Novel & Cerita Tommy Vercetti

“Holy fuck. Seriously? No way.” Vicente says with a smile on his face as he looks to Luis for confirmation. Luis smiles and nods to him. “You are a legend. Dude do you even know who this lady is?” “Of course, I do.” Luis says and he winks to Veronica. “I’m already impressed. Sorry didn’t mean to cut you off but I got a little starry eyed.” Veronica chuckles and says “It’s okay really. So, I have been doing deep dives into both my mafia family and the cartel. We were coming back to deal with an issue with my mafia family. Actually, Hector, would you grab those 7 files please?”

"Good morning, ma'am Veronica." "Hello, Vicente. You look good. How are you?” "Thank you. I'm fine.” “You know what, I'm offering you double. Leave Shein alone. Work for me.” I scolded Veronica. Try him Veron. You won't succeed. She's tripping me but I'm confident with Vicente's loyalty to me. "I'm sorry ma'am but I need to take down your offer." Veron rolled his eyes at me when he heard Vicente's look at him. I couldn't help but grin at him.

I scream and jump out of my chair. " Her onkel" he answers calm and I freeze. " what the hell?" I ask. " I'll explain: My little sister got tired of the life we live after her boyfriend got killed, so she ran. She changed her name and left the country when she was just nineteen. I tried to find her, but failed. I mean it makes sense, she was raised by the bratwa. Well back to the story : she appeared back in the USA in San Francisco five years later, married to the low- life Francis T***s and an one year old daughter. When I tried to contact her she threatened me so I stoped. I knew she was already ill that's why they came back, so I secretly contacted her husband. Told him I was a relative

“The same reason as yours, Tessa, but mine is more work.” Silence hovered between them. Tommy was scanning the multitude of people and Tessa was edging forward, following the throng. Tommy almost forgot his manners in failing to introduce JC who was beside him. He recovered his senses then said, “Tessa let me introduce you to Mr. John Carlos Martin, our man from New York.” “Glad to meet you,” JC took the initiative by offering his hand to Tessa “Glad to meet you, too, Mr. Martin,” she took his hand and returned a faint smile.

Veronica yelled, feeling her options running out. "What the fu—who did she say?" the American asked. "Bullshyte," the Irishman said, standing up. So...they had heard of Nic. "Nic Andretti. I'm his girlfriend," Veronica announced, as the tables began to turn on this whole twisted deal. "The fucking mob boss?! Shit man, what the fuck did you get me into?!" the American shouted at the other man. "Keep your fucking voice down! And besides, she's lying," the Irishman said, staring at Veronica.

he asked after an uncomfortable stretch of silence. "Last thing on my list right now." Veronica forced a smile. "I'm beyond screwed, man." Tomek budged to his left and let out a quick chuckle. He fished her car keys from his pocket and unlocked the doors. "Nah. Relax. You're fine." "Don't tell him. Please." "Yeah. I won't." He hugged her to his side and gently rubbed her back. "Look. Don't overthink it. You guys will figure it out." •

Every corner of the Vercetti world I touched felt like it was slowly strangling whatever small piece of me was still left. The door swung open behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Tomika. Of course. If she wasn’t here to laugh, what else would she want? She stepped inside, heels clicking sharply against the tile, and let the door swing shut with a soft thud. I watched her reflection slide into the mirror—arms crossed, lips curled in that smug little smirk she always wore when she thought she’d caught me bleeding. “Wow,” she said, dragging the word out. “You really fucked up tonight, didn’t you?”

Tommy explained. "Are you going to look around?" he continued to ask. Dante nodded and looked ready to leave, but his steps were soon halted. "What are you doing?" he asked, glancing at Tommy. "Following you." The man replied. "No, just wait here." Dante ordered. "Ah, do you know where it is?" asked Tommy,Tommy, as if definitely wanting to show his skills. "I'd say I'm Mr. Victor's secretary anyway." He continued. "Oh." Dante was at a loss for words and could only let out a long sigh afterward.

H E R A "But things have changed now; and you'll have to adjust. Especially when you mention the kids." "Yeah, I get it, but he should have discussed it with me." "You're not mistaken, but remember who we're talking about. This is Thomas Morris. He's not one to initiate conversations. He's all about taking action. Doing. In his world, that's how things get accomplished. He's not your average guy, Hera. If you're looking for someone who communicates openly, Thomas isn't the right person for you. He's a man of action. He acts before he speaks, and you need to be prepared for that."

I didn’t even know the man personally, and yet, here I was, dreading even meeting him. “But there is something that you are going to need to know if you are to be an ally, Donatello.” Alessandro said, looking out the window as the plane touched the ground. My heart raced, and I watched as my mate stood on his feet, hanging up before the door opened. The fact that the pilot didn’t even taxi, and I knew that it was because of the men who were waiting for him. A man entered, the scar on his face was one that made my stomach churn. His tattoos could be seen on his hand, and I raised an eyebrow when Alessandro extended his hand to shake.