Mafia Code Of Silence Novels & Stories

and if anyone try to stop me I will kill myself i swear on you and my aleena,hearing that avni gets shocked she didn't understand what to say or do without saying anything to him she gets up from bed and leaves the room

He says as we both enter the cage leading to the room. “That’s if he’s willing to speak.” I knew better than anyone that the mafia honored a strict code of silence and that would be something he would have to break if I wanted to stop Charlotte. Francisco is brought in promptly but says nothing as he sits down. “We would like to ask you a few things.” The warden starts as I watch his demeanor. He didn’t intend to speak to us at all. “He doesn’t plan to speak.” I state clearly. The Warden looks between us and I can see he is upholding his code.

I kept my face blank, leaving it up to him to figure out if I found his concern offensive or not. It was disrespect to the codes I live by for him to question my morality like that, and he knew it. The mafia world was so dark and bloody that those moral codes were the only thing that made us slightly human. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “You’re obsessed with the drugs.”

Her back straightened, and she lifted her head to speak. 'Grande Don Matteo. Hai infranto ogni regola della Mafia, violando un codice dopo l'altro per i tuoi egoistici interessi. La legge della Mafia è molto chiara al riguardo. Pertanto, date le circostanze, non ho altra scelta se non quella di condannarti a morte.' [Grand Don Matteo. You have broken every Mafia rule in the book, violating code after code for your own selfish reasons. Mafia Law is very clear on this. Therefore, under the circumstances, I have little choice but to sentence you to death.]

I said, as I stepped closer. Staring right into his eyes as I spoke. “The mafia has a code,” I said sharply. “Families and civilians that know nothing about what we do are not supposed to be touched.” He laughed now. “Bold of you,” he murmured, “to lecture me about family guidelines.” My expression darkened immediately. “I wonder,” he continued thoughtfully, “what the other families would think if they discovered what your father has been doing with the police.” My stomach tightened slightly. “That would certainly be an interesting revelation.”

No words, no questions, just warmth. When I finally calmed, I exhaled shakily. "Cammie," Ava murmured, running her fingers through my hair. "You don't have to talk, but we're here, okay?" I nodded, my voice hoarse. "I know." And I did. I told them everything, except for the part about him being in the mafia. They didn't need to know that. Luciano and I may be having our issues, but I would never betray him. I don't know much about the mafia life, but one thing is clear—silence is golden to them.

He loved the spotlight and was almost always standing in a spot where he could be seen. It wasn’t the usual way of the mafias who had something to lose, his lifestyle was loud, but he was here to make noise and a few local heads were listening. He wasn’t a threat- at least not to Zaverio but he was keeping an eye on the model like wonder. I didn’t know who would fund someone like Kale, but walking gray lines meant you always had a target on your back, and try as he may to remain out of the camera’s lens. Zaverio was a man a few people wouldn’t mind taking down.

“They’re brothers. Mafia in Sicily. The head honcho, Aamon De Luca, their dad, was killed.” My mind keeps drifting back to something I caught on TV a while back in Sierra’s office. She seemed to know the brothers and had a soft spot for one of them. I squint, trying to recall her exact words. She was pretty specific, like there was more beneath the surface. I thought about digging deeper then, but it didn’t seem relevant to either of my jobs. “The organization is falling apart. Nolan and Flint are on the brink of a full-blown war.” “And?” How well does Sierra really know these guys? Sometimes, the ties between people run deeper than they look.

I craned my neck to look at him, his eagle like eyes were already on me. “The most important rule.” He added and leaned on his desk, his hand picked the whiskey glass in a fashion I call royal, the way he lifted it to his thin lips, it was so sexy, “Never tell anyone about our family, if by any chance you hear some ‘important’ business which we do not discuss in front of the women of our family or the house staff, it’s called ‘omerta’ in our world. This is fatal for you and for our family.” He finished.

"You're going to take care of your sister, you're going to take care of my child, and Gabriele. And when Lilianna said you will always be a lowly associate, I won't let that happen. Everything that is mine will be yours, understand? You're gonna have to step up now." He blinked, "If you're not going to tell her, I will," he threatened. I gripped his face and forced him to meet my eyes, "What do we say, hm? Cu è surdu, orbu e taci, campa cent'anni 'mpaci." He stared at me, his voice trembling, "He who is deaf, blind, and s-silent will live a h-hundred years in p-peace." I nodded approvingly. "Yes, that's our code. We don't turn our backs on each other, Samuele. You will keep our secret and ta