Omerta Mafia Novels & Stories

“Everything’s ready inside. Security has been checked twice.” I nodded. “Good. You can leave after you bring in the files from the North office branch tomorrow morning.” “Yes, Boss.” He left, and I walked in alone. The place looked new, I dropped my coat on the couch and moved toward the window. The view was nice, at least Luca knew I loved seeing the night lights and traffics. He has been with me since my Dad sent me out of the country the if his death before he passed out. I had worked hard like a dog, clawing my way up through blood and loyalty until the name Vicente Russo started to echo again in the underworld, not as the son of a dead man, but as the man himself.

After the marriage 1 month later she died, due to careless shooting from the mafia rivals, I always told her for the longest of time never to marry into this family, but she was driven by money and didn’t listen, so she has herself to blame for her death. “Remain here, don’t come downstairs until they are all gone, do you understand?” “I don’t, because you’re not doing any such thing, they are my friends and I say when they leave…” i barely even completed what I was going to say, and he had his large hand wrapped around my neck and pinned me to the wall, his breathing shallow against the crook of my neck “I don’t appreciate it when someone refuses to do what I asked them to do natty, and you

she moved closer to her, Caterina stepped back Caterina let out a soft laugh, clearly amused. “Feisty. I can see why he’s entertained.” She stepped closer, her heels clicked against the floor with an unsettling confidence . “But let’s be clear—you are not a threat to me.” She whispered, “I’m sure you don’t know a single thing about Mafia’s, not even the omertà code” she teased Omertà code? She had heard Massimo say that before, that was his reason for killing the Romanos.

Ophelia and I never got mad? Ofélia was the owner of the house and she was the one who coordinated everything and made sure that everything was impeccable, that the girls were presentable and that the house was running at full speed, this luxury club was another bet of La cosa nostra, the mafia that I commanded had several other investments spread across the country and that were used to launder money, Montenegro and the CIA was a clear example of this. __" you can give us privacy girls we'll call you later. After the women left us alone, I took another sip of whiskey, licking my lips, wiping away any remaining drops.

There had been a clash of mafia gangs in Italy, there were all fighting each other on who was to take control of things. The Capo for the Louie Salvador gang, had been assassinated 20 years ago. All family members crushed to death, thes few that escaped were handed over to the authorities. They ended up dying during torture, as they choose to practice Omertá (the code of silence that forbade them, from revealing anything to the authorities). “Why are they making a ruckus, after such a long time?” I murmured to myself, as I scrolled further down on the news article I was reading.

The last thing I wanted was Sofia walking up to Bennett and yelling at his face that he was a Mafia capo. Would he kill her? Yes, he would. He didn't joke with his family's safety. "Remember the code of silence?" I begged. "Omega? Omata?" "Omerta." I corrected and she frowned. "Isn't it the same thing." "You have to understand that this isn't a joke Sofia, people die. They are dangerous and these people..they don't laugh. They are killers,you mess with them and you're dead. This isn't a fairytale or a sweet Romcom Sofia." I said.

“I know this arrangement was sudden and somewhat much unexpected, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the reasons, so I won’t dare indulge in that and waste any more time.” A few men laughed, but obviously, that didn’t include Adonis, as far as I knew him, or Eros. “They say that our bonds are forged with blood, business, and marriage, but I’d like to highlight the key component, which is Omerta. Oath. Today we are here to celebrate and bear witness to one such oath-taking ceremony, a new bond that will bring new meanings. My daughter, Mariella Romano, will be taking the ring from the underboss of Manhattan, Eros Castellanos, binding us in new business and relations.”

“Don't give me that look, you are responsible for this. You endangered them when you senselessly tweeted about coming here to spend Christmas with them.” "It's not my fault. So the Italian mafia is enraged with the tweets of a young girl and decided to act on the death threats they've been sending since. What do you all stand to gain by killing an innocent family with no connection to me? They knew nothing,” I said, whimpering as my voice cracked due to how I was crying. All I could feel was rage, a blinding rage that melted every sense of danger and fear I had left. I struggled against my restraints, fighting to break free until my hands and knuckles began to bleed.

"I'm not happy with the mixed-blood policy either. But what can we do if that's the way times are changing? And Henry, you broke the most important rule. You broke the Omerta oath." Omerta. The code of silence and obedience. A mafia member keeps the organization's secrets no matter what happens. It is the most important rule in Cosa Nostra. Anyone who breaks this rule cannot survive. Henry's shoulders slumped when the word Omerta was mentioned. Janni gazed at Henry with remorseful eyes for a moment before standing up. After gathering his jacket and hat, Janni gripped Henry's slumped shoulder firmly as a farewell and left. "Wait outside."

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.