Mafia II: The New Country

Chapter Three

I remember it like it was yesterday. December in Empire Bay is always beautiful. Unfortunately, having a moment to enjoy it is always rare when you're in this line of work.

Y/N was sitting on his bed reading when he got a phone call. He reached over on to the nightstand and picked up the phone.

Y/N: Hello. . . already? Okay. I'll get ready. I'll be waiting outside.

Y/N dressed up in his suit and put on his great coat before heading outside. He stood and waited.

His waiting eventually ended when Joe's car pulled up. Joe stayed in the car as Vito stepped out and walked over to Y/N.

Y/N: Hey, Vito. Ready to-

Vito punched Y/N in the face, causing him to fall over. His nose started bleeding. Y/N clutched his nose and stood up, anger building up in him.

Y/N: Vito. . . what. The. FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!

Vito: Let me tell you something. If you drag my sister into what we got going on, I'm gonna do a whole lot worse. You got that?

Y/N took a deep breath, fixed his coat collar, and wiped the blood off of his face with his sleeve.

Y/N: I see. But I thought you knew me better than that, Vito. Of course I'm not going to drag her into anything that could put her in harm's way. I'd rather wear a wooden overcoat.

Vito: Good. Just had to be sure.

Y/N: Right. As I was saying. . . ready to go pick up the papers? The sooner we get you officially discharged, the better.

Vito: Yeah, let's go.

Vito and Y/N got into Joe's car. Vito was behind the wheel, and eventually they made it to Giuseppe. As the three stepped out of the vehicle, Vito was eyeballing a beautiful 1942 Jefferson.

Y/N: Hey, Vito. Here.

Y/N pulled out a roll of money from his pocket and handed it to Vito.

Y/N: Go get you a set of lockpicks from Giuseppe while you're at it. Also, get yourself a piece. Giuseppe can offer you any type of pistol you can dream of.

Vito gladly took the money.

Vito: Thanks. I'll do that.

Y/N decided to wait outside while Joe and Vito paid the visit to Giuseppe.

Y/N saw a phone booth across the street and walked over to it. He put a nickel into the coin slot and dialed a number. After a few rings, Francesca answered the phone.

Y/N: Hey, babe. . . yeah. He actually busted my nose, there's a bit of swelling. I'll be fine. . . yeah. Maria home? Good. Hey, listen. You know I love you, and I've been thinking lately. I'm not going to be in this line if work forever, I. . . okay, yeah, I hope I won't. You know me too well. Listen, I have a surprise for you. I. . . yeeeah. . . how'd you know? Of course he did. Well I wanted to propose later in the month. Christmas Eve. But I guess now that the cat's out the bag, what do you say. . .

Y/N could only smile at what he heard next.

Y/N: I- great! Yeah. . . well, no. I think we should tell Vito closer to the wedding day. In the Spring, maybe? Yes. Okay! Listen, I got to get back to work. I'll stop by later. I love you. We can celebrate tonight! Pick a place and I'll take you out on a date. Okay, bye!

Y/N hung up the phone and almost jumped in the air with excitement. Unfortunately, it was cut short. He saw a cop looking directly at Vito picking the lock on the Jefferson.

Y/N pulled out his pistol, walked over to the policeman before he could speak into his radio, and pressed the gun to cop's back.

Y/N: You forget a thousand things a day, pal. Make sure this is one of them.

The policeman froze up.

???: You think you can threaten me?

Y/N pressed the gun into the cops back even harder.

Y/N: I pull this trigger, the bullet'll go through your spine. At the very least, you'll never walk again. But it don't have to be that way. Look, I've got a business. I can recruit you, I'll pay you good. What I pay plus what you get as an officer, you'll be set.

The cop hesitated momentarily. But that didn't matter, he's corrupt.

???: Deal.

Y/N released him and stuffed his pistol back into his great coat.

Y/N: Pleasure doing business officer. . .

Y/N looked at the policeman's badge.

Y/N: Mark Clay.

Vito and Joe pulled up in front of Y/N and officer Mark. Vito rolled down the window.

Joe: Hey, we're heading down to Mike's. You can take my car back to your place if you want.

Y/N: Thanks, Joe. I'll do that as soon as I get done chatting with our new friend here.

Joe and Vito drove off, leaving the criminal and the cop to talk.

Y/N: I won't keep you here for too long, but I'm curious. A person of color as a cop. That's as rare as an honest politician.

Mark: The cops down at the precinct I work at don't really give a damn if you're colored folk.

Y/N: What precinct would that be?

Mark: James Gordon's.

Y/N: Of course. You got any siblings, Mark?

Mark: Just my sister.

Y/N: Gotcha. Listen. . . that guy that you just saw in the passenger seat of that Jefferson, he's my brother. He lives in the apartment building on Main Street, second floor. His name is Joe, take your sister to his place tomorrow, the both of you can discuss our agreement with him. Sounds good?

Mark simply nodded and Y/N walked off.