Izek Van Omerta Novels & Stories

"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, enough!” Domenico yanked his arm free from Donatello’s grip, his chest heavy as he struggled to catch his breath. “Antonio’s right.” Donatello said. “We need a clear head. That’s the only..” But before he could finish, Viktor interrupted, his eyes fixed on a small, red blinking light in the corner of the ceiling. "Um, sorry Don," he said. "You need to see this." The others turned to follow Viktor's gaze. "Looks like a camera," Viktor muttered.

“But is it safe for Verina?” “The Mer seem to have a genuine interest in a non-violent solution to this war. However, times are uncertain, and the Van Helsings have an army of zombies headed this way. It is not the time to divide families.” It was dangerous, but she decided to add: “With that in mind, Verina mentioned that Mercy has been absent?” “It is nothing to be concerned about,” he dismissed it. “Verina is a typical mother, fretting over her children. I am certain that Mercy has found a safe-haven. There is no reason to disturb her until this war is settled.”