Omerta Mafia Novels & Stories

My eyes remained on him just praying he would do something so I could go tell Alex, and leave it to him to take care of this. "Omertà is the code of silence. There's one thing in this world that you must abide by if you want to survive and that is omertà. What you see, hear, taste or even smell must be kept to yourself, or if it's actually useful information with the don," he explains. My eyebrows pull together at the last word he had spoken of; don.

GINEVRA The longer you danced with the devil, the longer your stay in hell would be. I had danced with the devil way too long for comfort and I’ve had to endure the hell that came with that dance. Here’s the thing, in the mafia, only one thing was held at extreme value—the code of silence. Omertà. You could be as ambitious as you wanted, you could do whatever it took to achieve great heights and none would blink an eye as long as the code of silence sworn to your famiglia stayed unbroken.

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.

The meeting continued. Leonard Kim, head of the Shadow Mafia in Italy, stood after a moment. He had that measured look, like every word was chosen for effect. “Sir Eric, the other mafia organizations in America are in chaos. Since those three major groups were arrested with heavy evidence from a government spy, they’ve been scrambling to find new alliances.” I set my phone aside and faced him. “Indeed.” “I think you should be careful,” he said, eyes looking at me. “Of course.”

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.”

Eventually, they melded with early Italian-American Mafia groups. In the 1980s, many Camorra members and employees fled from gang wars and suppressed gangs within the Italian justice system and moved to the United States. According to the FBI, about 200 Camorra members are said to be active. domestic. Although they did not seem to rebuild their clan structure in the United States, Camora members settled in Los Angeles, New York, and Springfield, Massachusetts. The US police believe that Camora is a growing criminal enterprise, which is particularly dangerous because it can adapt to new trends and form new alliances with other criminal organizations. In 2012, the Obama administration imposed

Immediately the door was slammed shut, Roman turned to look at Jamie, "Azazel's family used to be the head of the Mafia. Grandfather took over when he got to the human world." "You know, Werewolves crave dominance and he made the mafia his pack. Now, Azazel wants to rule the mafia." Roman explained. On the other hand, Jamie was a bit surprised, she had been trying to get Azazel to meet her, so they could talk. However, he had been evading her. Also, all the plans she had set up to catch him never worked. Seeing Jamie in deep thought, Roman continued, "We can't let him rule the mafia. It's our territory." He said, with so much resoluteness.

* * * * * * * * * * PD Luciana wandered through the villa's garden, the scent of blooming flowers and freshly cut grass filling her lungs. But her mind wasn't on the serene surroundings. Alessandro's words echoed in her thoughts; "Antonio's family is Mafia... they're ruthless. They'll stop at nothing to get what they want." She shivered, despite the warmth of the sun on her skin. The Mafia's reputation was notorious - brutal killings, extortion, and corruption. They operated in the shadows, and their influence reached the highest echelons of power.

But the thirst for the throne lead him to Orlando Berlusconi 'the Italian mafia leader'. That wastrel manipulated him in such way that he betrayed dad. It was the day '27th July' dad and uncle went to sign the Omerta with Orlando. He was the sheep hidden in the face of friend. Uncle was skeptical about him but dad didn't listened. I wish if he had once listened to him maybe he'd still be here, with us. Orlando offered to join Italy with dad's and uncle's regency. But they got betrayed by their own. Zax had changed almost all the people by his own. Just dad's and uncle's very close and trusted ones went on with them for the deal.

“You can say it.” “Yes, that,” A chill went through my spine. “And what does it stand for again?” I had never heard of them before. “Mafia Intelligence and Security Agency, it’s quite the name, isn’t it?” “Yes,” I swallowed my throat. The reality of the situation was starting to sink in, and it wasn’t looking good. From all the organizations it could’ve been, it had to be one specifically built to, what I assume, take down the Mafia. "I came to visit because I want to know what I’m getting into," I lied, giving her the saddest look I possibly could. I could see Jessica’s hesitation kicking in.