What Is Omerta Novels & Stories

So delicate and helpless that everyone would wish to protect her. I shook my head and glanced at the white orb that was placed in the center of the table in front of Ryan and the girl. This was the divine orb that was said to be blessed by the nature witches, said to be the descendants of the moon goddess herself. All packs had one in them and they were used in the most important ceremonies, such as the ascension of the Alpha and Luna and for the mating ceremonies. It can also verify the mate bond between two people. When a couple places their hands together on top of the orb, if it glows, then they are mates.. I sighed as I looked away from the orb. This was the same orb that had witnessed

"If I die tomorrow, I can say that I have no regrets to take with me to the grave." Matteo watches her look out onto the street below as she takes a sip. "Do you know what Omertà actually means?" she asks. "You swore to it, but do you know what it means?" "Yes, it means I can never say anything to the police if it ever comes to it, to save my own ass. Basically, I swore not to be a snitch." His grandma scrunches her nose. "I don't like that word." "Sorry. But I know what the oath symbolizes." She doesn't seem convinced. "I know what Omertà means, Nonna."

~Xavier~ Before going into the field, all members of the mafia undergo a series of training. Not only to prepare our body from the brutal reality of this lifestyle and our mental ability to cope with every situation. Omertà is an oath of loyalty and silence. We all swore to die instead of betraying la Famiglia. Zia, however, didn’t receive that amount of training to strengthen her endurance in these circumstances. She doesn’t know a single thing about how the mafia works apart from the basic things I told her - mostly rankings and our businesses - nothing our enemies didn’t know before.

"How do you know I'll keep my promise?" I smile, coyly. "The same way I know you follow the Omerta." Her eyes narrowed. "How do you know about that?" "The streets talk," I lied. "The Omerta isn't just a Code of Silence in your world but a Code of Honor. One I know your family takes very, very seriously." I know she doesn't believe me about my source but she knows I won't give anything up. Her eyes search mines, probing me for some hidden secret. I give nothing away and I could see the frustration in her eyes before she gives in.

It was exactly the way our great fathers built it. Only the doors were different, every doors leading to the dungeon had secret codes. And every one who knows the codes are bound by omerta, the code of silence. I watched the old man shivering, his teeths were clashing and gnashing against each other. He looked vulnerable, no one will see this man and believe he is Mateo Enzo Romano. They don't call me the wrecker for nothing. "Who will believe this man has a lot of bloods on his hand? I hate the fact that he is looking so innocent." Giovanni growled, pulling at chains that held his legs.

Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal. “Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo,” Val mumbled. “With blood, we come. With blood, we go.” I met her gaze. “This, my dear, is the Omerta tattoo of Cosa Nostra.” She swiped the image to Domenico’s. A very shirtless Domenico. I had never met Domenico Guerra upfront, but I had gotten a good idea of how he looked. If he and Adonis walked into the room, all eyes would turn to Domenico first before moving to Adonis. It was not to say that Adonis was less handsome, but there was something about Domenico that could steal the spotlight. And the same was with his sister.