Oath Of Omerta Novels & Stories

For an older gentleman—she placed him somewhere in his late fifties—he sure took care of himself. Marybeth took his hand and thanked him again for officiating their ceremony. "Remember, кума, now that you've taken your vows and the oath of omertà, I don't need to impress upon you its importance." "Of course, Friar," she nodded quickly, even though she had no idea what the oath of omertà was. Friar John excused himself when Austin's father beckoned to him. "He's not a priest, is he?" Marybeth whispered to Austin.

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.

My eyes remained on him just praying he would do something so I could go tell Alex, and leave it to him to take care of this. "Omertà is the code of silence. There's one thing in this world that you must abide by if you want to survive and that is omertà. What you see, hear, taste or even smell must be kept to yourself, or if it's actually useful information with the don," he explains. My eyebrows pull together at the last word he had spoken of; don.

"You will have to sign the code of omertà too and get branded as belonging to the mafia. I did not want to tell you all these but I knew if I did not, you will definitely find out one way or the other. And as for finding out your exact location on the day you almost got raped, it was actually very easy. I had one of my underbosses track your smart phone location. They do more complicated work like hacking into the government data base for political reasons so tracking you down was not hard" "What does the code of omertà entails?" I sucked in breath. "You will be monitored by the mafia. Your day to day location, calls, texts, emails will be monitored by the mafia. You must not be seen with th

The signature looked about seventy percent similar to my usual handwriting. “And next to it is Dr. Hamilton’s official stamp.” “Look!” Shannon said loudly. “His signature is right there, along with Dr. Hamilton’s stamp of approval. How could he possibly claim he had nothing to do with the medication preparation?” Jonah quickly chimed in, his voice full of performative outrage. “Officer, I can testify! Milo has always been jealous of my relationship with Shannon. He’s also jealous that I’m about to be promoted to attending physician, so he deliberately killed Mr. Nichols just to ruin my reputation! Just yesterday, he even told me that people like Henrik Nichols, who exploit others, deserve to

"I am not hungry." His brows drew together and his muscles flexed, "You see this, I didn't cut my palm for the show! I took an Omertà." "What is that?" I asked, seriously doubting my mental health. Who would talk so freely with their captor on a dining table— well, not exactly on a dining table but on the kitchen slab— like they were their warden? "It's like an unbreakable promise. We basically take an Omertà towards our clan and during forming an alliance to show our faithfulness and obligation. But I took it for you."

He fell down and broke his wrist during the stroke. "Pakhan" he offered the paper to Kai after its done. "You may leave now" Kai instructed the chief after accepting Sinclair's death certificate. Kai and all the chief law enforcement officers from all the states has an unspoken truce. Kai will not create unnecessary blood bath and neither would he touch any innocent person. But if some one messes with him, that person will be killed. As long as Keep his promise and the chiefs receive their share of the money, they will eagerly cooperate with the Pakhan. Sinclair is an idiot who didn't realize that fact yet because of his ego.

His jaw tightened, "You know what she means to me. She thinks of me as one of her uncles. I would rather have my tongue cut out than speak a single word that could put her—or anyone in this family—in danger." He shook his head. "I would never betray the Capones. I would never dishonor my oath. I swore Omertà before God and before this famiglia and I intend to die keeping that oath. You can question my judgment. You can question my decisions. You can question the fact that I stupidly got caught but please... don't question my loyalty." Vincenzo simply continued watching him. People assumed lies came from words. They didn't. Words were easy. Bodies were honest. Ciro had repeated the same timel

“YOU SWORE TO ME! YOU TOOK MY OATH. YOU DRANK MY BLOOD. YOU CALLED ME BROTHER!” He squatted down in front of him, slow and steady, the kind of calm that made the devil shiver. He reached into his coat and pulled out his gun, dragging the barrel along Diego’s blood-slicked cheek. “I RAISED YOU. I FED YOU. I CLEANED YOUR FUCKING SINS WHEN NOBODY ELSE WOULD.” He shoved the barrel between Diego’s lips. “AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?” He snarled against his ear. “SEI MORTO NEL MOMENTO IN CUI HAI SCELTO DI TRADIRMI.”

“From what?” This time, silence answered first, then one of the wolves laughed. It was not a pleasant sound. “From us,” he said, and a few of the vampires smiled. Virelle’s stomach tightened. Edric raised one hand, and the room quieted again. “The oath is not symbolic. It is old magic. It enforces order. It prevents certain… appetites from becoming inconvenient.” Virelle glanced around the chamber once more. At the glowing eyes. The sharpened expressions. The hunger that had not truly left some of their faces.