Tommy Vercetti Novels & Stories

she replied. "And who is this handsome gentleman behind you? Mind introducing?" Her British accent always matched her words and Veronica always like it so much. "He is Anthony Carter, my husband. He is from Italy" she told her and she held out her hand for him to kiss in respect. "It's nice to meet you my lady" Carter played well with the joke. "My God! He has some manners too!" She gleamed with happiness as Carter took her hand and placed a kiss. Veronica laughed at their act as she never saw Aunt Lucy acting in this way in front of anyone.

“Veronica is coming.” ‘So that is her name... Veronica.’ Felix thought to himself, he did not felt the slightest of fear and worry of what Cassiopeia has said. He felt excited and thrilled to meet the woman, even on the fact that she will come to destroy them. He felt to himself that he wants to claim the woman as hers. And take what he wants. All his life he always believed and knows that, he can have whatever he wants no matter what it takes.

The silver in him had to be removed so he could start healing, or he would bleed to death. Veronica and I fought Tomas for a bit, and we were both badly wounded. I knew attacking him randomly would not help our situation, so I knew we had to plan our next moves wisely because we were tired. "Veronica, you attack from his back, and I will go for his neck on the side," I said, and she growled. She was angry and must have felt completely betrayed. I was on his left side, and she was behind him. With everything we had, we lunged for him at the same time. Not knowing who to attack first, he ducked, and we both sacked out teeth into his neck. I bit down with all my might, and so did Veronica's wol

I pointed the tattooed one, “The hooligan, you said you were coming for me. What did you mean by that?” “And you, what is happening here?” I glared at Lorenzo next. “My name is not hooligan for crying out loud. I am Vernero Cattanio.” He boasted proudly like I was supposed to know he was.

I am sure Mr Hamilton gave you a good kiss or few. Veronica ~”Tom!” Tom ~”So is this thing with him serious?” Veronica ~”No I don’t do serious. I don’t want serious.” Tom ~”Let's talk business. I am struggling to land a big client, he only wants to deal with you.” Veronica ~”Why me?” Tom ~”That's a stupid question.” Veronica ~”Who is he?” Tom ~”The mayor's son.” Veronica ~”Two problems there. One he is the mayor's son. Two it's Joshua's best friend.”

) I questioned. Vinnie dropped his head. Mirroring how Emiliana looked when I had asked her about Veronica. “Vincenzo!” I growled. It was a warning that he recognised immediately. “Gratteri. Diego Gratteri.” He answered lowly, loud enough for only me to hear. “That. Fucking. Snake.” I snarled, slamming my fists onto the table. The entire room fell silent around us, and the guards shifted in unison. I turned back to Vinnie, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “If he laid a hand on her –”

Vincenzo reacted—not with panic, but with the cold precision of someone always a step ahead. He pulled away from Vittoria with a controlled, almost graceful motion, rising unhurriedly, as if nothing had happened. In a subtle, nearly imperceptible move, he slipped her panties into his trouser pocket, like a man pocketing a private trophy of his silent victory. Meanwhile, Vittoria ducked her head, her face burning, cheeks flushed with the hot sting of embarrassment. “Sorry for the interruption,” Tommaso said, his voice cautious and his gaze avoiding any direct contact, clearly aware of what he had interrupted. “It's all right, Vincenzo. Mrs. Lucchese has been officially discharged from the hos

“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

This boy had claws, and he liked using them. --- The meeting room was full. I walked in, Adrien right behind me, tablet in hand. “Gentlemen,” Adrien chirped, One man—Vercelli—stood to greet me, lips stretched too wide. “Mr. Moretti. Pleasure, as always.” He was older, slicked back hair, and entirely too confident. His eyes flicked to Adrien. “I see you’ve brought… entertainment.” Adrien didn’t flinch. “I see you’ve brought another generic navy suit. Bold.”

A week after my brother’s death, and his men already kneel to me. But the game isn’t finished. Not yet. I drag a hand over my mouth and whisper to the city, “Richardo. You and I have a score to settle.” My eyes flick toward a photograph on the side table Richardo’s sister, Lola, caught mid-laughter at some party years ago. She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s part of this too. She belongs in New York. With me. Soon, the Vercetti name will be mine alone. *****************