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.

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.”

Keep the Omega’s scent from rousing anything that might answer. My throat tightens with anger honed to utility. “This isn’t dissent,” I say. “This is treason.” “Call it what you like,” Dever grinds out. “We call it survival.” The man with the cask fumbles with the lid and I throw my second knife. It bites into the wood, not his hand, and the jolt knocks the cask sideways so it rolls instead of spills. He swears, but the smell sharpens the air anyway.

“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.

"The protection clause. Subsection four, paragraph two. Absolute authority over the Omega Party's safety. Define absolute." Serena didn't blink. "No one in the organisation touches you, threatens you, or gives you directives without Mr Vane's explicit authorisation. Any violation is treated as a violation against Mr Vane directly." "And if Mr Vane is the threat?" Silence. It landed in the room and stayed there. Alastor went still in a different way than he'd been still before: sharper, a recalibration. I kept my eyes on Serena because I had asked the lawyer a legal question and I wanted a legal answer.