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THE BATTLE OF LIBERTY CITY
A GTA3 YARN
BY JayJay Bakes
PART 1 HOME
Sonny Leone had lived most of his life in Liberty City. Although the last fours years of them had been spent in Vice City and he was more widely known there then in Liberty, this was his true home. He had been born here; this is where he had been raised, where he had learned the street life. He had made great friends here, had spent great years. Now, the time in Vice City was great, no mistake, but this is where it had all began. This is where he had learned and grown. This, Liberty City, was Sonny Leone's home.
Stepping off the plane, Sonny smiled, feeling a thunder deep inside him rumble as he looked out onto the fair city once more. This was only Shoreside, not his father's territory, but it was still part of Liberty City, still as beautiful to Sonny. His father, Salvatore Leone, had owned a portion of Portland Island, Saint Marks, which sat high above the other parts of city. Salvatore's small mansion was located on a breezy cliff, overlooking the southern coast of Portland beach, a place Sonny often loved to stay, looking out into the amazing deep blue ocean, letting the cool breeze massage his face.
Sonny Leone was generally handsome; a medium-sized man who looked more American then he did Italian, even though both of his parents were full- bleed Italians. His short brown hair was no longer curly; instead it was long and slicked back, making him look even more Italian. People often referred to him as very sharp looking, his body a bit skinny yet taught with muscle and his shoulders almost curved upwards, as if they had points. Women had often adored Sonny, and he had always had his share of women available to him. He never met anyone he truly took a great interest in, only physical attractions he returned when a women glared his way. He had seen a few girls longer then others, but never had found any love or someone he wanted to marry, something his father often wanted him and his brother, Joey, to do.
As he walked away from the still alive plane, he saw two men walking toward him. Both looked almost identical, yet both did not look like the normal Italian muscle his father had so often used. They had heavy middles, and huge arms; their faces were recently shaven and their hair slicked back, but Sonny could see something was wrong with them. He stopped walking, and watched them as they walked toward him, staring directly at him. Sonny stuffed his hands in the pockets of the long trench coat he wore over his blue suit. He had brought no gun. Didn't want the hassle going through the airport security. He was in a rush.
"Mr. Leone?" The first of the two men asked, his voice rough. Sonny eyed him as the man continued. "We're here to pick you up, Sir." He motioned behind him, toward the black sentinel that sat a few feet away from them, with another man standing beside it, by the driver's side. Sonny looked past the two men at the third, then looked back at the two men and nodded to each of them. They nodded in return and raised their arms for him to pass. He huddled his shoulders and walked slowly past them, his hands deep in their pockets. A faint smile hung on his face.
They sat him in the back, with one man beside him and the other getting in shotgun. The driver reversed a bit then turned toward the entrance of the airport and accelerated. Sonny licked his teeth with his tongue and looked over at the man beside him. Emmediently, the man turned away and looked out the window. Sonny looked in the rearview mirror and saw the driver constantly glancing at him, then back at the road. He sighed and looked out the window.
Sonny had killed many men in his lifetime. The first man he ever killed was an old restaurant owner who beat up his brother Joey in front of him and then threatened to call the police on them for breaking into the shop to grab a meal when none of the cooks were looking. Sonny took him from behind and stabbed him in the gut with a switchblade he had received from one of his father's men. He was twelve years old at the time. At first the act didn't mean anything to him, all he cared about was helping his brother. He had great love for his brother who had become his best friend growing up in Liberty and despised seeing him hurt. Only after they had run away and he saw the look on Joey's face as he stared at him afterward did he realize what he had done. It still did not bother him much. When he was seventeen he shot his first man with a .45 at least four times. Again, he was protecting Joey. By the time he was nineteen, he had killed two more men, but none of them meant anything to him. He killed over fourteen men during his time in Vice City and most of that was in battles in the streets that occurred. Some of the kills he hadn't even known he had done, just firing blindly into a crowd. But most of them he knew he did, and remembered almost everyday. It was how he made a name for himself in Vice City. He never mentioned to anyone that he was the son of Don Salvatore Leone. He wanted to start a life on his own and had to kill in order for that life to work. It didn't bother him, it was all for his life, for his dream.
Sonny looked over at the man sitting beside him. The man saw Sonny's reflection in his window and turned to him. Sonny's elbow jabbed into the man's face, cracking his nose. As the man screamed in agony, Sonny reached under the man's jacket and produced the .45 he had been hiding in a shoulder holster. The man-riding shotgun had already fumbled to produce his weapon, but just as his hand grasped the handle of his gun, he felt the muzzle of Sonny's gun press against his head. The man froze, thinking Sonny would hold him hostage and then felt the roar of heat envelope his face and he lost consciousness. As he faded out, he heard the last shot and died.
The driver slumped forward, squishing against the remains of his head that splashed onto the steering wheel. The car coasted forward, out the airport and across the street he would have turned on. It slowly rolled up a small hill and crashed into a short wall. There it finally stopped.
Sonny opened the door and pushed the body of the man who was riding shotgun out. It slumped to the grass and Sonny stepped over it, throwing the gun into the back seat and reaching down to the dead man on the ground. He took the gun from the dead man and then walked around the car and took the clip of the driver's gun. He looked about as some people began to form around him. For a moment Sonny stared at them and saw that they were more interested in the car wreck then in Sonny himself. He smiled and slipped the gun into the back of his belt and the put the clip in his trench coat pocket.
With no one paying attention to him, Sonny walked back into the airport, walked down the small road toward the parking lot. He jumped over the long red and white pole that blocked the way for cars to enter and walked toward a blue Infernus that sat in the middle of the parking lot. Other cars surrounded it spaces away: a Kuruma, a Landstalker, even a blue Sentinel, yet the lot was basically empty. Sonny wasn't surprised that the door was open and started the car. His brother Joey, who had a love for cars that almost surpassed his love for family, had taught him this delicate skill.
With the butt of his gun, Sonny slammed the steering column. After a repeated bashing, he twisted two wires out of the column and touched the wires to each other. The car roared to life. He leaned back in the seat and threw the gun on the passenger seat, and then grasped the steering wheel with both hands. He suddenly stopped and looked up, seeing the enormous storm clouds in the air above them. It would rain soon, Sonny could see, and he smiled once again.
He drove out the parking lot, smashing the pole, and turned left, going down the small road out the entrance of the airport. He turned left at the street and then right, going up a small hill and as he passed it, Sonny turned his face toward the crashed car, seeing the driver still slumped against the steering wheel. He stopped at the red light of the intersection then turned right as it flashed green. As he headed toward the Shoreside Lift Bridge, he heard and saw the ambulance driving across toward the wreck. He turned off and headed down into the Porter Tunnel.
