Oath Of Omerta Novels & Stories

Vito's POV: You have one rule as a member of the Mafia; never break Omerta. They can whatever the fuck they want with you or torture you until blood runs out from your ears, but you do not break Omerta. You bleed in silence, you do not give up your family, you do not say a word about what happens within the organization, and you take the pain like a fucking man.

Another rogue rushed from her blind side— —and was tackled midair by a dark wolf with burning amber eyes. Ronan. He landed between her and the threat, teeth bared, body a living shield. The two men fought on either side of her now, movements sharp and lethal, perfectly aware of each other’s positions without looking. Not rivals in that moment. Pack. The remaining rogues faltered, then scattered back into the trees with retreating snarls. Silence fell in broken breaths and the copper scent of blood.

The police love having them as informants and thinking of themselves as heroes whenever they capture people like us. "Who wants to go back home?" she asks. Surprisingly, no one raises their hands or says anything "That's what I thought. Most of you either come from the streets or shitty households. You wanted a better life but not as prostitutes. So I'll make you a deal, you can stay here. We'll definitely need people to work in the coff*e shop. I will give you a place to stay in and a monthly salary provided you do your job well. If you don't want that, I'll pay you a one-time f*e and let you go. Whichever choice you pick, I want you to remember one thing. Omerta. Say anything about what ha

“How can I work with someone whom I still believe killed my mom.” “And I believe your family has done plenty of killing too,” he replied evenly. “But tonight isn’t about old blood. It’s about staying alive.” My hands were still shaking from the fight. I set the gun down. “On one condition. We share everything we find. No secrets. The second we know who the Swan is, we go our separate ways.” Luciano nodded slowly. “Deal. But you stay here until it’s safe. No running off to your father half-cocked.”

I just need to stay positive and keep my eyes open. ---------------------------------------------- Gate Club Paris I was sitting near the bar, waiting for a man with so many guards. I knew he was a powerful man, and my boss said he had ties to the Mafia, so he must be with so many men behind him, as we saw in movies, so I kept looking at the entrance, waiting for a man like this.

Just reminding them who they were dealing with. "Tell me," he said coolly, "are you willing to die for a better deal?" The man swallowed, his confidence visibly shaken. "No," he admitted. "Then I expect your loyalty to remain intact." Another moment of silence before the man nodded stiffly. "Of course, Alessandro. It won’t happen again." Alessandro leaned back, satisfied. "Good." He picked up his gun and stood. "Meeting over." As the men filed out, Amelia remained frozen in place. She had known Alessandro was ruthless, but witnessing it firsthand was something else entirely.

I saw a ghost of a smile on his face like it was a happy memory and my chewing seized as I looked at Octavious who had just admitted to me that he killed someone, "I didn't think twice and didn't hesitate. I felt absolutely nothing as I pointed the gun to Billy's head and shot him twice." He shrugged casually, easily lifting the spoon to my mouth but I couldn't part my lips, frozen and shaken to the core at his confession. He didn't react, but I knew the fear was evident on my face, "anyways, the bottom of the story is, we took over the gang and we ended up killing a lot of people. I was thirsty for blood while your father got cold feet and wanted to back out. If you remember, my little star

He staggered to his feet and stammered as he tried to say '"I I I" "You can save yourself the trouble of lying to me since i know that the money from that deal went into your accounts which you ujsed to fund your whore's birkin collection, the same whore you told about our world. Did you or did you not swear omerta to me?" I asked with my hand on my gun "Yes, I did, but"

Leon needs to know this won't be swept under the rug. 'I am Bruno, Leon's wolf. And I give you my word as Alpha of my pack that once we help wake my brother, your mate, I will assist you in your mission..' I know I can trust him. Plus he just made an Alpha vow. That cannot be broken easily. I nod my head. 'Leon is asking if Monica is okay in there. Everyone thought she died.' He says ominously.

Fair wasn’t a word that could be applied to human/wolf relations and we just had to accept it. “You’re right, The Dirty Den isn’t worth the risk, but getting one over on our lords and masters is. Call me a rebel.” He tipped his glass up in a salute, clearly enjoying seeing himself in the role of a disrupter. If I’d seen him walking down the street I never would have guessed it, he looked so straight-laced. “I’ll keep that in mind.” I saluted him with my glass in return. “Can you point me towards the bar? I need to find my friend.”