Mafia 2 | Trainery

Eddie paid. All ten grand. Plus a five-hundred-dollar "stupidity tax."

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. mafia 2 trainery

He set up three bricks on a cinderblock. "That's a lock. That's a kneecap. That's a skull. Use the crowbar. Hit the middle brick. Only the middle brick. In this life, collateral damage is expensive." Eddie paid

He made Vinny practice until his hands blistered. Then, he handed him the sap. "This is for when the rope and the bar fail. You don't swing for the jaw. You swing for the back of the head, just behind the ear. One hit. Quiet. Professional. A plumber doesn't leave water everywhere. You don leave evidence." Too hard, he'd be doing twenty-five to life for manslaughter

And for the first time, Vinny understood. The Mafia 2 Trainery wasn't a place to learn how to fight. It was where you learned how to disappear a problem. And in Empire Bay, that was the only skill that mattered.

"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. "

He placed the crowbar gently on Eddie's kneecap. Not a hit. A promise. He leaned in, calm as a priest, and said, "The rope, the sap, or the bar. Pick two."