[Flavin] Clan

Tommy Vercetti owns all of Vice City. Getting all of his businesses back in properly running order, he meets with a new employee, and gets a little more than what he expected.

Natalia Ramirez moves from the big city in hopes of starting a fresh, new, simple life. What she gets is something a little than she bargained for.

Chapter One: The End of the Beginning

Tommy sat at the bottom of the stairs, gun in hand. The last of the battle was over. He had killed Forelli. Sonny, his mentor, his livelihood, his way in, and his way out... dead. Tommy raised his gun once more at the sound of a moving body.

“Tommy?”

Tommy's reflexes relaxed as he saw his nervous, bumbling lawyer stand up and shuffle over towards him.

“Oh my God, Tommy! What happened?”

“What does it look like?”

“It looks like you ruined your suit! And Tommy, that was a beautiful suit! Tommy, what on Earth happened?”

Tommy waved his hand up. “I had a disagreement with a business associate.” He moved a hand upward to his lawyer. “You know how it is.”

“Tommy, I have a disagreement, I send them an angry letter. Maybe I pee in their mailbox,” he added casually. “I don't start World War III.” He paced between the front door and Tommy. “You know, maybe you should speak to my shrink.”

“That stupid prick Lance,” Tommy said absentmindedly.

“Tommy, I never liked that guy, okay?” the lawyer agreed. “He's neurotic, he's insecure, he's self-centered – the guy's an ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥! I'm glad you took him out!”

Tommy shook himself out of the disbelief of betrayal.

“I don't think we're going to be getting anymore heat from up North either...” Tommy stood, his body sore from the brutal battle. “... 'cause there ain't no 'Up North' anymore.” He made a slicing motion with his hand to his throat. “It's all down south now.”

“Wait,” the lawyer said, thinking deeply. “Does that mean what I think it means?” His face brightened when he saw Tommy nod. “Tommy, baby!” he exclaimed excitedly.

“What do you think it means?” Tommy asked, slinging his gun over his shoulder and walking towards the door.

“That we're in charge... I mean, that you're in charge,” he corrected after seeing the face Tommy shot his way. “Oh, Tommy!”

“You know, Ken,” he said, swinging his arm over his happy lawyer's shoulders. “I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful business relationship... After all, you're a conniving, backstabbing, two-bit thief, and I'm a convicted, psychotic killer and drug dealer.”

“I know. Ain't it just beautiful?”

The two walked outside of the Vercetti Mansion, nodding their heads at each other.

“First things first, though,” Tommy said, walking his lawyer over to his white Admiral. “We need to get everything back in running order. Go to your office and sort everything out. Be back here by nine tomorrow morning.”

With Ken now out his hair for a bit, Tommy stepped into his own car, and proceeded to go to his printing press. When he arrived, he was greeted by his long time family friend.

“Mr. Vercetti, the secretary spot was applied for by some girl.”

“What girl?” Tommy inquired, as he shuffled through the seemingly endless papers on the office desk.

“By a Miss Natalia Ramirez.”

Tommy's hand landed on her file, and he picked it up, looking over her documents. “Huh, worked as a secretary at the Liberty City University? Interesting.” He set her file down, and looked over to the old man. “Well, Mr. Carrington, as soon as she straightens out this mess,” he said waving his arms over the piles of papers, “send her over to the estate. I'd like to see what she can really do.”

The old man nodded, and went about to clean the old machines.