Omerta Mafia Novels & Stories

~Zia~ Mutiny. Traitors breached the rank of the mafia. A rebellion aimed to put this family down. These people came into the family with a purpose, and we’re about to learn what they want. This is something that any mafia clan wouldn’t want to hear. Omerta is a sacred bond, yet someone infiltrated the system, if not more. My heart stuck in my throat as I watched my father glanced at me, mom and Erik. He seemed unfazed by the news, yet I knew very well that this would be the most demanding challenge the American mafia would ever face from what I learned through my training.

The hunger had seemed to finish as quickly as he said it. He had signed an Omerta in my name. Omerta? That didn't sound like an ordinary thing. "What is that?" A part of me knew that it had to do with the Mafia thing. My eyes shone as I looked at him, ready to hear the rest of the words. "What else? Say something!" I yelled, and the watch on my wrist begun to beep loudly. "I think you should calm down now." He said, raising his right leg to place it on the left one.

"You will have to sign the code of omertà too and get branded as belonging to the mafia. I did not want to tell you all these but I knew if I did not, you will definitely find out one way or the other. And as for finding out your exact location on the day you almost got raped, it was actually very easy. I had one of my underbosses track your smart phone location. They do more complicated work like hacking into the government data base for political reasons so tracking you down was not hard" "What does the code of omertà entails?" I sucked in breath. "You will be monitored by the mafia. Your day to day location, calls, texts, emails will be monitored by the mafia. You must not be seen with th

He extended his arm while showing the red mark from her hit. Clara rolled her eyes, "Can you be a little more serious? Something bad is happening, and you're still worried about your reddened arm?" "Come on, the mission is well planned, and I know exactly what to do there. I won't attack Liam and his troops in Canada. In fact, I'm not tasked with attacking ElWagner's headquarters because Rafael has arranged a team from a mafia network led by Mikael Williams." "Who is Mikael Williams?" Clara furrowed her brow upon encountering another unfamiliar name in Lucas's story.

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

he stated, I had to chuckle, it was funny for him to call me that. “I am not your wife, what am I doing here and who the hell are you?” I yelled loudly. “You do not have to yell, I dislike that.” he said softly, his hands trying to caress my cheeks as he stood right before me, but I moved away. “As for your questions, I’ll answer them.” He poured himself a glass of water and sipped from it. “My name is Anthonio Armani, the leader and the head of the Turkish mafia group, your husband,” he introduced himself. Turkish mafia group? Husband? This was all too much to take in.

“Congratulations, Boss!” Without waiting for the celebration, Drake turned on his heel and walked out of the church. Amy followed closely behind, flanked by a sea of suits and heavy artillery. The moment the heavy church doors slammed shut behind them, the priest’s knees gave out, and he collapsed onto the altar floor, completely unconscious. Meanwhile, across the city, the atmosphere was entirely different. Inside the fortified syndicate of the Blood Pact Mafia. The second largest crime syndicate in Italy. Athan, a hardened man in his early fifties, sat high on a leather chair that served as his throne. The air in his private chambers was thick with the pungent, sweet scent of a heavy blunt

This means he really trusts me, Dimitri actually trusts me. The second Dimitri falls asleep, I turn on my cellphone and I immediately g****e Tatiana Petrova, I know her last name because it was written on the last page of the book Dimitri gave her. I need to know what happened to her, I need to know why Vincent murdered the woman he supposedly loved. I draw my breath in as I see the search results: Woman killed in a car bomb. Italian mafia suspected. I gulp, horrified by what happened to Tatiana. What an awful way of dying. I start to read the note A 25-year-old woman by the name of Tatiana Petrova was killed when her vehicle exploded outside San Francisco, the odd circumstances surrounding

“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 runs the Italian mafia for gods sake, that is nothing I can take lightly. It could never work, right?