underground network in America and Europe.

But the money presented to him was too much to override, and coupled with the fact that his life was threatened by Robert Jimmy, a mul-time Billionaire that everyone knows Not just that, they were partnets in crime before being deported from Canada and everything he owns were raised from Roberts illegal deals when they were in Canada so He had to do it. Here he was sitting with the man that he just betrayed the holy book says that friendship was meant to be a strong bond, stronger than that of a brother, a bound guided by trust but yet he just succeeded in shattering it, he felt a deep sense of guilt inside and he knew he could not hold it for long.

I can decide to ignore the call but Angel never calls except extremely urgent and I know it can't be good news. Maintaining my personal activities have been hard these past few days, especially one with my boss. My brother will never believe I work for another Mafia family. No one can findout. It's the only way to save my little sister from the hands of the devil our father sold her to. "What's the problem" I ask, finally receiving the call. His voice is ragged as he speaks, "We have a problem. The food was hijacked on the way. Master doesn't know yet but I fear he might find out—"

Their screams and pleas gradually faded into the distance. I returned to my room and collapsed onto the bed. A sense of unprecedented relief washed over me, mixed with a faint emptiness. I had finally gotten my revenge. Marcus had become the new heir, changing the tragic fate from his previous life. Marcus loosened his tie and returned to the room. Seeing me lying on the bed with empty eyes, he placed his hands on either side of me and looked directly into my eyes. “Jane.” He murmured my name, his voice low and intoxicating.