Novel & Cerita Tommy Vercetti

"Go home, Mr D'Amico. There is no one here for you." "You can't kick me out. I left Italy for-" "I will pay for your flight back. Waste no more resources on us.” Again, Veronica interrupted him as if she knew what he would say and did not wish for the conversation to take place. “If you would just give me a mom-” He stood abruptly, causing Veronica’s men to reach for their weapons, so he moved cautiously. “If you would give me a moment, I'd like to see her and make sure she is okay.”

After hearing the Italian Mafia Boss's order everyone switched into action. " I got it! " Willy, the short man from a corner replied. " Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers "

I rounded the table and came to stand before it, then faced the men who have quickly become top on my list of my favorite men in the world. “Where did you get all that?” That came from Verzi who was eying me through his lashes. Had it been back in the day, I would have peed my pants when seeing the obsidian and the haunting death glare he always wore around. Now I was just too used to him that I even liked it on him. Honestly, I would rather die than live in a world where vERNERO CATTANIO was not a grumpy piss of shit that had only one thing on his mind every second he spend awake. DEATH!

And Bernard's constant eyes on her confirmed her suspicions. Before Veronica could move away the blonde voluntarily stood up taking the glass of wine in her hand. Showing that she wishes to see the city above the building, she collided against Veronica who was in the way, only focusing on the glass.The glass dropped against her uniform and the drink spilled on the white shirt.

She repeated, this time without the angry impatience she used to ask the first time. "Well," he began, sounding shy and unsure and Cynthia worried about what he had to say to her. "The thing is- I hope I am not coming off as creepy or anything- I just need to know how to get to your friend." He said and she drew a blank. She didn't understand what he was talking about and she told him so. "Look Tom, Veronica is already with someone now. I think it's time you-" he didn't let her finish before he interrupted with a repeated 'no'.

"Yes, this is the first time, Sir ..." "Theo. Theodore Pedrosa. No need to be formal. You are Vero, right?" "Yes. Veronica Darren." "Piacere di conoscerti, Vero. My sister often tells us a lot about you," said Theodore again. "Then, you will definitely like the food here."

Maze politely begged. “Sorry, I thought you know Italian, Hello, I am Veronica,” “Hi, I am Maze,” Maze said offering a soft smile. "What a non-Italian is doing among all the Italian terrible mafia trio masters?" Veronica teased. "Actually, I was brought here against my will," Maze said while gathering all the glass on a tray. "Okay, and you accepted it as your fate?" Veronica further queried

, he added. The guard released his upper arm and he seemed to be turning around to leave. Big mistake. With the speed of lightning, Vincenzo growled and pounced on him, smacking him down to the ground with a single punch. The man groaned and coughed painfully, trying to sit up on the floor. Vincenzo stepped on his chest with his heavy boots, preventing him from doing what he wanted. “I asked you a fucking question “, Vincenzo said angrily.

It made him think. “Scott, can you find a way to contact Denny Vero? He is not in his office and his phone is out of the service area. This is quite strange,” Don Carlo spoke without halt as soon as Scott answered his call. “Ahhhmmm, boss? I have the number of Mister Vero’s driver. Would you like me to call him or you wanna have his number and ask him directly,” Scott casually stated. “Send me the number,” Don Carlo replied. “Hello?”

— My name is … Before he could complete his sentence, we were interrupted by the sound of the elevator, the metal doors opening on the penthouse and a very familiar female voice making itself present: — Adam Turner. — murmured the high-heeled demon in front of us. — Long time no see, my friend! — she continued in an animated tone. Azar 11 × 0 Carina Maria. — Veronica! — Adam murmured happily, exiting the elevator and forgetting about my existence. — It's been a long time indeed. — He wrapped the Italian woman in a tight hug, which was enthusiastically reciprocated.