Best Served Steaming.
Tommy Vercetti is older and a life of crime has taken its toll, he is dying of Cancer. He is going to have to leave his considerable criminal empire to his two children, Nick and Paul. Paul is nineteen and Nick is twenty one. Both are vying for major control of the empire.
Chapter 1: The unthinkable.
Nick lay on his bed, unwilling to face the day. He had been woken up at two in the morning with the news of his father's death. Nick wasn't particularly bothered by this, a lifetime of alcohol and drug abuse had soured his view of "daddy dearest". Nick only wanted what was rightfully his; his father's criminal empire.
Nick got out of his bed and took his phone out, calling his brother, in Los Santos; it was picked up on the third ring.
"Brother! Good to hear from you! How's Dad?" Paulie was a snake, thought Nick, he probably already knew…
"Dad died early this morning… Uncle Ken didn't know where to get hold of you."
Paul gasped, "When's the funeral?"
"Tomorrow, Dad never hung around, eh?"
"I'll be there." And Paulie rang off. Nick stretched and got into the shower, as if he could wash off the events of the last year. First the great Tommy Vercetti had been diagnosed with Cancer, and then Cassandra, Nick's sister, was killed in a shooting on Washington Beach.
Nick got dressed in a jacket, t shirt and jeans and got into his Stallion. He lived in Little Haiti, which his father had won in a game of poker. He went to the Vercetti mansion on Starfish Island and opened the door. All of his Father's friends were there, Uncle Ken, Pete Vance and all the others.
He made his way to the desk and called his brother,
"Yo?"
"Where are you?"
"About half way to Vice, are you ok?"
"Fine, Paulie. Hurry here will ya?"
"OK" Nick hung up and waited, unmoving for his little brother. Paulie wandered in around lunchtime looking decidedly the worse for wear.
"Hey, Bro." he said gripping Nick in an alcohol drenched hug.
"Paulie… you're underage. You should kick the habit while you can."
"Nah, bro… livin' the dream…" he sounded awful and Nick offered him some sandwiches. Paul shook his head and lit up a cigarette.
"Life's gonna be different, now. We need to take care of each other. You should probably move back to Vice though…"
"Looks like I'll have to, man." He shrugged.
Uncle Ken called for attention; "Tommy Vercetti was a lonely man… he lived a hard life with little company. It is a good sign so many of you made it here. He leaves half his money and his private estate to his youngest son, Paul Vincent Vercetti, may he enjoy the riches they will provide. He leaves half of his money and his considerable business ventures to his eldest son, Nicolas." After reading out the will, Uncle Ken put a hand on Nick's shoulder and left the room. Nicolas Vercetti sat at the desk for a while, until he was ready for the funeral, pity he never saw it…
