Chapter 29: Arrival in New York
First Class.
Tommy sat back in his seat, eyes closed, mind running through plans instead of resting.
Gianna had told him to take it easy — treat it like a vacation, enjoy America, don't stress about Family business.
But Tommy Vercetti didn't believe in vacations. Not now. Not ever.
Coming to New York wasn't about errands for the Camorra. It was about building something bigger than anything he'd left behind in Italy. His own empire.
The blueprint was already in his head:
First step, crime. Build capital fast, secure loyal men, seize turf.
Second step, legitimacy. Launder dirty cash, buy into businesses, build influence with high society.
Third step, expansion. Fast food chains, maybe starting with a burger joint, spreading across New York, then America.
From there, more industries, more power, more achievements unlocked.
Like dominoes, all it needed was the right push.
But one man couldn't topple the world alone. He'd need a Robin beside his Batman — a trusted partner, someone sharp, loyal, and capable.
Ken had mentioned Kimberly. Smart, ambitious, NYU law student… Whether she could be that partner remained to be seen. Trust wasn't handed out. It was earned.
The plane lifted into the clouds. A blonde stewardess glided over, all smiles.
"Welcome aboard, Mr. Vercetti. Would you like a drink?"
"A red wine," he said flatly.
She lingered, far too enthusiastic, pressing the menu, asking about his comfort, flashing perfect teeth. Tommy ignored her, and finally she retreated, disappointed.
Minutes later, his steak arrived — this time delivered by a Latina attendant with warm brown eyes. Beneath the tray, a slip of paper with a phone number.
Tommy sighed, crumpled it, tossed it aside.
He wasn't some bored rich playboy. He had standards. He preferred… clean. Real. Not desperate attempts to climb into his life.
And just when he thought it was over, a male attendant approached with the same kind of smile.
Tommy's face darkened. The hell is this?
His patience snapped. "I'll say this once. Nobody disturbs me again until we land."
That ended it. Silence. Finally, he could breathe and let the hours pass in peace.
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New York, JFK Airport
Crowds streamed out of international arrivals. In the sea of faces, a young woman stood holding a cardboard sign.
KIMBERLY WEXLER — neat handwriting, firm strokes.
She shifted her weight, scanning the crowd with nervous anticipation.
Today wasn't supposed to be like this. She had dressed for an interview at a law firm's mailroom — her second shot at securing a job to pay tuition. The first had gone well, but regulations required a follow-up. She had been minutes away from leaving when her uncle called from Italy.
Drop everything. Get to the airport. A guest was arriving.
Kimberly had argued at first. She couldn't afford to lose this chance. But then came the hint — the guest was wealthy, looking to invest in New York real estate, maybe even open a business. If she impressed him, the commission alone could pay her tuition.
That possibility outweighed the risk.
And so, here she was — perfectly made up, dressed sharp, heart pounding.
Waiting for Tommy Vercetti.
END of the chapter
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