Mafia Code Of Silence Novels & Stories

“Let me rephrase that, are you into illegal dealings?” Niko pulls my body flush to him, my bare back rests against his warm chest, his fingers smoothing my hair behind me to bare my shoulder to his lips as it lowers to my shoulder. Scenarios ran through my head, in movies they always portrayed the mafia as a violent illicit world, lawless men and women, committing all sorts of crimes imaginable, trafficking substances, women, and children. And while ours can be quite violent, the lifestyle and traditions are somewhat old-fashioned, and outdated and can come off as strange to outsiders. I never imagined it would have some truth to it.

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

Moxie "Don't be so mad at him. You haven't seen his worst, Maxi. Believe me, I have been with him since forever. Hating him gains you nothing. So tell me the name of your mom so we can help you find her." Hazel said, Yet I decided not to tell. If I did, there was a huge possibility that my relatives would tell my dad. I didn't know—maybe just maybe. My dad was a mafia boss, and he has extensive connections throughout the entire country, that's for sure. Although he hates my mom so much, that doesn't mean that he has no connection here. I still need to be careful.

Every single one of my men was here, paying their respects, and all the Dons of the other Mafia families had come to do the same. Beside me, my sister Muiccia wore dark shades, her hair tied back into a low bun and her jaw set like stone. She hated funerals, not because of death but because of how public grief was. She would never let anyone in this room see her cry, not even me. Her fingers were folded in her lap, but her nails dug into her skin so deep I worried they would draw blood.

I would be more comfortable if Ivan is around. He shook his head. “Let’s just talk here.” “So, what’s that you wanted to tell me?” I asked him. He didn’t say anything and just looked at me. “There is something I wanted to ask.” I took in a deep breath. “Are you in the mafia?” I said. Looking him straight in the eye. I can see that he didn’t expect me to say it out loud. “I can’t tell you.” He says. I knew it. There was a code of silence and secrecy in the mafia. No one can present himself directly to another, even their friends from the same clan. There must be a third person to do it.

He had brought me to a deserted area, some large building that looked non-functioning, but had people inside nonetheless. "You didn't figure out what we are yet?" Luca laughed. I shook my head. "I figured you're an illegal cult. Headed by Don." "Well, you're partially correct." He sighed. "I've vowed to a code of silence," "Like Omerta?" "What?" "Code of Silence - like the Omerta? The Sopranos?" I asked. "Oh," He let out a large breath. "Sí. Like that." "And you're not gonna break that?"

, i asked with raised brows. "His life is over one way or the other, if he talks, he will get killed by his gang, if he doesn't, he gets killed by me", his eyes were so cold as he spoke, his words sent chills all over my body. I have always known he was dangerous, even capable of murder, but hearing him say it with his mouth made me feel very uncomfortable. "That's the code every mafioso must live by…", he continued, his voice filled with a somber tone. "It's a brutal world we inhabit, where loyalty and silence are enforced at any cost."

I question as I slip the pulse ox off her finger. “I’m here to speak with you Miss. Violetta. I come in peace and with a message from Misha Romanov.” Helen informs me. My blood runs cold for a moment at her words before as I let them settle over me. Misha Romanov is the head of the Russian mafia. I think they call themselves Bratva. I don’t know all the various terms tossed about as most in the underworld say mafia or mob and don’t do the specific names. “Oh, is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Never speak a word about the Mafia outside its walls to anyone, whether family or friend. I won't be responsible for my actions if you do.” Lily could only offer a half-baked nod. There was something about Dmitri's sudden switch that made her blood run cold and the atmosphere suddenly thicken. She was used to his usual teasing demeanor but this side of him was something entirely different, one that screamed authority… something dark. “Rule 1; chto proiskhodit v mafii, ostayetsya v mafii. You never disclose the secrecy.” His thick Russian accent didn't fail to leave an edge to it.

I was surprised seeing this part of him, When he was done, he discarded the cloth. He joined me on the bed, placing my head on his chest and covering us with a blanket. "Sleep" he whispered". "Talk to me," I said, placing my hand on his chest. He sighed "About what?" "Anything, or talk to me about your tattoos," I whispered. "My first tattoo is the Omerta in my chest—the code of silence for made men. "What do the words under it say? I can't read them.". He smirked "Obviously it is written in Italian; the words mean never take sides against the family, and the family is the mafia". I had watched so many movies about the mafia and how bonded they are, but never in my life did I ever believe I