Mafia Code Of Silence Novels & Stories

Something we would need if we wanted to defeat the Manocchino’s and the Salvatore’s. Patting each of them on the back and offering what little encouragement that I could do, do I move to leave the room. Hoping that by doing that, that I’ve boosted their egos. Not one to be the sentiment type of man do I move to think back to Antonio and his family. Only ever meeting at what we like to call a Mafia Gala does he and those associated with him leave nothing but a bitter taste to my mouth as I frown. Our families always at odds with one another and while some say that we’re psychotic and ruthless do each of the families within our inner circle move to follow a code. A moral code. One that has bee

" On your right side. Turn the lamp on. " Catalina found the switch and pressed it. As soon as she touched it, an alarm went off. The pakhan snatched the gun from her hands and with one hand pushed her on the bed with him. She collided with his naked hard chest and now the gun rested on her cleavage. " Rule number 1 . Never believe a Mafia. " He laughed loudly and footsteps echoed in the corridor. The door opened with several men in there and one of them switched on the lights at last.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

“You don't smoke. You don't get drunk” "Why are you here, Khaid?" Nepher asked, the sarcasm heavy in his voice. He brought out a large weed pipe and lighted it. "I received the red tag," Khaid responded, referring to the Mafia’s highest code of summons. He brought out the letter and threw it carelessly on the table. Nepher shook his head, muttering, "At least you still respect the code." He set the empty glass down sharply. "What do you want?" Khaid asked, his voice clipped, impatience rising with every passing second.

Rex had always followed the rules of the mafia. That is why Rex was able to reach here today. One of the rules of the mafia is that if you want to rise to the top, or if you want to be a leader, you have to become a leader by killing the leader you have now. Each leader arranged for self-defense for themselves so as not to be killed. And this is the reason that if all the members of the mafias want to be a leader, he can not be a leader. In which there is a great deal of courage, intelligence, dedication or violence. He can't think twice about killing or disappearing people. He has to stay strong all the time. And they always need to be alert. And because Rex had all these things, he has

"Silence them. Permanently." The cries ceased instantly, replaced by a stunned, agonizing silence. My men exchanged glances, then moved with ruthless efficiency. I turned, already striding towards the armored car, Dmitri holding the door open. As I settled into the seat, the first muffled gunshot rang out, followed by another, and then a rapid succession of three more. The silence that followed was absolute. My world operated on a simple, brutal principle: betrayal could only ever be paid through death. Anything less was an invitation for more.

ALESSANDRA Silence enveloped the room after my confession. Cortez didn't look as surprised as I would have imagined while Rocco's expression darkened as he tried to process what this revelation would mean for his friends. “Your father killed his brother?!” Isabella half-asked, half-screamed. I understood her reaction the most because I had struggled to live with the secret for years. In the mafia, everyone did anything they could for power and money. But there was one concept that was sacred to all, something that allowed them to preserve their last sense of humanity.

he said with a smirk. I stared at him for a moment before shaking my head and heading outside. In the driveway, a sleek black Range Rover awaited me. The driver opened the door with a respectful bow, and I climbed in without a word. As the car pulled out, Damon’s words replayed in my mind. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. A laugh escaped me, sharp and bitter. “Damon Dark, mafia and werewolf,” I muttered to myself. “What he wouldn’t do is make peace.”

In the mafia, our structure is highly hierarchical and organized, with a chain of command, established loyalties, and a framework of mutual support among members. The Famiglia was more than just a group of criminals to me. We shared codes of conduct, values, and in some cases, even blood ties, and above all, loyalty. Members of the mafia family have an extreme sense of loyalty and are expected to abide by the mafia's codes of honor, like the omertà, what we call the code of silence, and act in the family's best interest, even if it means breaking the law. That's why Lorenzo suggested seeking support; with his influence and connections, members could diplomatically intervene with other famili

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Instantly, his calm countenance transformed into one of unwavering firmness. "How dare you!?" he growled, his breath stiffening. In that instant, I felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room, and I froze, my heart skipping a beat. In the world of the mafia, homosexuality was considered a punishable offense. And to make matters worse, Antonio held the prestigious position of Capo dei Capi, the leader of leaders. If he were indeed gay, it would have dealt a severe blow to the honor of the Made men. I found myself unable to speak, my eyes fixated on him like an owl, occasionally releasing deep breaths in intervals.