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Two Days Later – Umbrella Corporation Office
( Tommy Angelo POV )
The city below was a mosaic of flickering lights and distant sirens, a symphony of chaos that somehow soothed me. I stood by the window, hands tucked into the pockets of my tailored coat, watching Empire Bay breathe through the night. The office behind me was silent—mahogany furniture, leather chairs, and a faint scent of cigar smoke lingering from yesterday's meeting. This was my safe heaven now. And I was no longer just a soldier in someone else's war.
It's been two days since that brutal reality check. Two days of silence, reflection, and planning. I decide that Paulie—he's built for this life. Loyal, fearless, and rough around the edges in all the right ways. I've decided to give him a chance to be part of my grand schemes rather than rotting away in strip clubs
I've been sketching out something bold: a private armed force. Not just muscle, but a brotherhood who only listens to me . I'll recruit the forgotten—beggars, orphans, petty criminals. The ones society threw away. Paulie will train them, not just in combat, but in loyalty, in unity. He's not just an instructor. He's the kind of man who turns misfits into family and I have seen the example but just hope he does not train them in his bad habits of drinking and that blue Bahamas
The cash flow is relentless. We've secured a prime plot in the heart of Empire Bay—soon to be home to a state-of-the-art hospital and the future headquarters of Umbrella Corporation. A symbol of power wrapped in philanthropy.
The commission got the message loud and clear last time. I'm not playing by their rules anymore. The government's is with me , and the criminal world will not take chances on me again , the old families are crumbling. No one's bold enough to make a move. Not now because of the heat that is brewing between criminal world and government
And I'm not naive. Power attracts enemies. So I'm thinking ahead. I need underworld connections—real ones. Only one name comes to mind: Leo Galante. The one behind the Vinci family. A tactician. A survivor. His roots go back to Sicily, and his influence runs deeper than most realize. He's not just smart—he's timeless. If I want to build something that lasts, I need him on my side.
Then there's Vito Scaletta. The protagonist of Mafia II. One of my favorite stories. But it's 1938, and he's still just a small-time thief, running jobs with Joe Barbaro. I've watched them. Reckless, unpredictable, dangerous. The Commission calls them a dangerous and And they're right. If I pull Vito in now, I risk disrupting his arc. He's got potential and who knows what chaos this duo will make —but I'll keep my distance. For now.
I turned from the window and walked back to my desk, the city lights casting long shadows across the room. I poured myself fruit juice — fresh , neat—and sat down. The leather creaked beneath me. No alarms. No threats. Just silence and strategy.
For now, I count cash.
But soon, I'll count soldiers.
Then i control the world and for now i focus on leo galante
" I am gonna make him an offer he can't refuse "
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