As Sonny drove through the tunnel, thoughts raced through his head. He had the strong feeling that it was the Triads who had picked him up. There had always been a deep feud with the Triads and his family, mostly brought out by Toni Capriani, the head of the Capriani, who worked for his father. Tony had a deep seeded hatred for the Triads ever since he suspected they had something to do with his father's death, even though the doctors had ruled a heart attack due to stress. Sonny thought for a moment of who had known of his arrival. As far as he could tell it was only Joey, who had sent him the letter to come as soon as possible. Would Joey betray him? He grimaced; thinking if it was true but then shook his head, knowing there was no way that his brother would betray him. He took a deep breath and turned right at the intersection in the tunnel, heading toward Portland.
He wondered for a moment where he should go. He wanted to see his brother first, to talk with him. Then he would go to the mansion, or perhaps go see Luigi at his club, if he still owned it. He thought for a moment to go see Toni, but something in his gut told him not to. Perhaps it was because he had never liked Toni growing up, only showing respect toward him when he had to.
As he exited the tunnel, he accelerated up the hill, passing many cars. It reminded him of his constant joy riding when he used to live here, racing with his brother. They had always said that weaving in and out of the cars was part of the challenge. He smiled again, as he drove over the bridge and drove down the hill, stopping at a red, into Hepburn Heights.
Joey and Sonny were twin brothers, both born strong and fierce. Their parents were proud of their boys, both happy with them. Joey and Sonny looked very alike, though Joey was heavier and his face was harder. Sonny was thinner then his brother and looked just like him yet his face was smoother and more attractive. Sonny and Joey were the closest of brothers, since they were young. They were both almost exactly alike, and enjoyed spending time with each other then any of their friends. They would pull pranks, play at the beach, try to steal cars, whatever was fun to them. Working together, they soon began to pull jobs for their father. They knew well their father's business, had grown up around it, and when they were older they wanted to be part of it. By the time they were eighteen, they were famous for the amount of cars they had heisted together, one of Joey's amazing skills. They were a perfect team and soon moved up in the family business. The only thing that ever came between them was the debate on who would become the next Don after the old man had died or retired. All eyes were at Sonny, who all felt was more qualified and much more leadership to him. Joey wanted to be the Don more then Sonny and Sonny was willing to let him have it, but then all things changed.
Sonny was rumored to be involved with the Don's main girl, Maria. Sonny denied the allegations but the Don didn't believe his son. It was all a ploy Maria was playing to make the Don angry, something she enjoyed. In the quick temper he was famous for, the Don banished Sonny and kicked him out of Liberty City. Joey was greatly angered by this and sought out the real story, pleading with his father to let Sonny return. Sonny had gone to Vice City, a place he had wanted to go when he was young. The Don found out the real story about his son and, thanks to Joey, ordered for his son to return to Liberty. But Sonny did not return, he disappeared from the Don and none of his men could find him. The only one who knew of Sonny's whereabouts was Joey and Joey sent letters to him every month, telling him what was happening in Liberty and pleading for him to return. Sonny savored the letters yet told his loving brother that he could not to return to a father who would had judged him so quickly and rashly and never see that his son loved him and was loyal to him. Joey tried numerous times but understood his brother and let him go. The letters still continued until Joey finally sent a letter telling Sonny that their father had been shot and killed. After receiving this letter, Sonny was on a plane in an hour on his way to Liberty.
Sonny had always loved his father and had been totally loyal to him. He had killed men for even insulting his father, and had no regrets about it. He thought his father was a great man growing up, and enjoyed spending time with him. Salvatore was a very wise man and often gave advice to both his sons. Salvatore did not like either son more, but as time progressed, he took more interest in Sonny for he had become quite a leader working among the men. When family problems arose, Sonny was always involved and often gave quick and excellent strategies to help the situation. Joey did not have his brother's smarts but always helped out whatever way he could, which most of the time had to do with cars.
Sonny drove down the road, stopping at the next red. As he stopped, a voice beside him called out "Did you see that, Marie?" Sonny looked over and saw an elderly woman in a pink sweater walking alone. He smiled to himself. The light turned green and he drove on into the Red Light District. This was Luigi's turf, and this brought a smile to Sonny's face.
Luigi was always a true friend to Sonny and Joey. Although he was five years older then both of them, they acted the same age, and enjoyed each other's company greatly. Luigi's business was women, and he had opened a club called 'Sex Club 7.' It brought in loads of money for the Don and for Luigi and before everyone knew it Luigi became stinking rich. He shared his wealth with Joey and Sonny and they often visited the club, playing with the girls. The girls loved having Joey and Sonny there and often fought one another on who would be with them that night. Sonny and Joey laughed it all up, and Luigi enjoyed making his friends happy. When Sonny was banished, Luigi helped along with Joey to get the Don to take Sonny back. Sonny did not realize how much he had missed his friend.
He drove the Infernus up to another red light. As he stopped, he noticed the other cars around him. Three of them were Diablo Stallions. His jaw muscle rippled. He squeezed the wheel. He drove through, as it turned green, straight into another red. As they stopped, a hooker walked up to the window of the car in front of him. Sonny watched as the girl went to work, remembering how the city had changed so much, and yet stayed the same.
Just then, the car beside the car in front of him had a Triad hood step up to the window. Sonny remembered just what they looked like. The hood opened the door of Diablo Stallion and pulled the driver out. He slammed a bat down into the man, just as gunshots rang out. The hooker ran. The Triad dropped. The other Diablos jumped out their cars and shot toward more approaching Triad hoods. The car in front of him peeled out, and Sonny drove behind it, leaving the scene of violence behind him. On the streets around him, no one cared. No one looked or screamed, they just kept walking. This was Liberty City.
Sonny turned left, going up the hill and then turned right at the intersection, into Portland View. He drove down the road, past the police station. He took the curve with ease and stopped at the light. He recognized the area all too easy, Chinatown. He turned right at the green, and then down to the Callahan Bridge intersection. He went through the green, and turned left into Trenton. Rolling through the curves with ease, he came to a four-way intersection and turned left, then came to red light at another four-way intersection. He smiled. Across from him, to his left, he saw the garage with a sign above it that read: "JOEY"S AUTO PAINTING. INSURANCE REPAIRS." With no cars behind him, Sonny reversed the car and turned into a small parking lot, directly across from the garage. He parked into the closest spot then turned the car off, switching off the lights.
He remembered back to three years before he left Liberty. Joey had just got the place, and Sonny and Luigi helped him build it up. Joey was so happy, it had been a dream of his. Sonny often slept over there, sleeping on the back office couch while he got drunk and partied with his brother, inviting girls in and spending the night with them. The old times, Sonny sighed.
