Oath Of Omerta Novels & Stories

he stated, I had to chuckle, it was funny for him to call me that. “I am not your wife, what am I doing here and who the hell are you?” I yelled loudly. “You do not have to yell, I dislike that.” he said softly, his hands trying to caress my cheeks as he stood right before me, but I moved away. “As for your questions, I’ll answer them.” He poured himself a glass of water and sipped from it. “My name is Anthonio Armani, the leader and the head of the Turkish mafia group, your husband,” he introduced himself. Turkish mafia group? Husband? This was all too much to take in.

How ironic. Neera smiled thinly. "You’re right. I don’t defend criminals. I win." The room went still. Kieran chuckled, but his eyes remained cool. Calculating. "Enough. We have business." She followed every case they discussed like a hawk watching prey. Her presence clearly made them uneasy, but that was part of the point. Power unsettled people when it wore heels and a suit instead of a gun. "There’s a laundering issue with the Castello operation," Kieran finally said. "Someone got sloppy. A warehouse raid, too much press. We’re exposed."

His sins have now been expiated. "Twenty Four hours! I am giving you twenty four hours to either commit your sins by your own mouth or I will prove it in court by my own!" Dominic challenged.

He kept looking at mama's picture with a deep frown. "Mark, start from the beginning," I ordered. Mark swallowed and nodded, he looked around the room, "Elijah... Elijah broke the Mafia's Oath of Omertà. He broke the sacred code of silence and became an informant for the FBI in exchange for immunity against all the crimes he committed under the Costello Crime Family. Elijah, his wife, Evangeline, and I, were supposed to leave the country after he had successfully exposed the Costello family and handed you and your father over to the FBI."

He has listening devices planted in the homes of various mob bosses and this is the reason Andrei was helping him. He had some damning evidence on the Romanian boss and was being blackmailed. I sent those details to Kaius; now he owes me one. “What the fuck does Omerta even mean to these assholes nowadays?” I say to myself, remembering how my father beat the oath into me. How it would be more honorable to die than snitch to the Feds. He would make us recite the oath as he threw us into fighting rings with men meant to break us, until we understood the importance of it.

I wasn’t looking for a way out. I was looking for a way in. Since I wouldn’t be able to sleep, I decided to do some research. I grabbed my laptop and sat in bed, and I quickly gathered some information on how a typical mafia gang operated. According to every source I checked, the information was basically the same. A mafia gang was like a military band, and they were all sworn to a code of silence, or omertà, as most of them described it. This meant staying away from the cops at all possible times. You do not speak to them, you do not offer them any information that they might use, and you keep your mouth shut no matter what. That already seemed ridiculous to me, and I was genuinely afraid o

it began, "I know you were the one who tipped them off. I don't blame you. It's the punishment I deserve. But please, let me visit Lucia's grave. Just once. If you remember the oath we took..." He was talking about Omertà—the blood oath of silence we took at our wedding. A sacred code he had shattered with his own hands. I sneered and tore the letter to shreds. "Tell him," I said to Johnson, "that he broke that oath with his own hands. The oath died the moment he chose to harm an innocent." A week later, I officially took over all of the Moretti family's legitimate businesses. "The transfer of shares for the shipping company is complete," my new assistant, Sofia, reported. "As are the operat

Thomas exhaled as Aleksander looked at him from below his lashes, looking at a file that had been handed to him in the middle of his words before handing it back to the man behind him. “Then, I believe you can tell me about your previous employers,” Aleksander asked as he slipped his hands into his slack’s pockets. “To a certain degree,” He nodded. “Why? Are you bound by Omerta, Mr. Colombo?” The younger asked him in Italian. “That is an occupational hazard when working with the Cosa Nostra,” Thomas responded in fluent Italian, nodding to the man’s words.

I asked, impressed by his resolve. “We are bound by Omerta, so I won't tell you anything,” he muttered. “Besides, it's not like you'll let me go even if I talk.” I assured him that if he told me everything I needed to know, I’d let him go immediately. My look was sly but he didn't notice. Javier looked up at me and chuckled. “Nice try, but I heard from your men that I'd be killed the moment I talked,” he said. “Go ahead and kill me already because I won't say anything.”

"You know I am the leader of the Italian mafia. You know what I do. Now I'll need you to keep it a secret" "Ofcourse I'll"Nicole replied immedately. She felt relieved knowing it had nothing to do with his confession of his feelings towards her. Raphael opened the storage compartment box in his car and brought out some stapled documents with a pen. "I'll need you to sign this contract of Òmerta"he said to her. "What is this?" "It's a contract of riservatezza. Which means a contract of confidentiality. It means it's a code of silence among the mafia about divulging our activities to the police or other law enforcement agencies. Go through the contract ok"