"Who's next on the list boss?" One of Tommy's body guards asked him.
Tommy was searching through police files, looking for all the information he could find, "His name's Joey Leone, Salvatore's son."
"Salvatore had a son?" The guard asked.
"Yeah, some mechanic downtown. It shouldn't be hard to get in there. There's no security, only a few select people know who he is. Until now. Let's do this one mob style, I'll walk in and say I need my car worked on. Eventually I'll reveal who I am, then you guys bust in and gun him down, I don't want to do this one myself, I need a break after Cipriani." Tommy said.
"You got it boss." The guard turned around quietly and walked off.
The next day, Tommy stepped out of his car and walked into Joey Leone's garage. He looked around, searching for somebody. He spotted two feet sticking out from under a car.
"Hello?" Tommy called out.
Joey rolled out from under the car on his mechanics creeper. "Hey, can I help you?"
He had a very thick italian accent, and he was covered with grease.
"You look like someone I used to know." Tommy remarked.
"I get that a lot." Joey said as he walked over to his clip board. "So what's the problem."
"Salvatore Leone! That's who you look like." Tommy said with a grin.
"Yeah, he's my father." Joey muttered. "Now can I help you or are you just gonna talk all day?"
"Where's Salvatore now?" Tommy asked, still smiling.
"He's dead." Joey said simply, "Now what's the fucking problem!"
"Right right, I remember. I ordered him to be killed in my nightclub in Vice City!" Tommy said, his grin getting bigger.
"Vercetti!" Joey yelled.
He reached for a pistol inside his coveralls, but Tommy's men all flooded in the front door and aimed their machine guns at Joey.
"You prick, I'll kill you, I swear..." Joey growled.
Tommy turned around and walked out of the building as the men opened fire. Joey screamed as all the bullets hit him in various parts of his body, blood spurted from his mouth and his right forearm fell completely off, his leg hung by a single strand of flesh. His body was ripped to shreds, similar to Ciprianis death. The gunmen quickly ran off into different cars and sped off in different directions. Tommy calmly walked into his car, not having seen him die.
"I've got a meeting with a Vincent Angelo. He's a loyal gun for the Leone family, it would help if he was out of the way. He stays in 'Salvatores Gentleman Club', the place by the beach. Salvatore took pity on him and let him have a room there. Let's go now." Tommy said as he polished his chrome beretta.
10 minutes later they were in front of the gentlemens club, he spotted two men in black suits with slicked back hair guarding the door. He ordered his driver and another guard to take out everyone, but leave Vincent to him.
They stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door.
"You got a membership?" One of them asked.
"Yeah." Tommys driver said as he pulled his beretta out of his shoulder holster, fired a shot into the mans head, Tommys other guard pulled his own gun out and shot the other man. 3 more men with slicked back hair and black suits came running out of the building. They saw their men laying on the ground dead, they all drew their pistols, but were all dead before they could fire a shot off. The blood gathered around them in a pool. Then Tommy saw his driver stagger backwards, bullets began entering his body from some unseen location. The driver screamed in pain, still staggering backwards, he backed up until he fell off the edge of the balcony. He hit the rocks below him with a loud crack. Tommys other guard was shot multiple times, his blood sprayed all over Tommys shirt and face. Vincent Angelo stepped out of the club, his uzi barrel smoking.
"You killed Don Leone you bastard!" Vincent yelled as he threw down his empty gun and grabbed Tommy by the throat.
Vincent was a huge man of about 6'4', his hair was slicked back like the rest of the guards and he wore the same black suit the rest of them wore. Tommy tried to reach for his beretta, but Vincent grabbed it and tossed it over the balcony. He proceeded to punch Tommy in the face four times, breaking his nose, and busting his lip.
"Fuck!" Tommy yelled as he struggled against Vincent's grip.
Vincent actually lifted Tommy off of the ground and began to squeeze harder. Tommy gasped for breath, but Vincent's closing fingers cut off his air supply entirely. Tommy went for his switchblade, quickly he pulled it out and shoved it into Vincents belly. Vincent screamed and dropped Tommy. He clutched his stomach as blood spurted out of it. Tommy kicked him in the side, knocking him over.
Vincent tried to crawl away. He looked down at his stomach to see a grey rope of intestine hanging out. He gave a sobbing horrified sound. How had Vercetti done this to him? Had gutted him. He tried to hold his guts in but they kept slipping out of his hands. Blood poured out of his stomach like a bath water faucet. It felt like raw gasoline had been poured into his stomach and lit. He collapsed, the blood still flowed.
Tommy walked over to him. He smiled down upon him after seeing his intestine laying on the ground. Viciously he stomped on it.
Vincent gave a chilling blood curdling scream as his intestine ruptured underneath Vercettis foot. He just wanted to die so the pain would end. Tommy hoisted him to his feet and pushed him towards the edge of the balcony. Vincent hit the railing and flipped over it. He was impaled by a sharp rock in the water.
