Code Of Omerta Novels & Stories

It was easier that way. Because whenever I had too much time to think, my thoughts always returned to the one thing I had spent years trying to hide. In this world, people are divided into three secondary genders. Alphas hold the highest status, gifted with natural strength and powerful suppressing pheromones. Betas make up most of the population. They have no pheromones and remain unaffected by Heats or Ruts. Then there are Omegas, the group society considers physically weakest, the ones who are often looked down upon and discriminated against.

Sure enough, two more. Four in total. Possibly more nearby. But they weren’t engaging. They were testing. Scouting. I returned to the house without being seen. Powered everything back on. Then, I opened the sat phone again. Still no word from Sophia. Still no updates from Lena. But there was a code blinking in the corner of the screen. A single glyph I hadn’t seen in years. Omega-signal. An emergency burst, triggered only if a mission collapsed or a team went dark. It was coming from the Madrid relay.

The screen lit up with a sequence of codes. “I took the override codes from Moretti’s phone before he died.” Dante blinked. “You what?” “The tunnels were never permanently closed,” I said calmly. “Victor just restricted access.” I turned the phone so Dante could read the screen. “These codes reopen the passage locks.” He stared at the numbers for a moment.Then he leaned back slowly and looked at me. “You’ve been planning well Martina.” I didn’t answer. Instead I rested both hands on the edge of the table.

It was exactly the way our great fathers built it. Only the doors were different, every doors leading to the dungeon had secret codes. And every one who knows the codes are bound by omerta, the code of silence. I watched the old man shivering, his teeths were clashing and gnashing against each other. He looked vulnerable, no one will see this man and believe he is Mateo Enzo Romano. They don't call me the wrecker for nothing. "Who will believe this man has a lot of bloods on his hand? I hate the fact that he is looking so innocent." Giovanni growled, pulling at chains that held his legs.

He stops me just as I open the door of his grand wagoneer jeep. - "What you fought today was just a minion, a mere pawn. The root of the problem hides within the shadows. Here, take this." Omar takes out a white paper from the inside pocket of his jacket. "The number on that paper can give you all the answers you seek, including how to help your friend, but it comes with a great cost." -"What's the cost?" I ask him, my troubled heart picking up the pace. -"A life, for a life."

Dad listen and listen good, I've sent most of my boys to beat one person or the other. "Yes, I know but their hands are weak already ". "I'm not sending anybody over. Okay?? He ended the call without waiting for a response. Mia Werner, a loan shark, a druggie, is also the most wanted criminal. He has partners globally. He takes over properties forcefully and you can't protest either. Borrowing from Werner is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. The interest will keep rising till you get tired. He works with the code "Omerta" which means don't ever talk to authorities. It was no news when he raised a son like Eric, who seem more deadly than himself. Even his wife hated both father and

GINEVRA The longer you danced with the devil, the longer your stay in hell would be. I had danced with the devil way too long for comfort and I’ve had to endure the hell that came with that dance. Here’s the thing, in the mafia, only one thing was held at extreme value—the code of silence. Omertà. You could be as ambitious as you wanted, you could do whatever it took to achieve great heights and none would blink an eye as long as the code of silence sworn to your famiglia stayed unbroken.

She looked down at the dark screen, then back up at me with a playful tilt of her head. "What's the code, Mr. Lombardi? Or is it some top-secret biometric scan?" I felt a ghost of a bitter smile touch my lips, but it didn't reach my eyes. "Nothing that high-tech. It’s just numbers." I paused, "It's Remo’s birthday. Zero-five, one-two."

“Start prepping. I want you two to begin right away.” ____________ Damian I hang up the phone without saying goodbye. Fucking hell. Mario just questioned my loyalty to the Familia. Like I needed the reminder. Familia comes first. I know that. I’ve always known that. When I made the vows. I didn’t just recite them; I have bled for them. Omertà - The code of silence. No matter the cost, we protect the secrets. We die with them. Secrecy - What happens in the Familia stays locked behind blood and fire. No one outside hears a word.