October 2001...
Thunder clapped violently through the dark night skies of Portland, Liberty City. I watched as brief white glow lighted up everything around, standing leaned against windowstill of my "Safehouse" if you could even call it that. It was shithole. Walls were barren, old flea-infested matress was serving as my bed and it was litterally only one room. But it served only for sleep at night and nothing else. Even "Grim Reaper of Liberty City" needed a shut-eye now and then.
I let out sigh as rain became stronger, turning into complete downpour before turning around and sitting on my filthy matress. As i sat down, i reached under it, pulling out the polaroid picture. It showed me and that traitorous whore Catalina. It was dated back to december of '92. As i saw the date, i remembered that evening in Red County when Catalina and that black guy Carl, or something like that went into arguement after he beat us in race. If i was careful back then, i wouldn't be playing errand boy for those Leone greaseballs now.
"Leones" i thought as my mind jumped to meeting i had with the family don, Salvatore only hours earlier. He promised me a bright future in their organization. "You'll be a made man" he said. Did that old bastard really think i was that stupid? I wasn't even an italian. He planned to kill me and i knew it. But he paid big bucks. One more job and he'll have an "accident". I had it all planned already. After that job on tanker i had enough money to go and establish myself somewhere else. But only after i kill Catalina. She has cost me my voice. Small scar on my throat will always remind me of that fact.
As i thought about that, i felt rage. I wanted to grab her and rip her heart out with my bare hands before stitching it back in. And take pleasure in watching her agony. She hasn't deserved any better. She was born as skunk, and i'll make damn sure that she dies like one. As those thoughts made their way into my mind, i ripped photograph that i still held in half and threw it on the ground.
I sighed again and reached under matress, pulling out Beretta 92F handgun. Its metal frame was briefly shined by another lightning which was followed by thunder. As if God Himself felt my lust for revenge against Catalina, how badly i wished to see her burn.
"No matter what it takes, you'll be dead by the end of this month, Catalina. Let the God be my witness. No matter what."THE END