All Chapters of OMERTÀ: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Alexandra Dellarosa POV“Dad, what are you saying? Tell me you're not high on something again” I said, standing up from my seat with a sense of urgency as I moved towards his direction.“Alexa, stop ittt!”“I'm totally fine and I'm not high on anything. Just a little champagne that was forced down my throat at the Gambino's. That aside, I'm fine” He finished with a sigh, running his hands through the length of his hair.“Did you say forced?” I was unable to understand the context in which he spoke.It was well Evident that something was wrong. Whenever Dad grew nervous or uncertain of the outcome of something, his countenance and aura usually left him disoriented and as if out of compulsion, he'd run his hands through and through the length of his hair. Dad had the hair length, longer than that of an average Man's, and at times I'd find myself lusting over the lush of his hair which was far thicker than mine.“Don't tell me you're obsessing over my hair again” He said, drawing me out

Alexandra Dellarosa POV“I call dibs!” Said a Man who was well over his thirties and significantly had his head and belly oversized.“On which?” The younger Man who was at the far corner of the room asked, walking towards the center of the room, where they had tied myself and a few other ladies. I wasn't sure about the number because I couldn't lean over to begin counting from the end of the line because both my hands and legs had been tied behind my back, and then again, I didn't want to attract attention to myself. “This?” He asked, licking his lips mischievously as he pointed his fingers at one of the girls whose face I couldn't really see because she was at the far end of the line.“Nah, too skinny. I doubt she'd get any bid, let alone having her for myself” The Man with the oversized head and belly replied, and they both burst out in laughter.“Okay, Moose. That's a valid point” the younger Man let out referring to the older fellow. His words were choked by chuckles which appare

Alexandra Dellarosa POV Tiny's death did not make anything easy for us. In fact, if his death did anything, it was to keep Mr. Moose on his toes. This wasn't a welcome development because Moose watched us like a hawk would do its prey. It was evident that he leaned into a particular interest in me not because of the little dibs game that he had played earlier with Tiny but because the incident had formed an opinion in his head that I was responsible for his friend's death. He didn't need to say much, his expression did all the talking.On the other hand, the girls had tagged me a Red zone. They had resolved it was far more safer to keep their distance away from me so as not to end up like the Lady who was a victim of Tiny's sudden escapade. They all had squeezed themselves at the far corner of the room, leaving me to myself, single as ever.“Don't try anything funny” Moose cried out from the center of the room, referring to no one else but me.“I didn't even move” I muttered under my

Alexandra Dellarosa POV After Conti’s little remark that I still couldn't fathom or comprehend, I had heard his words loud and clear. He had asked Moose to drag us down to the venue with the help of the goons.“You see this one, make sure she's at the back of the line” Conti scoffed. There was no way I could tell who he had been referring to because I had a sack over my head. But I guessed it must have been me.Someone who I thought to be Moose because of the way they had aggressively pulled at me to a spot was in charge of guiding me towards wherever they were taking us.“Ladies!” Conti’s voice rang out, I couldn't mistake the voice even with my eyes closed.“Your time has come. Today you meet destiny, today you become women with owners, today the saints cheer you on, today you become free!” He continued, spewing gibberish which I still couldn't understand.I couldn't help but spot out his use of the word “saints” yet again. What exactly was going on?. “Don't forget to smile when

Alexandra Dellarosa POV The lady beside me had just dropped dead, it was the second time someone had been shot so close to me. Not just that, but dying in my stead. I didn't know how I was handling it, but I felt like retching and the blood littered everywhere didn't augur well with my stomach.“You shot the wrong person Vegas!” A man who I perceived to be in his 60’s informed the tall Man who had only made his way to the back of the room from the front.“Did I?” Vegas questioned, wearing a perplexed look on his face.“You didn't even ask a question, didn't think of the need to know the root where the issue stemed from!” the Man cried out, his voice a little bit raised.“You just got into the room, dragged the pistol from Conti, and pulled the trigger!”“Are you high on something?” the older man asked“Language Reece! Language!” Vegas yelled out in the Older Man's direction, his voice cloaked in a cologne of authority.If there was anything I had learned so far, it was that whoever t