Tommy quickly ran to his car, started the engine and sped off.
Tommy was searching through police files, looking for all the information he could find, "His name's Joey Leone, Salvatore's son."
"Salvatore had a son?" The guard asked.
"Yeah, some mechanic downtown. It shouldn't be hard to get in there. There's no security, only a few select people know who he is. Until now. Let's do this one mob style, I'll walk in and say I need my car worked on. Eventually I'll reveal who I am, then you guys bust in and gun him down, I don't want to do this one myself, I need a break after Cipriani." Tommy said.
"You got it boss." The guard turned around quietly and walked off.
The next day, Tommy stepped out of his car and walked into Joey Leone's garage. He looked around, searching for somebody. He spotted two feet sticking out from under a car.
"Hello?" Tommy called out.
Joey rolled out from under the car on his mechanics creeper. "Hey, can I help you?"
He had a very thick italian accent, and he was covered with grease.
"You look like someone I used to know." Tommy remarked.
"I get that a lot." Joey said as he walked over to his clip board. "So what's the problem."
"Salvatore Leone! That's who you look like." Tommy said with a grin.
"Yeah, he's my father." Joey muttered. "Now can I help you or are you just gonna talk all day?"
"Where's Salvatore now?" Tommy asked, still smiling.
"He's dead." Joey said simply, "Now what's the fucking problem!"
"Right right, I remember. I ordered him to be killed in my nightclub in Vice City!" Tommy said, his grin getting bigger.
"Vercetti!" Joey yelled.
He reached for a pistol inside his coveralls, but Tommy's men all flooded in the front door and aimed their machine guns at Joey.
"You prick, I'll kill you, I swear..." Joey growled.
Tommy turned around and walked out of the building as the men opened fire. Joey screamed as all the bullets hit him in various parts of his body, blood spurted from his mouth and his right forearm fell completely off, his leg hung by a single strand of flesh. His body was ripped to shreds, similar to Ciprianis death. The gunmen quickly ran off into different cars and sped off in different directions. Tommy calmly walked into his car, not having seen him die.
"I've got a meeting with a Vincent Angelo. He's a loyal gun for the Leone family, it would help if he was out of the way. He stays in 'Salvatores Gentleman Club', the place by the beach. Salvatore took pity on him and let him have a room there. Let's go now." Tommy said as he polished his chrome beretta.
10 minutes later they were in front of the gentlemens club, he spotted two men in black suits with slicked back hair guarding the door. He ordered his driver and another guard to take out everyone, but leave Vincent to him.
They stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door.
"You got a membership?" One of them asked.
"Yeah." Tommys driver said as he pulled his beretta out of his shoulder holster, fired a shot into the mans head, Tommys other guard pulled his own gun out and shot the other man. 3 more men with slicked back hair and black suits came running out of the building. They saw their men laying on the ground dead, they all drew their pistols, but were all dead before they could fire a shot off. The blood gathered around them in a pool. Then Tommy saw his driver stagger backwards, bullets began entering his body from some unseen location. The driver screamed in pain, still staggering backwards, he backed up until he fell off the edge of the balcony. He hit the rocks below him with a loud crack. Tommys other guard was shot multiple times, his blood sprayed all over Tommys shirt and face. Vincent Angelo stepped out of the club, his uzi barrel smoking.
"You killed Don Leone you bastard!" Vincent yelled as he threw down his empty gun and grabbed Tommy by the throat.
Vincent was a huge man of about 6'4', his hair was slicked back like the rest of the guards and he wore the same black suit the rest of them wore. Tommy tried to reach for his beretta, but Vincent grabbed it and tossed it over the balcony. He proceeded to punch Tommy in the face four times, breaking his nose, and busting his lip.
"Fuck!" Tommy yelled as he struggled against Vincent's grip.
Vincent actually lifted Tommy off of the ground and began to squeeze harder. Tommy gasped for breath, but Vincent's closing fingers cut off his air supply entirely. Tommy went for his switchblade, quickly he pulled it out and shoved it into Vincents belly. Vincent screamed and dropped Tommy. He clutched his stomach as blood spurted out of it. Tommy kicked him in the side, knocking him over.
Vincent tried to crawl away. He looked down at his stomach to see a grey rope of intestine hanging out. He gave a sobbing horrified sound. How had Vercetti done this to him? Had gutted him. He tried to hold his guts in but they kept slipping out of his hands. Blood poured out of his stomach like a bath water faucet. It felt like raw gasoline had been poured into his stomach and lit. He collapsed, the blood still flowed.
Tommy walked over to him. He smiled down upon him after seeing his intestine laying on the ground. Viciously he stomped on it.
Vincent gave a chilling blood curdling scream as his intestine ruptured underneath Vercettis foot. He just wanted to die so the pain would end. Tommy hoisted him to his feet and pushed him towards the edge of the balcony. Vincent hit the railing and flipped over it. He was impaled by a sharp rock in the water.
Tommy quickly ran to his car, started the engine and sped off.