I was very close to having the Yakuza own all of Liberty City.

My precious sister and I were untouchable.

Perhaps,

In retrospect,

That was my downfall.

My arrogance and trust in my sister was too much for me.

I even went as far as to employ her hired dog in my services.

Sure,

He was the best that money could buy,

But there was no respect,

No loyalty in his worthless existence.

And I paid the ultimate price for my foolishness.

Sure,

My assassin drove a Columbian vehicle,

But I was able to glimpse through the tinted windshield before the vehicle struck me,

Claiming my life.

And who was it behind the wheel,

None other than that heathen ratdog.

I can only hope my sister faired better than I,

And that that traitorous pig got what was coming to him.