Oath Of Omerta の小説・ストーリー

He even wears all black like us, you would swear that he was also mafia. “Is the omertà is more important than having your brother’s murderers incarcerated?” he asks, but I ignore him again and fixate my eyes on the coffin in front of me. True justice for me would be bringing my brother back to life, nothing else. “What was that, Sir?” I hear the young female cop next to him ask. She must be his trainee because I have never seen her before. “They will never talk to us, no matter who dies. It’s their stupid code,” Detective Solomon explains. I can hear the frustration in his voice.

"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

All carried the weight of their districts in the set of their shoulders. They brought me forward. Don Bertaleo raised his eyes and studied me for a long moment, as though weighing my soul on invisible scales. Then the ritual began. One of the elders pricked my trigger finger with a sterilized needle. A drop of blood fell onto a small image of the Madonna. They set the paper alight in an ashtray and passed the burning image from hand to hand while I repeated the oath after Don Bertaleo. “I swear on my honor to be faithful to Cosa Nostra. If I betray, may my flesh burn like this saint.”

“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 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 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}”

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.”

Sworn to secrecy, he took the vow of Omerta at the age of ten. I was going to take back what was mine, my woman and territory. The Romano's may think they have won after setting up a fire accident in my home, luckily I survived. They all thought I was dead, I'm coming back with full force to take over and get rid of every accomplice that had a hand with my supposed death.

“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.