Mafia: The City Of Lost Heaven <VALIDATED × 2024>

As the shotgun blast echoed through the suburbs, Tommy’s final thought drifted back to that first night in the taxi. He had wanted a better life; he just hadn't realized the price was everything.

"Friendship ain’t worth squat, Tom," Sam spat, bleeding out on the marble floor. "Don Salieri is the only thing that matters." Mafia: The City of Lost Heaven

In a final, rain-drenched showdown at the , Tommy faced Sam. As the shotgun blast echoed through the suburbs,

In 1951, while Tommy was watering his lawn, a red car pulled up. Two men stepped out. "Mr. Angelo?" one asked. " Sam spat

That goal died the night two men jumped into his backseat with guns drawn.