Oath Of Omerta Novels & Stories

“You are mine. In the light. In the dark. In life and in death.” Then he kissed me—not sweetly, not gently, but with the finality of a signature carved in stone. I kissed him back, eyes burning. When we parted, the room remained silent, everyone watching us. A pact had been made. And something deep had shifted. No applause. No fanfare. Just a blood oath sealed by a kiss and the promise of death if I ever broke any vows. “The Bratva is governed by the five of us. I do not work alone. I work with the Omerta Alliance and answer to them from time to time. Do not be surprised of you are summoned by any of these four men.”

He was in need of breakfast, and Olivia’s beautiful scent—oh how he loved her musk, it was an elixir to his dysfunctional self. Still no response from any of the men. He looked up at the ceiling as he let out a breath of disappointment , it was such a shame too—he trusted these men, at least half of them anyway and they go ahead to mess with his livelihood knowing very well they swore an oath. Breaking the Omertà was considered to be punishable by death, fortunately Alex was a more lenient don, he relished slow and gruesome pain, more than just shooting the heads of men who messed with him.

Everyone in the Medina crime gang knew how ruthless disciplinary actions for snitch were, and now their underboss 'Blade knuckles' is taking charge for it. “Any last wish?”, Antonio finally spoke, placing a hand on Apache's shoulder. “My daughter!”, the man stuttered hesitantly, the thought of his death penalty flashing through his memory in an instant. “Por favor, protege su honor restante. {Please protect her remaining honour}”. The man requested because according to the gang's rules, 'Any one that breaches an Omertà, his wife and children will be forced into prostitution'. “Yeah sure”, Antonio promised. “Dile hola al diablo de mi parte.{Say hi to the devil for me}”

It was exactly the way our great fathers built it. Only the doors were different, every doors leading to the dungeon had secret codes. And every one who knows the codes are bound by omerta, the code of silence. I watched the old man shivering, his teeths were clashing and gnashing against each other. He looked vulnerable, no one will see this man and believe he is Mateo Enzo Romano. They don't call me the wrecker for nothing. "Who will believe this man has a lot of bloods on his hand? I hate the fact that he is looking so innocent." Giovanni growled, pulling at chains that held his legs.

“Start prepping. I want you two to begin right away.” ____________ Damian I hang up the phone without saying goodbye. Fucking hell. Mario just questioned my loyalty to the Familia. Like I needed the reminder. Familia comes first. I know that. I’ve always known that. When I made the vows. I didn’t just recite them; I have bled for them. Omertà - The code of silence. No matter the cost, we protect the secrets. We die with them. Secrecy - What happens in the Familia stays locked behind blood and fire. No one outside hears a word.

An ‘initiated’ member of the Luciano family, who is one of the five families that make up the New York branch of Cosa Nostra, the Italian Mafia based out of Sicily. The most important part of being a ’man of honour‘ is to uphold the Oath of Omerta, a code of honour, loyalty & silence, that all men take when they are sworn into the mafioso (mafia) & have to oblige by with their life. The oath bounds each man to serve

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

The coldness from the diamond stones sent a shiver down my spine. He shifted my hair back when he was done and from the polished desk, I caught sight of him staring down at me. “What do you mean by omertà?” I was confused. “It's an oath of silence and loyalty. And it comes with a huge price to pay once broken.” “What price?” I dared to ask. He stopped his actions. At that point I knew I shouldn't have asked. “Your blood and that of everyone you care about.” My breath hitched. I spun around immediately to face him. “You said both my family and I would be protected once I sign the contract!”

"Unusual for a Hollingsworth. Usually, they wait until they inherit the debt before they start barking." "He is speaking out of turn," Lawrence snapped, his jaw tightening as a vein throbbed violently at his temple. He turned his glacial glare back to Adrian. "You will keep your mouth shut, eat your breakfast, and remember your place at this table. You are here to secure an alliance, not critique the balance sheet." "An alliance built on compromised foundations tends to collapse under its own weight," Adrian shot back, the words tasting like copper on his tongue. Lawrence slammed his hand against the mahogany table, rattling the silver cutlery and spilling dark coffee over the edge of Arthur

I take a look at it and I can only see one word written on the piece of paper extremely boldly. Omertà A smile forms on his face as I look at him, I know exactly what it means and he knows that I do. It’s a code by which the mafia have always lived by, I will not be getting anything tangible out of him. No one will. “Fine, suit yourself.” I say as I get up and pack up the file “You are never going to get out of here and I am going to make sure of it.”