The City Of Lost Heaven — Mafia:

Tommy stood straight, knowing the end had finally arrived. "Yes?" "Mr. Salieri sends his regards."

"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

"Drive," one growled. "Unless you want a window in your head." Tommy stood straight, knowing the end had finally arrived

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

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