Mafia Code Of Silence Novels & Stories

For the Coopingar family, it was a red star. Mr. Coopingar was nothing if not obvious. I watched as he began the ritual, motioning for someone to step forward with the needle. The two men pricked their fingers, pressing down on opposite ends of the card. As soon as they were finished, he took out a lighter. The card burned slowly as it passed from the hands of one man to the next. And so began the Omerta. The code of Silence. I knew the words by heart. Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot care for himself without police protection is both. To betray the Family is an offender to justice.

I couldn't take the suffocation I felt. My father didn't stop me. He simply sighed as I made my way past him and into the family room. I wanted to laugh at the irony. I sat on the couch and stared at the piano. I wanted to play but I knew the moment I touched that piano I would break down. I had no room for emotion in my life right now. I was going to be the biggest Mafia Don this world had ever seen. Mafia Dons have no room for emotions or family. My father taught me that early on. “Good Evening Master, Neko is making Dinner. Would you like me to play you a song?” Ayla questioned as she spotted me staring at the Grand Piano.

of persecution, hinting that the D'Angelo family had not only illegally stripped her of her assets but had even issued death threats against her. She was playing with fire. Omertà—the code of silence—is the cornerstone upon which the underworld survives. Anyone who breaks it isn't just a traitor to the family; they become public enemy number one to the entire circle. Lorenzo watched Bella’s twisted face on the TV screen, his expression terrifyingly calm. "She thinks this is a Hollywood movie, where playing the victim gets you justice." Lorenzo pressed the off button on the remote, and the screen went black instantly.

There was no hesitance or reluctance as Alexander immediately agreed. “Recite the oath of omertà.” Alexander turned to the crowd with confidence in his stature. “I vow to never, under any circumstances, apply for justice to the legal authorities and never to assist in detecting crimes committed against oneself or others. The right to avenge wrongs is reserved for the victims and their families. If I break this vow, may I be punished with death?” I let out a breathy exhale at the vow. This was the infamous code of silence that was punishable by death. To think that Alexander made this vow without fear.

It was a bold question, but I couldn’t help but admire her confidence that came through as she spoke. I by no means thought I was a good man. You couldn’t be when you were the Don of the Italian Mafia. I killed those who wronged me or my family. However, I lived by a specific code, that my father and grandfather refused to live by. Following this code of ethics, allowed me to avoid unnecessary casualties and kept me from law enforcement's radar.

He looked unfamiliar, and Nico confirmed my suspicions. "I found him roaming amongst our men. He doesn't look familiar," Nico informed me, his voice filled with intrigue. Curiosity gnawed at me, and I needed to extract information from this man, no matter the cost. "What did he say?" I inquired, a sense of urgency in my voice. "He won't say anything," Matteo replied, frustration evident in his tone. "He keeps invoking the Omerta." My patience waned at the mention of the Omerta, the code of silence adhered to by the criminal underworld. "Fuck the Omerta," I seethed, my anger intensifying. I dragged a chair slowly, deliberately placing it in front of the man, before taking a seat.

Dad listen and listen good, I've sent most of my boys to beat one person or the other. "Yes, I know but their hands are weak already ". "I'm not sending anybody over. Okay?? He ended the call without waiting for a response. Mia Werner, a loan shark, a druggie, is also the most wanted criminal. He has partners globally. He takes over properties forcefully and you can't protest either. Borrowing from Werner is the worst thing that can ever happen to you. The interest will keep rising till you get tired. He works with the code "Omerta" which means don't ever talk to authorities. It was no news when he raised a son like Eric, who seem more deadly than himself. Even his wife hated both father and

"How do you know I'll keep my promise?" I smile, coyly. "The same way I know you follow the Omerta." Her eyes narrowed. "How do you know about that?" "The streets talk," I lied. "The Omerta isn't just a Code of Silence in your world but a Code of Honor. One I know your family takes very, very seriously." I know she doesn't believe me about my source but she knows I won't give anything up. Her eyes search mines, probing me for some hidden secret. I give nothing away and I could see the frustration in her eyes before she gives in.

“I caught a glimpse of that intense conversation you had with Cade in the service hall during intermission. Is... is that what has you so shaken up tonight?” I let out a long, ragged sigh, staring at the moonlit water. “Yes and no,” I answer quietly, my throat tightening. I want to tell him about the blood. I want to tell him about the knife and the shadow of Scarfo, but the mafia code of silence is a physical noose around my neck. I don't know who I’m allowed to trust anymore.

More touching. “Wait.” He pulled away to look at me. “How was your day?” That was the problem with Oscar. He tried to make me talk about my feelings before we fucked, and I was scared it would make this grow into something more. ”Omertà,” I reminded him. The vow of silence. I don’t discuss Mafia business with outsiders. He tilted his neck, giving me more access to place soft kisses there while I fumbled with the buttons of his jeans. “You seem stressed,” Oscar murmured, his hands sliding under my shirt