=Chapter 3: Betrayal= Joey slowed down to a cautious jog, prepared to meet anything around each corner. He turned the next one, M16 ready...and was greeted by a gun barrel to his head. "Move and your brains are the newest decoration. Drop the gun." The man said. Joey complied. It was a familiar voice, Joey thought to himself. "Who are you?" Joey cautiously asked his assailant. "None of yer damn business." The voice replied calmly. Joey could see the roof of the mansion from the stairway. Then the two men he saw coming down the stairs were two familiar faces; Tommy Vercetti and Toni Cipriani. "Good job Mikey." Toni said. Joey instantly felt a cold shock come over him, as he saw a Colt Python in Tommy's hand, and a Colt .45 in Toni's. He could feel Mikey tie his hands behind his back. 'Those traitorous bastards!' he thought to himself as sweat beads started to form on his forehead. "Well well, if it isn't Joey Leone. I can't believe you fell for this shit." "What do you mean by that?" Joey inquired. "After I became Don, Luigi and I had this planned. Then Vercetti came into the picture, and instead of popping him, I decided to see if Tommy would rather rule over both cities alongside me. He agreed, and it was a fact that you were the only thing in our way. So now we're here." Toni replied, blowing cigar smoke from the corner of his mouth. "I would enjoy killing you, but I'm going to allow Toni the honors." Tommy said, his face like ice. Joey closed his eyes and prepared for the end. BLAM! Joey heard a gunshot, but didn't feel wounded. No pain. He opened his eyes. He saw Toni falling to the ground, shot in the forehead, and the barrel of Mikey's .45 was smoking. Tommy, still in shock, raised his gun and pointed it at Mikey's head. He pulled the trigger, only to be rewarded by an empty chamber. The three men stood still for a few seconds, completely silent. Suddenly all hell broke loose. Tommy ran for his helicopter. Mikey fired some potshots at him. Joey frantically looked for a gun. The whole time the war downstairs was still raging. Joey found a Mac10, but it was too late, as Vercetti had already jumped into the waiting Maverick. Tommy was home free as he started to pull a cuban out of his coat. "Pilot, take me to the Pole Position." He said as he lit up his cigar. He hoped that would make him feel better, as his mansion was going to be ruined after the battles were over. "Damn pricks, they're going to pay..." he said quietly to himself.