Grand Theft Auto: Vice Aftermath
Sonny fell to the ground, barely alive, surrounded by the bodies of his men. "Don't do it, Tommy. Think of what we've been through, together," Sonny pleaded, the barrel of Spaz-12 pointed toward his head. "You're right, Sonny, after all, you did put me in jail, you piece of shit!" Vercetti said, spitting on Sonny. Tommy put the shotgun to Sonny's head, "Hey Sonny, see you in hell!" Vercetti pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through Sonny's head. Sonny Forelli, leader of the Forelli's, was dead. Thanks to his once loyal friend, Tommy Vercetti. Two members of the Vercetti gang carried out the body of Lance Vance. Tommy looked at the body of his backstabbing friend and laughed, saying, "That was the last dance for Mr. Lance Vance." The guys carrying his body chuckled and carried him outside. Tommy took a deep breath and sat down on the bottom step of the staircase inside his mansion. As the last body was carried out, Ken Rosenburg walked in to see blood all over Tommy. "What the hell happened here, Tommy, I mean, look at your suit. Its covered in blood, and that was a good suit." Ken asked. "Let's just say a business deal gone wrong. Besides, it looks as if we won't be bothered by up north anymore, since there is no up north anymore." Tommy said. "You mean." Ken was cut off. "Yep, he's dead." Tommy said. "That means we own Vice City, I mean you do," Ken said, bowing to Tommy. "Ken, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful business relationship," Tommy said, putting his hand on Ken's shoulder as they walked toward the outside doorway.
It had been a week since Tommy had killed Sonny Forelli and Lance Vance. Tommy was sitting in his office, looking out a window overlooking the sea. Then, his cell phone rang. "Hello?" Tommy answered. "Hey, Tommy, it's me, Ken. Um, if you have time, could you come down, I've got someone here you might want to meet." Ken said through the phone. "Alright, I'll be down there in few minutes," Tommy said, then hung up and put the cell phone into his back pocket. He got up out of his chair and walked down the stairway and outside. He walked over to his silver Infernus and climbed in. He then peeled out of the driveway and sped toward the Starfish Island/Mainland Bridge. Dodging cars and cutting corners, he made his way to Ken's office. He pulled up a building with a sign reading "Ken Rosenburg & Co." He walked in the doorway to Ken's office. He opened the door to find Ken and another man, dressed in Mafioso-style clothing. "Hey Tommy, my friend. Here's the man who's been wanting to meet you." Ken said, pointing to the man. "Hello, Mr. Vercetti. My name is Salvatore Leone, Don of the Leone Family Mafia." "Hello Salvatore, you can call me Tommy. Please, take a seat." They all sat down and started to discuss Tommy's ties with the Forelli's. "First, Mr. Vercetti, I mean, Tommy, I would like to thank you for killing of Forelli. He was starting to screw with my family. Now, you look like a man I could trust. I've got a set of jobs for you. If you do these, you'll be a made man, anything you want.
Sonny fell to the ground, barely alive, surrounded by the bodies of his men. "Don't do it, Tommy. Think of what we've been through, together," Sonny pleaded, the barrel of Spaz-12 pointed toward his head. "You're right, Sonny, after all, you did put me in jail, you piece of shit!" Vercetti said, spitting on Sonny. Tommy put the shotgun to Sonny's head, "Hey Sonny, see you in hell!" Vercetti pulled the trigger, sending a bullet through Sonny's head. Sonny Forelli, leader of the Forelli's, was dead. Thanks to his once loyal friend, Tommy Vercetti. Two members of the Vercetti gang carried out the body of Lance Vance. Tommy looked at the body of his backstabbing friend and laughed, saying, "That was the last dance for Mr. Lance Vance." The guys carrying his body chuckled and carried him outside. Tommy took a deep breath and sat down on the bottom step of the staircase inside his mansion. As the last body was carried out, Ken Rosenburg walked in to see blood all over Tommy. "What the hell happened here, Tommy, I mean, look at your suit. Its covered in blood, and that was a good suit." Ken asked. "Let's just say a business deal gone wrong. Besides, it looks as if we won't be bothered by up north anymore, since there is no up north anymore." Tommy said. "You mean." Ken was cut off. "Yep, he's dead." Tommy said. "That means we own Vice City, I mean you do," Ken said, bowing to Tommy. "Ken, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful business relationship," Tommy said, putting his hand on Ken's shoulder as they walked toward the outside doorway.
It had been a week since Tommy had killed Sonny Forelli and Lance Vance. Tommy was sitting in his office, looking out a window overlooking the sea. Then, his cell phone rang. "Hello?" Tommy answered. "Hey, Tommy, it's me, Ken. Um, if you have time, could you come down, I've got someone here you might want to meet." Ken said through the phone. "Alright, I'll be down there in few minutes," Tommy said, then hung up and put the cell phone into his back pocket. He got up out of his chair and walked down the stairway and outside. He walked over to his silver Infernus and climbed in. He then peeled out of the driveway and sped toward the Starfish Island/Mainland Bridge. Dodging cars and cutting corners, he made his way to Ken's office. He pulled up a building with a sign reading "Ken Rosenburg & Co." He walked in the doorway to Ken's office. He opened the door to find Ken and another man, dressed in Mafioso-style clothing. "Hey Tommy, my friend. Here's the man who's been wanting to meet you." Ken said, pointing to the man. "Hello, Mr. Vercetti. My name is Salvatore Leone, Don of the Leone Family Mafia." "Hello Salvatore, you can call me Tommy. Please, take a seat." They all sat down and started to discuss Tommy's ties with the Forelli's. "First, Mr. Vercetti, I mean, Tommy, I would like to thank you for killing of Forelli. He was starting to screw with my family. Now, you look like a man I could trust. I've got a set of jobs for you. If you do these, you'll be a made man, anything you want.