He had been sitting in the car for about two hours when the door to the shop opened. Out stepped a pretty girl, a bit chunky, dressed like a hooker. She jumped up as she walked out the door as her butt was pinched. Sonny smiled and watched as the girl turned and pushed whoever had done it back, then turned and walked away, as if nothing had happened. He watched her for a moment as she disappeared around the corner of the garage.
Sonny got out the car and shut the door behind him. He jumped over the small barrier then walked across the street. As he did, someone around him said, "You got any bright ideas what ta' say?" As Sonny made it across the rode another voice yelled, "My mother's my sister!" Sonny could not tell if this was a reply to the previous remark and then he thought of where was and smiled.
He opened the door and found Joey working under one of the cars. He was mumbling to himself, something he often did Sonny remembered, as he reached out and grabbed a wrench. Sonny could see that he was a little heavier then the last time he had seen him, but still had the form he had had all his life. Joey called from under the car, "We're closed, buddy." His voice was rough and hard, and Sonny felt the difference, knowing his brother had changed.
"Joey." He said, almost as if he hadn't meant to, like it had slipped. He saw Joey freeze under the car and then roll out, looking up with wide eyes.
"Holy shit." He said, looking at his brother. For a moment they stared at one another then Joey's face began to shake a bit, like he was on the verge of crying. Then he raised his hand and Sonny took it, pulling him up. He pulled him to him and they embraced in a huge bear hug. They hugged each other for what seemed like a minute, and then looked at each other, still in each other's arms.
"God, Joey." Sonny bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.
"Sonny." Joey replied, smiling at him. They stared at each other for another moment then hugged again. "Man, I missed ya."
"Me too, Joey." Sonny said, his voice muffled by his brother's shoulder. They looked at each other again.
"It's been a long time." Joey smiled. "You still look great."
They both laughed. Sonny smiled and patted his brother's cheeks, "You look great, too."
After a moment they sat down at a couch in the garage and Joey produced two beers. He handed one to Sonny. "How was the flight in?"
"Aw shitty, you know these airports." Sonny smiled, taking a swig of his beer. Joey smiled as he sat across from him. "I almost got hit, though."
He watched Joey freeze, stopping just before he sat down. He looked up at him and Sonny saw the mixture of shock and anger on his face. "What?" He sat down.
Sonny went on to tell the story and how he had figured them to be Triads. They debated on whom possibly could have known about this and Joey confessed that he had told Luigi and Toni of Sonny's arrival. There was no way the Triads could have known, yet Sonny suspected Toni.
"C'mon, Toni hates the Triads more then all of us." Joey said.
"Maybe not him," Sonny placed his empty bottle down on the ground. "But one of his people."
"Geez, I don't know." Joey placed his bottle down too. "Things have been getting pretty ugly with the Triads."
Sonny suddenly looked his brother directly in the eyes. Joey looked up. "Joey," Sonny said slowly. "Who got Pop?"
Joey stared at him for a moment then leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"His name on the street is, well they call 'em 'The Ghost.' Mainly, because no one knows his name or anything about him. Some people know what he looks like, I mean, hell, I even talked to him a couple times; he pulled some jobs for me. I always remembered one thing about him, though. He never talked. Not one word. Maybe he was mute or something, but this guy never said a word, just nodded over and over.
"You remember that black kid, Eight ball? He's the one that did all the explosives and shit. Yeah, well, he got busted a while ago and this 'Ghost' guy was in the same police van with him when he was being transported to the joint. Now, what I heard was that some Cartel boss was in the van with them and the Cartel had a plan to get him out. They blew up the bridge and got the boss out, leaving the van wide open. So, Eight ball escaped in this car but his hands were all fucked up from the explosion that he had the Ghost guy drive him. They went to Luigi's and he gave 'em some work. Ghost did a couple jobs for Luigi and Luigi hired him as some new muscle, even had 'em shacked up down near his club, in the Red Light District.
"So, I was talking to Luigi and he tells me about this new guy he hired. So, the Ghost comes by the garage and drops off Misty for me one time. She's this girl I got on the side right now, pretty regular.
"Yeah, I saw her before when she left." Sonny said.
Joey nodded, almost smiling. "So this guy comes in the garage and he looked just like a normal guy, nothing special about him at all. But then, I look at this fella's eyes, and man, they were dark, as black as the sky. Gave me the creeps almost. So, he started doing some jobs for me, and he was good at his job. He was so good in fact he killed more guys in the time he was working for us, like any other hood we ever hired. The son of a bitch almost took out the Forreli Brothers hoods that tried to whack him, all by himself. So, this kid was working full time and by that time, Toni came by the garage and met this guy. He had him help out with some shootings. I heard the guy was great at it. There was even a rumor going around that he was doing other jobs for the Diablos and had taken out twenty or so Triads by himself with a flamethrower. I don't know if it's true, but it's what I heard.
"After a doing a whole lot of jobs for all of us, he got introduced to Pop. Pop liked him a lot, thought he was great at his job. Even had him do some jobs for him. It seemed like the kid was gonna' get made, and then, well, the shit hit the fan."
"Pop found out that the kid was banging Maria on the side. This pissed off Pop and he set up a car to blow the kid up, but Maria, the stupid broad, warned the kid and they got away. Last I heard they joined with the Yakusa on Staunton Island. I didn't hear much about him after that, but the word was that the Ghost did jobs for just about everyone, and was becoming more and more known on the streets. There was even a rumor going around that he worked for Donald Love.
"Before all that though, Pop sent out loads of guys to take this kid out, but every guy he sent out got killed. The Ghost was good and we never even touched him. Before we knew it, Pop was shot while coming out Luigi's joint, right in the head. It was sniper rifle, we found out afterward, and even though no one saw him, we all knew who the shooter was."
"Is this guy still alive?" Sonny asked, breaking the long chorus of Joey's voice.
"Yeah, so we hear. He's still out there. Latest rumor on the streets is he took out the Cartel all by himself up in Shoreside."
"Bullshit." Sonny muttered.
"Naw, man, this guy is good. I believe it. They call him the Ghost cause anyone who sees him either gets killed, or doesn't see him ever again."
They talked for another hour about current things going on. There was an off and on war going on with the Triads, same kind of stuff that always was happening but more and more people getting killed. Joey said that Toni was pretty much in charge of business and all followed under him. Things had been working out fine, but lately, the Triads were gaining the upper hand.
They decided to go to Luigi's club and spend the night there, Joey said he had been staying at the garage for the longest time, didn't want to go near his old apartment. They walked outside and took a blue Kuruma Joey had parked in the back. Joey said it was for protection because in the recent months, many of the sentinels on the streets were getting shot at more and more but the same thing was happening with the Triad fish trucks.
