Oath Of Omerta Novels & Stories

If you do not follow these conditions…) Verdi’s voice was stern and held no nonsense. “Capisco.” (I understand.) My father agreed without a second thought. Dropping his head, he let the realisation sink in. That we had no family to go back to, we had to move on, we had to relinquish any connections we had with the Mafia and our families. “Omertà.” (Code of silence.) “Sì,” We both confirmed in unison. The things we had done up until this point were no longer protected by the Mafia, the Verdi’s. If one word got out about who we were, who we were related to or worked for. We were both dead.

“Betrayal.” The room seemed to shrink around the men seated at the long oak table. No one moved, no one blinked, each man consumed by the gnawing fear of being the Devil’s next target. They were part of the Morano Mafia, yet they dared to embezzle from the business, traffic women and children and sell drugs outside of the Morano territories. “If any of you weak c*nts decides to betray this famiglia and break Omertà,” he continued, his tone so venomous it could poison the air, “I will carve out the eyes of everyone you love the most and make you feed on it”

My father didn’t raise me to back down from any man—no matter how handsome he was. Momentarily taken aback, he laughed even harder displaying the deep indents on his cheeks. And there goes my ovaries! “It’s cute that you think you can intimidate me,” he began, his accent heavy. “But I’m the one making the bargains here.” He stepped closer, grasping my chin in a way that was both unsettling and oddly thrilling. Raising my head so our eyes locked, he continued, “Honoring OMERTA requires that I kill you for overhearing what you did, but I’m going to make you an offer.”

She asked, staring at him as he came near. "Well..she didn't want to bring that up but then she needed to know what an Omerta was. Rob had told him a part of it but not all of it." "It's a code. A Law no one is supposed to break." He said, looking away as he watched her eyes widen. "And I just did?" "You broke the first Law by saying it out in such a public place. So for this Ashley Mazza, you're supposed to be twelve feet under." "But there's no one here. Will you kill me? Can you kill me?" She asked, and he smirked.

"How do you know I'll keep my promise?" I smile, coyly. "The same way I know you follow the Omerta." Her eyes narrowed. "How do you know about that?" "The streets talk," I lied. "The Omerta isn't just a Code of Silence in your world but a Code of Honor. One I know your family takes very, very seriously." I know she doesn't believe me about my source but she knows I won't give anything up. Her eyes search mines, probing me for some hidden secret. I give nothing away and I could see the frustration in her eyes before she gives in.

“You thought crossing me was the best. Huh?” Bound to the metal chair, bruised and bloodied. His right eye darted round, his breathing strained. “Please Capo, I can explain—” Giving him a cold smile, “oh I'm sure you can explain E. Explaining, you will do. But first, what happened to Lealtà, to Omerta?” The dimly lit warehouse fell silent. “I want their names.” “I swear man. I don't know their names. We only communicated through books.”

He had brought me to a deserted area, some large building that looked non-functioning, but had people inside nonetheless. "You didn't figure out what we are yet?" Luca laughed. I shook my head. "I figured you're an illegal cult. Headed by Don." "Well, you're partially correct." He sighed. "I've vowed to a code of silence," "Like Omerta?" "What?" "Code of Silence - like the Omerta? The Sopranos?" I asked. "Oh," He let out a large breath. "Sí. Like that." "And you're not gonna break that?"

" Gray didn't tell you about the code of silence. The Omertà." " What the hell is that?" " Fuck , Ariel. Once you decide to get involved with the Mafia, you get marked. It's a symbol which means a code of silence , it's called the Omertà." " I don't get it. What's that supposed to mean? I mean how does this concern the situation I'm in right now."

I craned my neck to look at him, his eagle like eyes were already on me. “The most important rule.” He added and leaned on his desk, his hand picked the whiskey glass in a fashion I call royal, the way he lifted it to his thin lips, it was so sexy, “Never tell anyone about our family, if by any chance you hear some ‘important’ business which we do not discuss in front of the women of our family or the house staff, it’s called ‘omerta’ in our world. This is fatal for you and for our family.” He finished.

Salvatore. I pushed the thought away immediately, he’s bounded by Omertà. He has been with me for years, through blood, through Diego. He wouldn’t, it can’t be one of the men. Salvatore Bianchi, Mikhail Reznikov, Kaia Morelo and Veleno Caruso were sworn to Omertà, they have already earned their place in blood. My phone buzzed suddenly, it was an unknown number. Private and untraceable. The room went silent, I answered without hesitation.