The years were a blur of fine suits, expensive cigars, and the metallic tang of blood. Tommy enjoyed the life—the respect, the money, the feeling of finally being someone. But the Mafia’s foundation was built on "Omerta," a code of silence that was as fragile as glass.
Tommy stood straight, knowing the end had finally arrived. "Yes?" "Mr. Salieri sends his regards." Mafia: The City of Lost Heaven
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. The years were a blur of fine suits,
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