As they drove to the casino, Sonny kept quiet. He let his brother do the talking and watched him from the corner of his eye. His brother had changed, Sonny could see. He no longer was jovial and pulling jokes like he used to, now he was more like the old man. Sonny wondered if it was everything going on that had effected this change in his brother, but he felt that his brother had grown in the four years they had been separated, and had missed being here even more.
Joey had noticed the same change in his brother. Although he had expected a great change in his brother, he did not expected what he saw. The change in physical look he noticed, but there was something more about him now that he had never seen before. Sonny was now closed, not as open as he usually was. Of course, he had been happy and jovial to see his brother again, yet Sonny looked like there was something deep inside him, something he was hiding and he would never let loose. Like he was thinking things in his head even while Joey was talking to him. Sonny was smarter, Joey could see, but what he really saw, was the Sonny was scarier.
Luigi had thrown up his arms and screamed, his eyes wide and his mouth turned upwards in a clownish smile that betrayed his tough man image. "Son of 'a bitch! Sonny, you look great!" He yelled, as if almost scolding him. They embraced and Luigi patted his back. "It's good to see you again, Sonny. It's been too long."
"Good to see ya', Lu." Sonny replied, smiling at his old friend. They walked into the club and many of the girls immediately stared at Sonny, some of them smiling in recognition.
"Got a bunch a' new girls since you been gone," Luigi called back behind him over the thumping techno beat that pulsed in the club hall. "But some of 'em are still here as you can see." He smiled and pointed to different girls walking around the hall. "Lucy, Jenny, Uma, all the good ones are still here." He stopped and turned around, leaning closer to them so they could hear him. "You guys go upstairs, I'll be up in second, ok?" He smiled as the lights flashed before his face and then walked briskly past them. Sonny and Joey looked at one another then admired the sights for a bit longer, then walked up to Luigi's suite above the club.
Luigi arrived minutes later. "Whoa," He smiled to himself as he walked past them sitting on his leather couches. "Sonny, you gonna' have some fun tonight. A lot of the girls are asking for ya'." He walked to the small bar at the back wall of his suite and called out, "What you guys drinking?"
They both ordered anisette, a popular Sicilian drink, which warmed their insides and cooled them down at the same time. They leaned back in the leather couches and talked for two hours on the current affairs of this evening. Luigi was as shocked and angered by the news of the near-hit on Sonny as Joey had been told, that he almost through his empty glass across the room. He did not believe it could somehow involve Toni. Sonny said this was only a suspicion and that they would not move on anything until the next day. Luigi agreed to let Sonny and Joey stay at his place and offered his guest room to Sonny and his couch to Joey, who took it with a smile.
The next day, Sonny and Joey, accompanied by two of Joey's bodyguards, ventured to Toni's restaurant in Saint Marks. It was called 'Momma's Restaurante' and served the best Italian dishes in all of Liberty City.
Toni Capriani hugged Sonny fatherly and said, "It's good to see ya', kid." Toni was now respected as the new boss of the Leone Family, not that he was more respected by anyone, he just had more power and so far Joey had not been stepping up in his duties as the next Don. Nothing had been said about this, it just happened and had been running fine.
Toni had two guards behind him as he spoke to Sonny and Joey and then motioned for a table to be freed for them. The sat on the porch section of the restaurant and Toni offered them dishes of freshly cooked Lasagna which Sonny refused and then so did Joey. Toni brought out a glass of wine and poured them some, and then began asking Sonny how he was and what he had been up to. Sonny replied with as little information as possible, blowing off the questions with a smile, to which Toni laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"Toni," Sonny's voice changed. "We need to talk about something important." Toni caught the look on Sonny's face and waved his men away, who walked to the entrance of the restaurant and stood there. Sonny continued, "When I arrived yesterday, I was almost hit by some men who pretended to be men sent to pick me up." Toni did not react right away to this, instead waited as Sonny continued. "I had to take them out. From what I suspect, they were Triads. Now, I've spoken to both Lu and Joey about this and we don't know what to think."
After Sonny had finished Toni leaned back and looked away, biting his lip. He cursed and at the same time slammed his fist down onto the table. Some of the guests about them turned and looked at them, then went back to their meals.
Toni leaned forward. "I was suspecting something like this. Sooner or later." He looked about then looked straight at Sonny and Joey. "I got this new guy, been working for me about a month or so. He's a good kid, does what he's told. But lately, it's like he doesn't care anymore. He's been acting like I'm not his boss, like the things I tell him to do are, I don't know, chores, like a child." Toni took a sip of his wine to calm himself down. "I got suspicious so I had some of my men check him out. I got him shacked up in this apartment building up by the old man's old house. This kid had more stereo and game equipment up there then any of the men I ever had. He's getting a cut on the side from somebody and judging from the area, I'd say it was Triads."
"How he'd know about Sonny though?" Joey said. "I only told you and Luigi."
Toni looked down and thought for a moment, then he pointed at Joey. "I got it! When you told me, that same day I had the kid pull a robbery for me on one of the Triad laundry shops. He had to come to me first before he pulled it off. He must have been waiting by us and heard the whole thing. Holy shit!" Toni stood up.
Toni said that they should go over to the kid's place right then and after a moment, Sonny agreed. They got in a small black Sentinel with Toni's best bodyguard driving, Toni in shot gun and Joey and Sonny in the back. They drove up the hill and parked in the street. Toni was fuming when he got out the car and rushed forward toward the apartment building and his bodyguard ran to keep up.
The bodyguard opened the door and the kid looked up from his wide screen TV, looking back and stood up when he saw Toni walk in. Toni began to yell at the kid. What happen next was horrible. After smashing the kid's TV, Toni began to beat the kid, hitting him repeatedly everywhere except the face. He needed him to talk. The kid's left arm cracked when Toni slammed his hard boot into it and the kid screamed, which echoed in the room. By this time, Sonny had walked into the room. Joey followed behind but was still in the hallway when the first shots rang out.
Sonny saw the Triads for a split second out of the corner of his eye, holding Uzies and aiming them forward. "TONI!!" He screamed.
The Triads laughed as they fired, holding down the vibrating triggers until the clips emptied.
END OF PART 1
To Be Continued.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, that's the first part of the chronicle of Sonny Leone, Paisans! Hoped it was enjoyed! I know it's pretty long, but hey, a story is a commitment! But stay on, Paisans; it's only going to get better! Oh, yeah, much better! Send me some reviews if you wish, it would be appreciated! So, spread the word: Sonny Leone is back in Liberty City! (I really mean, tell your friends there's this cool story and they should read it!) Laters! See ya' in Part 2!
Shout out to all my buddies out there.
