Omerta Mafia Novels & Stories

She looked more relaxed than I was, sitting next to me. “Hey. How are you feeling?” Linden asked her. “Honestly? Terrified, but he specifically asked for me to join Mad, and I will do it in a heartbeat for Tara to come home.” “You’re a good friend, Olive.” Linden sat across from her. “I have a good friend who was captured by the Russian mafia.” “What’s with you and the mafia?” Linden looked at me and smiled at her. “In my line of work, you have no idea how useful they are. They have manpower, firearms, and intel. They are also bound by Omerta. They don’t betray their own people.”

Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. -Sun Tzu * * * MATEO So today something big will happen. By big I mean war. War full of blood and dead bodies. The Red mafia crossed us and today is the day to show them what we are capable of and what we do to those who cross us. They killed a lot of my men in Europe, and not only that, they also killed the family of someone I know.

I dialed a number immediately and after some series of beep connected me to the receiver. «Code?» a computerized voice issued. «Omerperta '' was the Mafia's code of silence. «Logan?» the voice resounded with a bit of uncertainty and surprise. «Yes, Damaris. And I need your help» «Jesus Christ! Logan where have you been?..." The robotic effect was lifted from the voice and the bearer's voice became clear. «Away from the hunt» «What can I do for you Boss? It would be an honor to do something for you, you're a legend, your story never gets old, it never get's away from the lips of the clans. But everything has changed since you left… oh there's a rumour…»

Some of David Del Valle's people were placed as infiltrators in the Romero's teams. Meanwhile in Argentina, Maria, had a very particular visit in Bella Vista, because the men of the Mexican mafia showed up at her house, dressed as an internet fixer, they staged a scene where part of the team was faking a fix, and the main person in charge of that operation talked inside with the young De La Cruz and warned her about the strange orders that the boss sends her to carry out;

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.”

The innocent souls who had nothing to do with this. "You bastard," I whispered, my voice trembling with rage. He smiled. Smug. Unbothered. "Now you’re catching on, Moreau." Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. He wanted my fear. My submission. I couldn’t give him that. But as I stood there, my entire world crashing down around me, I realized something horrifying. Raphael DeLuca wasn’t just a ruthless man. He was a monster, and I was completely at his mercy.

"Even if you simply annoy the fuck out of me, I'd kill you." I faced the man who remained mute. He was bloodied and beaten as I had requested. And yet he gave nothing away. I wanted to know to who he snitched about my business affairs to. For the worst thing, any mafia could have been reckless immature snitches, running off to the police or singing to the highest bidders.

I didn't care about his existence. Jack arched his brows and pursed his lips as he stared at me, obviously concerned about my lack of concern about what he just said. I didn't see a reason to be scared of Oliver's threat, he was a powerful member of the black stone Mafia but I didn't give a damn how powerful he was because he was not a match for me and never would be. "Vladivostok, don't you think you should be worried about Oliver's strength? He has the members of his mafia gang by his side and I was also informed that Green Hell gave also joined forces with him." Sparrow muttered.

My disgust when I realised that the overly religious bastard trying to bring me down, built a church and dutifully attended mass but trafficked the young and helpless when he didn't need to. The Mafia crime ring didn't have to be dishonourable. Him and the others I have taken out were the scum of my world. He was the last of the dishonourable dons in the mafia world. I had picked him right outside the church. Eliminating him and his likes had been my life's work, a work my father started and I was finishing. "Bring me four of his fingers, two from each hand," I order my man, sipping the gin.

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”