Omerta Mafia Novels & Stories

"He says he'll be here for the auction, but he's busy until the night before, acquiring the product we need for ambiance." "But..." There's always a "but" when Brendan doesn't provide the whole story, and Connor tries to shield me from the truth. This white slavery business is not ours , but the Japanese mafia's and it's the only time I'm willing to collaborate with them. In a roundabout way, although Ottawa is taking care of everything, he and his men, we will just deliver some women and of course the main course, my perfect revenge against Lorenzo. Who would have thought that a wife of a mob leader

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”.

“I am not God Mack, you know the rules, you were warned.“ He picked two bare wires and brought them together causing an electric shock. “What is the second rule of the mafia society?“ He asked Mack whose eyes didn't leave the wires he was holding. “Never involve children in the act,” he muttered still staring at his hands. “And what did you do?“ Alex raised his brows. “I made children sell drugs.“ He muttered. “Good and now it is time you pay for your crimes,” he placed the bare wires on Mack's legs sending waves of electric shock through his body. The man yelled, he couldn't take his legs away because he was bounded. “Boss have mercy,” he yelled. Alex laughed, he has missed this, the cry fo

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. Then she typed. Thomas Ledger. Nothing useful appeared. Mostly business articles and property acquisitions. She frowned. Then she tried another name. Damien. Several results appeared. Her pulse quickened. She clicked one of the older articles. The headline alone made her stomach tighten. The article described a notorious underworld figure wanted by multiple agencies. There were references to organized crime, international investigations, and countless rumors surrounding his rise to power. What surprised her most was the lack of photographs. There wasn't a single clear image.

They seemed to be fine and they were having a chat amongst themselves. I gave a subtle knock, and then asked for the files, he said he brought them so I told him to drop everything I'm my room. Some of my men that were injured during my attack on my competitor's camp were already getting better while some of them still had a bit of healing to go. It was already nighttime by the time Damien got back, I retired to my room after I had checked up on the man in the basement. He has confessed to teaming up with another Italian mafia who also wanted a contract I was pursuing.

“He’s in his office right now, making a plan, calling in every favour he can to get us out of here.” She wiped at her face again, more roughly this time. “Ariella, we won’t survive. We can’t. We won’t survive. Nobody escapes the Mafia.” She looked me dead in the eye, and something inside me shattered. “Listen to me, Ariella. Go talk to your dad. Nobody escapes the Mafia. Nobody gets away. And our death...it will be hard. It will be bad. We’ll be made an example of. A warning to everyone. Come for all.”

Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal. “Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo,” Val mumbled. “With blood, we come. With blood, we go.” I met her gaze. “This, my dear, is the Omerta tattoo of Cosa Nostra.” She swiped the image to Domenico’s. A very shirtless Domenico. I had never met Domenico Guerra upfront, but I had gotten a good idea of how he looked. If he and Adonis walked into the room, all eyes would turn to Domenico first before moving to Adonis. It was not to say that Adonis was less handsome, but there was something about Domenico that could steal the spotlight. And the same was with his sister.

My anger was rising and my grip on my assault rifle was tightening. It was Jerry Gill, the leader of the Dragonbone mafia group located in Camden. Unlike the Morgan family's mafia business that only deals with money laundering and online gambling, the Dragonbone mafia has no specific field. However, they were famous for human trafficking, especially trade for women and organs. Then I heard Jerry whistling while still groping Jeanne's body. "You have good taste in women. It's a pity that you —" I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cut him off. "Keep your filthy hands off my wife or ..."

"We needed to kill off his brother because he betrayed the omertà." "He betrayed the what?" I raise a brow. "Omertà is the code of silence and honor that we uphold as members of this organization. Betraying the omertà is one of the most shameful things you can do as a made man," he continues. "And how does one betray this code?" I ask out of curiosity. "By having a big mouth and being a pussy," he smirks. I try to stifle my laughter, "Explain further, please."

what was he doing with the Russians? "I wasn't with any Russian. You crazy bitch" he cussed, which Martina responded to immediately with a very hard punch on his face… "What were you doing with the Russians uncle Andrea?" She asked again, this time bringing out her gun, then cocking it… "Family comes first uncle, in everything. Even on your deathbed. That's why we swear the Omerta. I still want to know what the brother to the head of the Italian Mafia was doing with one of our greatest enemies at a club at an odd hour?" She said to them.