THE BATTLE OF LIBERTY CITY
A GTA3 YARN
BY JayJay Bakes
PART 1 HOME
Sonny Leone had lived most of his life in Liberty City. Although the last fours years of them had been spent in Vice City and he was more widely known there then in Liberty, this was his true home. He had been born here; this is where he had been raised, where he had learned the street life. He had made great friends here, had spent great years. Now, the time in Vice City was great, no mistake, but this is where it had all began. This is where he had learned and grown. This, Liberty City, was Sonny Leone's home.
Stepping off the plane, Sonny smiled, feeling a thunder deep inside him rumble as he looked out onto the fair city once more. This was only Shoreside, not his father's territory, but it was still part of Liberty City, still as beautiful to Sonny. His father, Salvatore Leone, had owned a portion of Portland Island, Saint Marks, which sat high above the other parts of city. Salvatore's small mansion was located on a breezy cliff, overlooking the southern coast of Portland beach, a place Sonny often loved to stay, looking out into the amazing deep blue ocean, letting the cool breeze massage his face.
Sonny Leone was generally handsome; a medium-sized man who looked more American then he did Italian, even though both of his parents were full- bleed Italians. His short brown hair was no longer curly; instead it was long and slicked back, making him look even more Italian. People often referred to him as very sharp looking, his body a bit skinny yet taught with muscle and his shoulders almost curved upwards, as if they had points. Women had often adored Sonny, and he had always had his share of women available to him. He never met anyone he truly took a great interest in, only physical attractions he returned when a women glared his way. He had seen a few girls longer then others, but never had found any love or someone he wanted to marry, something his father often wanted him and his brother, Joey, to do.
As he walked away from the still alive plane, he saw two men walking toward him. Both looked almost identical, yet both did not look like the normal Italian muscle his father had so often used. They had heavy middles, and huge arms; their faces were recently shaven and their hair slicked back, but Sonny could see something was wrong with them. He stopped walking, and watched them as they walked toward him, staring directly at him. Sonny stuffed his hands in the pockets of the long trench coat he wore over his blue suit. He had brought no gun. Didn't want the hassle going through the airport security. He was in a rush.
"Mr. Leone?" The first of the two men asked, his voice rough. Sonny eyed him as the man continued. "We're here to pick you up, Sir." He motioned behind him, toward the black sentinel that sat a few feet away from them, with another man standing beside it, by the driver's side. Sonny looked past the two men at the third, then looked back at the two men and nodded to each of them. They nodded in return and raised their arms for him to pass. He huddled his shoulders and walked slowly past them, his hands deep in their pockets. A faint smile hung on his face.
They sat him in the back, with one man beside him and the other getting in shotgun. The driver reversed a bit then turned toward the entrance of the airport and accelerated. Sonny licked his teeth with his tongue and looked over at the man beside him. Emmediently, the man turned away and looked out the window. Sonny looked in the rearview mirror and saw the driver constantly glancing at him, then back at the road. He sighed and looked out the window.
Sonny had killed many men in his lifetime. The first man he ever killed was an old restaurant owner who beat up his brother Joey in front of him and then threatened to call the police on them for breaking into the shop to grab a meal when none of the cooks were looking. Sonny took him from behind and stabbed him in the gut with a switchblade he had received from one of his father's men. He was twelve years old at the time. At first the act didn't mean anything to him, all he cared about was helping his brother. He had great love for his brother who had become his best friend growing up in Liberty and despised seeing him hurt. Only after they had run away and he saw the look on Joey's face as he stared at him afterward did he realize what he had done. It still did not bother him much. When he was seventeen he shot his first man with a .45 at least four times. Again, he was protecting Joey. By the time he was nineteen, he had killed two more men, but none of them meant anything to him. He killed over fourteen men during his time in Vice City and most of that was in battles in the streets that occurred. Some of the kills he hadn't even known he had done, just firing blindly into a crowd. But most of them he knew he did, and remembered almost everyday. It was how he made a name for himself in Vice City. He never mentioned to anyone that he was the son of Don Salvatore Leone. He wanted to start a life on his own and had to kill in order for that life to work. It didn't bother him, it was all for his life, for his dream.
Sonny looked over at the man sitting beside him. The man saw Sonny's reflection in his window and turned to him. Sonny's elbow jabbed into the man's face, cracking his nose. As the man screamed in agony, Sonny reached under the man's jacket and produced the .45 he had been hiding in a shoulder holster. The man-riding shotgun had already fumbled to produce his weapon, but just as his hand grasped the handle of his gun, he felt the muzzle of Sonny's gun press against his head. The man froze, thinking Sonny would hold him hostage and then felt the roar of heat envelope his face and he lost consciousness. As he faded out, he heard the last shot and died.
The driver slumped forward, squishing against the remains of his head that splashed onto the steering wheel. The car coasted forward, out the airport and across the street he would have turned on. It slowly rolled up a small hill and crashed into a short wall. There it finally stopped.
Sonny opened the door and pushed the body of the man who was riding shotgun out. It slumped to the grass and Sonny stepped over it, throwing the gun into the back seat and reaching down to the dead man on the ground. He took the gun from the dead man and then walked around the car and took the clip of the driver's gun. He looked about as some people began to form around him. For a moment Sonny stared at them and saw that they were more interested in the car wreck then in Sonny himself. He smiled and slipped the gun into the back of his belt and the put the clip in his trench coat pocket.
With no one paying attention to him, Sonny walked back into the airport, walked down the small road toward the parking lot. He jumped over the long red and white pole that blocked the way for cars to enter and walked toward a blue Infernus that sat in the middle of the parking lot. Other cars surrounded it spaces away: a Kuruma, a Landstalker, even a blue Sentinel, yet the lot was basically empty. Sonny wasn't surprised that the door was open and started the car. His brother Joey, who had a love for cars that almost surpassed his love for family, had taught him this delicate skill.
With the butt of his gun, Sonny slammed the steering column. After a repeated bashing, he twisted two wires out of the column and touched the wires to each other. The car roared to life. He leaned back in the seat and threw the gun on the passenger seat, and then grasped the steering wheel with both hands. He suddenly stopped and looked up, seeing the enormous storm clouds in the air above them. It would rain soon, Sonny could see, and he smiled once again.
He drove out the parking lot, smashing the pole, and turned left, going down the small road out the entrance of the airport. He turned left at the street and then right, going up a small hill and as he passed it, Sonny turned his face toward the crashed car, seeing the driver still slumped against the steering wheel. He stopped at the red light of the intersection then turned right as it flashed green. As he headed toward the Shoreside Lift Bridge, he heard and saw the ambulance driving across toward the wreck. He turned off and headed down into the Porter Tunnel.
