Mafia 2 Trainery -

"Forget the jab," Tony rumbled, his voice like gravel being crushed. "This ain't Marquess of Queensberry. This is the 'Mafia 2 Trainery.' You got two lessons. Lesson one: Precision. "

The final exam came on a rainy Tuesday. Leo introduced Vinny to a nervous bookmaker named Eddie "The Stutter." Eddie was skimming from the Falcone sports book. Vinny’s job: collect the ten grand, and deliver a "message." mafia 2 trainery

Vinny didn't bring a gun. He brought the crowbar. "Forget the jab," Tony rumbled, his voice like

Fat Tony was a mountain of a man in a sweat-stained tracksuit, his nose a map of old breaks. He didn't offer Vinny gloves. He pointed to a dusty shelf of tools: a sledgehammer, a crowbar, a coiled length of heavy rope, and a worn leather sap. Lesson one: Precision

Vinny spent an hour just tapping bricks. Too hard, he'd be doing twenty-five to life for manslaughter. Too soft, the guy gets up and testifies. Precision. The lesson sank into his bones like a winter chill.