Code Of Omerta Novels & Stories

​The screen flickered to life, glowing blood-red. ​[SYSTEM CRITICAL: ROMANOV OVERRIDE DETECTED] ​"They're already in the system," I whispered, my fingers flying across the keys. "They didn't just come to kill me. They came to delete the Moretti files. Dante, if they finish this upload, your entire history—your bank accounts, your contacts, your legal immunity—it all vanishes." ​Dante leaned over me, his chin resting on my shoulder. His obsession wasn't hidden anymore. He was watching the code, but he was smelling my hair, his breath hitching every time I bypassed a firewall.

I opened the door to find a woman wearing a purple dress and was accompanied by someone. "Who are you supposed to be and what are you doing here?" She pushed me and entered the house and I was so tempted to just leave this house and never come back. The collar on my neck still stands and I can’t open it. A collar is a mark of ownership, especially for an omega. When an omega wears a collar that usually means that they belong or are claimed by someone. There was a sharp decline in the population of omegas in the recent decade. That’s why the government revised the laws and eliminated some of them which weren’t in favour of the omegas.

"You will have to sign the code of omertà too and get branded as belonging to the mafia. I did not want to tell you all these but I knew if I did not, you will definitely find out one way or the other. And as for finding out your exact location on the day you almost got raped, it was actually very easy. I had one of my underbosses track your smart phone location. They do more complicated work like hacking into the government data base for political reasons so tracking you down was not hard" "What does the code of omertà entails?" I sucked in breath. "You will be monitored by the mafia. Your day to day location, calls, texts, emails will be monitored by the mafia. You must not be seen with th

“No, just a quick response to bullshit.” I hmph in amusement and turn back to the board. “I hope your idea pans out; I really do. Neither of us pretends to be a saint, we know what we are, and we know this life, and as dark and immoral as it is, we have a system; a code of conduct that maintains order, and this person is fucking with it. It’s only a matter of time before it results in consequences we can’t predict.” “Does that make us the heroes in this scenario?” He asks cheekily.

“I know this arrangement was sudden and somewhat much unexpected, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the reasons, so I won’t dare indulge in that and waste any more time.” A few men laughed, but obviously, that didn’t include Adonis, as far as I knew him, or Eros. “They say that our bonds are forged with blood, business, and marriage, but I’d like to highlight the key component, which is Omerta. Oath. Today we are here to celebrate and bear witness to one such oath-taking ceremony, a new bond that will bring new meanings. My daughter, Mariella Romano, will be taking the ring from the underboss of Manhattan, Eros Castellanos, binding us in new business and relations.”

"And what's that?" ‎She suddenly placed a hand on her chest and shook her head slowly. "Oh, I cannot say. It's been ruled out as an Omerta, as I've heard. And you know, the walls have ears. I do NOT want to get in trouble, my life's perfect and simple as it is. I'm too old for a 'new' kind of adventure." She added sarcastically. ‎ ‎Omerta: a codename for 'silence' or not to tattletale an organization's secretive works.

I said within myself as I stood up from the ground weakly. "I Arielle Dawn an Omega of the Blue Moon Pack accept your rejection." I said with the last strength inside of me. "You can go live your life, but I will have revenge on you." "I will have my revenge on every one of you who tortured me." *I won't spare a single soul and I would make life so unbearable for every single one of you who rejected me." "The Cursed Omega you once hated and rejected is going to be the Omega you all willwish to have." I groan in pain. “I don't care how long it takes but I am going to have my revenge on you Alpha Liam.

My father didn’t raise me to back down from any man—no matter how handsome he was. Momentarily taken aback, he laughed even harder displaying the deep indents on his cheeks. And there goes my ovaries! “It’s cute that you think you can intimidate me,” he began, his accent heavy. “But I’m the one making the bargains here.” He stepped closer, grasping my chin in a way that was both unsettling and oddly thrilling. Raising my head so our eyes locked, he continued, “Honoring OMERTA requires that I kill you for overhearing what you did, but I’m going to make you an offer.”

The crumbling buildings were abandoned, humans betraying each other for any bit of advantage they could gain. There was no law, no order, no damage control unit working to contain the crisis. Just chaos. In the midst of the disaster, two siblings fought to stay together. The man protected the woman, who clung tightly to him. They were both terrified, yet they preserved, pushing through together. The frame switched to that of Errol Knight, the past alpha of the Chicago Pack. He appeared even more formidable atop a hill, his bulky form covered in armor and his long hair flowing in the wind. A man knelt in front of him, battered and bleeding in many areas.

“I need a full systems scan. Something’s off with these new codes…they’re hinting at an offshore account that might be funding enemy operations.” Mia’s calm voice replied, “On it, Jackson. I’ll run the scan and send you the preliminary report in ten minutes.” I rubbed my temples as I watched the code scroll by. The messages were complex but not impenetrable. Every decrypted line added a piece to the puzzle. I saw familiar keywords—‘Phase Two,’ ‘Protocol Omega’—and now a recurring string that caught my attention: “offshore_fund_X12.” I leaned in closer, typing commands with rapid precision.