As Sonny drove through the tunnel, thoughts raced through his head. He had the strong feeling that it was the Triads who had picked him up. There had always been a deep feud with the Triads and his family, mostly brought out by Toni Capriani, the head of the Capriani, who worked for his father. Tony had a deep seeded hatred for the Triads ever since he suspected they had something to do with his father's death, even though the doctors had ruled a heart attack due to stress. Sonny thought for a moment of who had known of his arrival. As far as he could tell it was only Joey, who had sent him the letter to come as soon as possible. Would Joey betray him? He grimaced; thinking if it was true but then shook his head, knowing there was no way that his brother would betray him. He took a deep breath and turned right at the intersection in the tunnel, heading toward Portland.
He wondered for a moment where he should go. He wanted to see his brother first, to talk with him. Then he would go to the mansion, or perhaps go see Luigi at his club, if he still owned it. He thought for a moment to go see Toni, but something in his gut told him not to. Perhaps it was because he had never liked Toni growing up, only showing respect toward him when he had to.
As he exited the tunnel, he accelerated up the hill, passing many cars. It reminded him of his constant joy riding when he used to live here, racing with his brother. They had always said that weaving in and out of the cars was part of the challenge. He smiled again, as he drove over the bridge and drove down the hill, stopping at a red, into Hepburn Heights.
Joey and Sonny were twin brothers, both born strong and fierce. Their parents were proud of their boys, both happy with them. Joey and Sonny looked very alike, though Joey was heavier and his face was harder. Sonny was thinner then his brother and looked just like him yet his face was smoother and more attractive. Sonny and Joey were the closest of brothers, since they were young. They were both almost exactly alike, and enjoyed spending time with each other then any of their friends. They would pull pranks, play at the beach, try to steal cars, whatever was fun to them. Working together, they soon began to pull jobs for their father. They knew well their father's business, had grown up around it, and when they were older they wanted to be part of it. By the time they were eighteen, they were famous for the amount of cars they had heisted together, one of Joey's amazing skills. They were a perfect team and soon moved up in the family business. The only thing that ever came between them was the debate on who would become the next Don after the old man had died or retired. All eyes were at Sonny, who all felt was more qualified and much more leadership to him. Joey wanted to be the Don more then Sonny and Sonny was willing to let him have it, but then all things changed.
Sonny was rumored to be involved with the Don's main girl, Maria. Sonny denied the allegations but the Don didn't believe his son. It was all a ploy Maria was playing to make the Don angry, something she enjoyed. In the quick temper he was famous for, the Don banished Sonny and kicked him out of Liberty City. Joey was greatly angered by this and sought out the real story, pleading with his father to let Sonny return. Sonny had gone to Vice City, a place he had wanted to go when he was young. The Don found out the real story about his son and, thanks to Joey, ordered for his son to return to Liberty. But Sonny did not return, he disappeared from the Don and none of his men could find him. The only one who knew of Sonny's whereabouts was Joey and Joey sent letters to him every month, telling him what was happening in Liberty and pleading for him to return. Sonny savored the letters yet told his loving brother that he could not to return to a father who would had judged him so quickly and rashly and never see that his son loved him and was loyal to him. Joey tried numerous times but understood his brother and let him go. The letters still continued until Joey finally sent a letter telling Sonny that their father had been shot and killed. After receiving this letter, Sonny was on a plane in an hour on his way to Liberty.
Sonny had always loved his father and had been totally loyal to him. He had killed men for even insulting his father, and had no regrets about it. He thought his father was a great man growing up, and enjoyed spending time with him. Salvatore was a very wise man and often gave advice to both his sons. Salvatore did not like either son more, but as time progressed, he took more interest in Sonny for he had become quite a leader working among the men. When family problems arose, Sonny was always involved and often gave quick and excellent strategies to help the situation. Joey did not have his brother's smarts but always helped out whatever way he could, which most of the time had to do with cars.
Sonny drove down the road, stopping at the next red. As he stopped, a voice beside him called out "Did you see that, Marie?" Sonny looked over and saw an elderly woman in a pink sweater walking alone. He smiled to himself. The light turned green and he drove on into the Red Light District. This was Luigi's turf, and this brought a smile to Sonny's face.
Luigi was always a true friend to Sonny and Joey. Although he was five years older then both of them, they acted the same age, and enjoyed each other's company greatly. Luigi's business was women, and he had opened a club called 'Sex Club 7.' It brought in loads of money for the Don and for Luigi and before everyone knew it Luigi became stinking rich. He shared his wealth with Joey and Sonny and they often visited the club, playing with the girls. The girls loved having Joey and Sonny there and often fought one another on who would be with them that night. Sonny and Joey laughed it all up, and Luigi enjoyed making his friends happy. When Sonny was banished, Luigi helped along with Joey to get the Don to take Sonny back. Sonny did not realize how much he had missed his friend.
He drove the Infernus up to another red light. As he stopped, he noticed the other cars around him. Three of them were Diablo Stallions. His jaw muscle rippled. He squeezed the wheel. He drove through, as it turned green, straight into another red. As they stopped, a hooker walked up to the window of the car in front of him. Sonny watched as the girl went to work, remembering how the city had changed so much, and yet stayed the same.
Just then, the car beside the car in front of him had a Triad hood step up to the window. Sonny remembered just what they looked like. The hood opened the door of Diablo Stallion and pulled the driver out. He slammed a bat down into the man, just as gunshots rang out. The hooker ran. The Triad dropped. The other Diablos jumped out their cars and shot toward more approaching Triad hoods. The car in front of him peeled out, and Sonny drove behind it, leaving the scene of violence behind him. On the streets around him, no one cared. No one looked or screamed, they just kept walking. This was Liberty City.
Sonny turned left, going up the hill and then turned right at the intersection, into Portland View. He drove down the road, past the police station. He took the curve with ease and stopped at the light. He recognized the area all too easy, Chinatown. He turned right at the green, and then down to the Callahan Bridge intersection. He went through the green, and turned left into Trenton. Rolling through the curves with ease, he came to a four-way intersection and turned left, then came to red light at another four-way intersection. He smiled. Across from him, to his left, he saw the garage with a sign above it that read: "JOEY"S AUTO PAINTING. INSURANCE REPAIRS." With no cars behind him, Sonny reversed the car and turned into a small parking lot, directly across from the garage. He parked into the closest spot then turned the car off, switching off the lights.
He remembered back to three years before he left Liberty. Joey had just got the place, and Sonny and Luigi helped him build it up. Joey was so happy, it had been a dream of his. Sonny often slept over there, sleeping on the back office couch while he got drunk and partied with his brother, inviting girls in and spending the night with them. The old times, Sonny sighed.
