Oath Of Omerta Novels & Stories

Strangely enough, a jolt of excitement ran through me as he continued to look at me with his serious eyes. “Am I not already a part of this world? Look who my father is.” I asked, confused how all this worked. Although they kept me in the dark, news about me had already spread. “No.” He let me go as he shook his head, and we started walking again, waiting for him to elaborate. “Your father might be a mob boss, but that doesn’t mean you’re a part of it just because you’re his daughter. You have to take an oath.” “Omertá.” I blurted, remembering I had read about it. It was a code of silence and a code of honor. Break it and you wouldn’t live to see the next hour. “Honestly, I thought it was ma

“I know this arrangement was sudden and somewhat much unexpected, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the reasons, so I won’t dare indulge in that and waste any more time.” A few men laughed, but obviously, that didn’t include Adonis, as far as I knew him, or Eros. “They say that our bonds are forged with blood, business, and marriage, but I’d like to highlight the key component, which is Omerta. Oath. Today we are here to celebrate and bear witness to one such oath-taking ceremony, a new bond that will bring new meanings. My daughter, Mariella Romano, will be taking the ring from the underboss of Manhattan, Eros Castellanos, binding us in new business and relations.”

She turned to the second page and continued reading. ‘So Velenoso married a woman of Italian origin and was ready to take the oath (omerta) in their language. The Omerta is an extraordinary ritual where Velenoso cut his hand and spilled his blood to show He wouldn't fear spilling blood to protect his soldiers when the time comes.’

But Carmela had threatened him, invoking the family’s code of omertà, the law of silence. If he dared to reveal the secret, he would be executed in the old Sicilian way—sunk in the sea. After a soul-searing internal battle, Marco had decided to defy the order of the family's new matriarch. He pulled a yellowed piece of paper from his breast pocket and, with trembling hands, held it out to Salvatore. It was the official death certificate, issued by the town doctor. He had kept a copy, waiting for the right moment to tell Salvatore the truth.

I heard that devilish voice calling after me, smooth and haunting in its Italian lilt. Panic surged, and I broke into a desperate run. Behind me, his laughter echoed, a sinister melody that danced in the air, followed by words that would haunt my nightmares: "You can run, bonita, but I will always find you." I knew luck had never been on my side; "luck" and "Joeniya" simply didn't belong in the same sentence. Yet, facing the reality of my situation felt like an insurmountable burden. The man I had witnessed commit murder-the very act that shattered my already fragile existence-was tied to the police captain, a shocking revelation that only deepened my dread. If he could eliminate someone as

Too willing to love a man who never promised her anything but power in exchange for obedience. And she’d fallen in love anyway. That was her first sin. The second? Stealing from him. Whispers of betrayal. A half-million in laundered funds. And a deal with the Cataldi cartel that ended in bullets. Dante pulled the trigger himself. He remembered her last words. “I never meant to betray you.” He hadn’t answered. Because it didn’t matter. Intentions were for children and priests. Not kings made of iron. Present – Moretti Estate Dante moved through the halls like a storm waiting for a target.

GINEVRA The longer you danced with the devil, the longer your stay in hell would be. I had danced with the devil way too long for comfort and I’ve had to endure the hell that came with that dance. Here’s the thing, in the mafia, only one thing was held at extreme value—the code of silence. Omertà. You could be as ambitious as you wanted, you could do whatever it took to achieve great heights and none would blink an eye as long as the code of silence sworn to your famiglia stayed unbroken.

I’m doing it out of necessity. Some things need to be taken care of quickly because there is no room for errors in this business. The rules and a certain type of conduct are the backbone of our existence. Once there’s a glitch, things become a gamble, and loss is unacceptable. We all know we are bound by those rules. We, the made men who have taken omertà oaths. Soldato. Caporegime. Underboss. Boss. It doesn’t matter who we are. We can all get bullets in our heads.

"It's still law. Any confirmed Veyrith descendant is classified as a Class A threat. The punishment is execution." "And Kael knows this?" I asked. "Why do you think he's hiding you here?" Mara said. I looked down at my hands. Normal, brown, unremarkable. The hands of a girl who had spent her whole life invisible. And now those same hands carried enough power to get me killed just for existing. "So I need to learn control," I said. "Not just to fight Darius, but to hide what I am from the Inquisitors." "Exactly," Mara said. "You need to learn to suppress the glow, contain the energy, and mask your signature so they read you as a normal omega."