Omerta Mafia Novels & Stories

“Betrayal.” The room seemed to shrink around the men seated at the long oak table. No one moved, no one blinked, each man consumed by the gnawing fear of being the Devil’s next target. They were part of the Morano Mafia, yet they dared to embezzle from the business, traffic women and children and sell drugs outside of the Morano territories. “If any of you weak c*nts decides to betray this famiglia and break Omertà,” he continued, his tone so venomous it could poison the air, “I will carve out the eyes of everyone you love the most and make you feed on it”

They are sneaky as shit. “Though there is something else that I found out about Omerta’s mother. The Romano family was led to believe that Omerta’s mother was from Enna. That she was the daughter of a high-ranking official, which we know is not true. The interesting fact is that the call about her….” ‘Lucifer, it’s those vampires again,' They are back’ Giovanni mind-linked me at that very time. “Those leeches!” Set exclaimed loudly. Giovanni mind-linked him as well.

“Wait. Moretti Moretti?” Riva frowned. “You know him?” “Are you—are you serious right now?” another friend asked, wide-eyed. “He’s Ares Moretti. That family runs half the illegal shit across borders. Mafia. Guns. Casinos. Black money. People disappear when they breathe wrong around them.” Riva’s stomach dropped. “You mean he’s like… actual mafia?” “Actual. Untouchable. Lethal. And you—” Nia looked her up and down. “What the hell did you do to end up in his car?”

" Gray didn't tell you about the code of silence. The Omertà." " What the hell is that?" " Fuck , Ariel. Once you decide to get involved with the Mafia, you get marked. It's a symbol which means a code of silence , it's called the Omertà." " I don't get it. What's that supposed to mean? I mean how does this concern the situation I'm in right now."

I recoiled sharply. Outside, the guards’ shadows shifted across the shop window. I swallowed hard. Mafia? —— Ombra Nera, Italian for “Black Shadow”, was a criminal underground group, tightly knit and bound by blood, ran both legal and illegal operations across the city and beyond. According to Mr Perri, my “brother” could do nothing to save himself if he had already gotten entangled with them and wanted to leave. Good thing he didn't exist. No one knew if the Ombra Nera was led by one person or by a group of people but one thing was sure. Whoever was in charge kills for sport.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she typed one more search. “Dante Moretti mafia don” Dozens of results appeared. Photos. Rumors. Police reports that went nowhere. The file photo stared back at her: Dante Moretti, youngest mafia don in Eldridge City. And she had just touched his cock.

Vito's POV: You have one rule as a member of the Mafia; never break Omerta. They can whatever the fuck they want with you or torture you until blood runs out from your ears, but you do not break Omerta. You bleed in silence, you do not give up your family, you do not say a word about what happens within the organization, and you take the pain like a fucking man.

"Did your father asked you---" "My own men spotted you and them. I'm taking a guess you know they are the Italian mafia?" He cuts me off. I shrug. "It was quite obvious." He turns towards me, placing his arm on the backrest as he continues to speak, "Very well. Then let me run your memory again. According to the omerta of the us---the Russian mafia, we tend to behead the person who is involved with another party." He pauses, to see my reaction but I had none and this makes him utter the final words. "But seeing them involved with you, I collected the pieces together and found out through my men, that Gabriel is playing a game of two in one."

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