He had been sitting in the car for about two hours when the door to the shop opened. Out stepped a pretty girl, a bit chunky, dressed like a hooker. She jumped up as she walked out the door as her butt was pinched. Sonny smiled and watched as the girl turned and pushed whoever had done it back, then turned and walked away, as if nothing had happened. He watched her for a moment as she disappeared around the corner of the garage.
Sonny got out the car and shut the door behind him. He jumped over the small barrier then walked across the street. As he did, someone around him said, "You got any bright ideas what ta' say?" As Sonny made it across the rode another voice yelled, "My mother's my sister!" Sonny could not tell if this was a reply to the previous remark and then he thought of where was and smiled.
He opened the door and found Joey working under one of the cars. He was mumbling to himself, something he often did Sonny remembered, as he reached out and grabbed a wrench. Sonny could see that he was a little heavier then the last time he had seen him, but still had the form he had had all his life. Joey called from under the car, "We're closed, buddy." His voice was rough and hard, and Sonny felt the difference, knowing his brother had changed.
"Joey." He said, almost as if he hadn't meant to, like it had slipped. He saw Joey freeze under the car and then roll out, looking up with wide eyes.
"Holy shit." He said, looking at his brother. For a moment they stared at one another then Joey's face began to shake a bit, like he was on the verge of crying. Then he raised his hand and Sonny took it, pulling him up. He pulled him to him and they embraced in a huge bear hug. They hugged each other for what seemed like a minute, and then looked at each other, still in each other's arms.
"God, Joey." Sonny bit his lip, trying to hold back the tears in his eyes.
"Sonny." Joey replied, smiling at him. They stared at each other for another moment then hugged again. "Man, I missed ya."
"Me too, Joey." Sonny said, his voice muffled by his brother's shoulder. They looked at each other again.
"It's been a long time." Joey smiled. "You still look great."
They both laughed. Sonny smiled and patted his brother's cheeks, "You look great, too."
After a moment they sat down at a couch in the garage and Joey produced two beers. He handed one to Sonny. "How was the flight in?"
"Aw shitty, you know these airports." Sonny smiled, taking a swig of his beer. Joey smiled as he sat across from him. "I almost got hit, though."
He watched Joey freeze, stopping just before he sat down. He looked up at him and Sonny saw the mixture of shock and anger on his face. "What?" He sat down.
Sonny went on to tell the story and how he had figured them to be Triads. They debated on whom possibly could have known about this and Joey confessed that he had told Luigi and Toni of Sonny's arrival. There was no way the Triads could have known, yet Sonny suspected Toni.
"C'mon, Toni hates the Triads more then all of us." Joey said.
"Maybe not him," Sonny placed his empty bottle down on the ground. "But one of his people."
"Geez, I don't know." Joey placed his bottle down too. "Things have been getting pretty ugly with the Triads."
Sonny suddenly looked his brother directly in the eyes. Joey looked up. "Joey," Sonny said slowly. "Who got Pop?"
Joey stared at him for a moment then leaned back in his chair and sighed.
"His name on the street is, well they call 'em 'The Ghost.' Mainly, because no one knows his name or anything about him. Some people know what he looks like, I mean, hell, I even talked to him a couple times; he pulled some jobs for me. I always remembered one thing about him, though. He never talked. Not one word. Maybe he was mute or something, but this guy never said a word, just nodded over and over.
"You remember that black kid, Eight ball? He's the one that did all the explosives and shit. Yeah, well, he got busted a while ago and this 'Ghost' guy was in the same police van with him when he was being transported to the joint. Now, what I heard was that some Cartel boss was in the van with them and the Cartel had a plan to get him out. They blew up the bridge and got the boss out, leaving the van wide open. So, Eight ball escaped in this car but his hands were all fucked up from the explosion that he had the Ghost guy drive him. They went to Luigi's and he gave 'em some work. Ghost did a couple jobs for Luigi and Luigi hired him as some new muscle, even had 'em shacked up down near his club, in the Red Light District.
"So, I was talking to Luigi and he tells me about this new guy he hired. So, the Ghost comes by the garage and drops off Misty for me one time. She's this girl I got on the side right now, pretty regular.
"Yeah, I saw her before when she left." Sonny said.
Joey nodded, almost smiling. "So this guy comes in the garage and he looked just like a normal guy, nothing special about him at all. But then, I look at this fella's eyes, and man, they were dark, as black as the sky. Gave me the creeps almost. So, he started doing some jobs for me, and he was good at his job. He was so good in fact he killed more guys in the time he was working for us, like any other hood we ever hired. The son of a bitch almost took out the Forreli Brothers hoods that tried to whack him, all by himself. So, this kid was working full time and by that time, Toni came by the garage and met this guy. He had him help out with some shootings. I heard the guy was great at it. There was even a rumor going around that he was doing other jobs for the Diablos and had taken out twenty or so Triads by himself with a flamethrower. I don't know if it's true, but it's what I heard.
"After a doing a whole lot of jobs for all of us, he got introduced to Pop. Pop liked him a lot, thought he was great at his job. Even had him do some jobs for him. It seemed like the kid was gonna' get made, and then, well, the shit hit the fan."
"Pop found out that the kid was banging Maria on the side. This pissed off Pop and he set up a car to blow the kid up, but Maria, the stupid broad, warned the kid and they got away. Last I heard they joined with the Yakusa on Staunton Island. I didn't hear much about him after that, but the word was that the Ghost did jobs for just about everyone, and was becoming more and more known on the streets. There was even a rumor going around that he worked for Donald Love.
"Before all that though, Pop sent out loads of guys to take this kid out, but every guy he sent out got killed. The Ghost was good and we never even touched him. Before we knew it, Pop was shot while coming out Luigi's joint, right in the head. It was sniper rifle, we found out afterward, and even though no one saw him, we all knew who the shooter was."
"Is this guy still alive?" Sonny asked, breaking the long chorus of Joey's voice.
"Yeah, so we hear. He's still out there. Latest rumor on the streets is he took out the Cartel all by himself up in Shoreside."
"Bullshit." Sonny muttered.
"Naw, man, this guy is good. I believe it. They call him the Ghost cause anyone who sees him either gets killed, or doesn't see him ever again."
They talked for another hour about current things going on. There was an off and on war going on with the Triads, same kind of stuff that always was happening but more and more people getting killed. Joey said that Toni was pretty much in charge of business and all followed under him. Things had been working out fine, but lately, the Triads were gaining the upper hand.
They decided to go to Luigi's club and spend the night there, Joey said he had been staying at the garage for the longest time, didn't want to go near his old apartment. They walked outside and took a blue Kuruma Joey had parked in the back. Joey said it was for protection because in the recent months, many of the sentinels on the streets were getting shot at more and more but the same thing was happening with the Triad fish trucks.
