Tommy stood straight, knowing the end had finally arrived. "Yes?" "Mr. Salieri sends his regards."
"Friendship ain’t worth squat, Tom," Sam spat, bleeding out on the marble floor. "Don Salieri is the only thing that matters." Mafia: The City of Lost Heaven
In 1951, while Tommy was watering his lawn, a red car pulled up. Two men stepped out. "Mr. Angelo?" one asked. Tommy stood straight, knowing the end had finally arrived
Tommy didn't agree. He turned state’s evidence, trading the secrets of the Salieri empire for a new life in Empire Bay under witness protection. He grew old, watched his daughter marry, and almost forgot the sound of gunfire. But the Mafia has a long memory. Tommy stood straight
"Drive," one growled. "Unless you want a window in your head."