As they drove to the casino, Sonny kept quiet. He let his brother do the talking and watched him from the corner of his eye. His brother had changed, Sonny could see. He no longer was jovial and pulling jokes like he used to, now he was more like the old man. Sonny wondered if it was everything going on that had effected this change in his brother, but he felt that his brother had grown in the four years they had been separated, and had missed being here even more.
Joey had noticed the same change in his brother. Although he had expected a great change in his brother, he did not expected what he saw. The change in physical look he noticed, but there was something more about him now that he had never seen before. Sonny was now closed, not as open as he usually was. Of course, he had been happy and jovial to see his brother again, yet Sonny looked like there was something deep inside him, something he was hiding and he would never let loose. Like he was thinking things in his head even while Joey was talking to him. Sonny was smarter, Joey could see, but what he really saw, was the Sonny was scarier.
Luigi had thrown up his arms and screamed, his eyes wide and his mouth turned upwards in a clownish smile that betrayed his tough man image. "Son of 'a bitch! Sonny, you look great!" He yelled, as if almost scolding him. They embraced and Luigi patted his back. "It's good to see you again, Sonny. It's been too long."
"Good to see ya', Lu." Sonny replied, smiling at his old friend. They walked into the club and many of the girls immediately stared at Sonny, some of them smiling in recognition.
"Got a bunch a' new girls since you been gone," Luigi called back behind him over the thumping techno beat that pulsed in the club hall. "But some of 'em are still here as you can see." He smiled and pointed to different girls walking around the hall. "Lucy, Jenny, Uma, all the good ones are still here." He stopped and turned around, leaning closer to them so they could hear him. "You guys go upstairs, I'll be up in second, ok?" He smiled as the lights flashed before his face and then walked briskly past them. Sonny and Joey looked at one another then admired the sights for a bit longer, then walked up to Luigi's suite above the club.
Luigi arrived minutes later. "Whoa," He smiled to himself as he walked past them sitting on his leather couches. "Sonny, you gonna' have some fun tonight. A lot of the girls are asking for ya'." He walked to the small bar at the back wall of his suite and called out, "What you guys drinking?"
They both ordered anisette, a popular Sicilian drink, which warmed their insides and cooled them down at the same time. They leaned back in the leather couches and talked for two hours on the current affairs of this evening. Luigi was as shocked and angered by the news of the near-hit on Sonny as Joey had been told, that he almost through his empty glass across the room. He did not believe it could somehow involve Toni. Sonny said this was only a suspicion and that they would not move on anything until the next day. Luigi agreed to let Sonny and Joey stay at his place and offered his guest room to Sonny and his couch to Joey, who took it with a smile.
The next day, Sonny and Joey, accompanied by two of Joey's bodyguards, ventured to Toni's restaurant in Saint Marks. It was called 'Momma's Restaurante' and served the best Italian dishes in all of Liberty City.
Toni Capriani hugged Sonny fatherly and said, "It's good to see ya', kid." Toni was now respected as the new boss of the Leone Family, not that he was more respected by anyone, he just had more power and so far Joey had not been stepping up in his duties as the next Don. Nothing had been said about this, it just happened and had been running fine.
Toni had two guards behind him as he spoke to Sonny and Joey and then motioned for a table to be freed for them. The sat on the porch section of the restaurant and Toni offered them dishes of freshly cooked Lasagna which Sonny refused and then so did Joey. Toni brought out a glass of wine and poured them some, and then began asking Sonny how he was and what he had been up to. Sonny replied with as little information as possible, blowing off the questions with a smile, to which Toni laughed and patted him on the shoulder.
"Toni," Sonny's voice changed. "We need to talk about something important." Toni caught the look on Sonny's face and waved his men away, who walked to the entrance of the restaurant and stood there. Sonny continued, "When I arrived yesterday, I was almost hit by some men who pretended to be men sent to pick me up." Toni did not react right away to this, instead waited as Sonny continued. "I had to take them out. From what I suspect, they were Triads. Now, I've spoken to both Lu and Joey about this and we don't know what to think."
After Sonny had finished Toni leaned back and looked away, biting his lip. He cursed and at the same time slammed his fist down onto the table. Some of the guests about them turned and looked at them, then went back to their meals.
Toni leaned forward. "I was suspecting something like this. Sooner or later." He looked about then looked straight at Sonny and Joey. "I got this new guy, been working for me about a month or so. He's a good kid, does what he's told. But lately, it's like he doesn't care anymore. He's been acting like I'm not his boss, like the things I tell him to do are, I don't know, chores, like a child." Toni took a sip of his wine to calm himself down. "I got suspicious so I had some of my men check him out. I got him shacked up in this apartment building up by the old man's old house. This kid had more stereo and game equipment up there then any of the men I ever had. He's getting a cut on the side from somebody and judging from the area, I'd say it was Triads."
"How he'd know about Sonny though?" Joey said. "I only told you and Luigi."
Toni looked down and thought for a moment, then he pointed at Joey. "I got it! When you told me, that same day I had the kid pull a robbery for me on one of the Triad laundry shops. He had to come to me first before he pulled it off. He must have been waiting by us and heard the whole thing. Holy shit!" Toni stood up.
Toni said that they should go over to the kid's place right then and after a moment, Sonny agreed. They got in a small black Sentinel with Toni's best bodyguard driving, Toni in shot gun and Joey and Sonny in the back. They drove up the hill and parked in the street. Toni was fuming when he got out the car and rushed forward toward the apartment building and his bodyguard ran to keep up.
The bodyguard opened the door and the kid looked up from his wide screen TV, looking back and stood up when he saw Toni walk in. Toni began to yell at the kid. What happen next was horrible. After smashing the kid's TV, Toni began to beat the kid, hitting him repeatedly everywhere except the face. He needed him to talk. The kid's left arm cracked when Toni slammed his hard boot into it and the kid screamed, which echoed in the room. By this time, Sonny had walked into the room. Joey followed behind but was still in the hallway when the first shots rang out.
Sonny saw the Triads for a split second out of the corner of his eye, holding Uzies and aiming them forward. "TONI!!" He screamed.
The Triads laughed as they fired, holding down the vibrating triggers until the clips emptied.
END OF PART 1
To Be Continued.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, that's the first part of the chronicle of Sonny Leone, Paisans! Hoped it was enjoyed! I know it's pretty long, but hey, a story is a commitment! But stay on, Paisans; it's only going to get better! Oh, yeah, much better! Send me some reviews if you wish, it would be appreciated! So, spread the word: Sonny Leone is back in Liberty City! (I really mean, tell your friends there's this cool story and they should read it!) Laters! See ya' in Part 2!