What Is Omerta Novels & Stories

"I am not hungry." His brows drew together and his muscles flexed, "You see this, I didn't cut my palm for the show! I took an Omertà." "What is that?" I asked, seriously doubting my mental health. Who would talk so freely with their captor on a dining table— well, not exactly on a dining table but on the kitchen slab— like they were their warden? "It's like an unbreakable promise. We basically take an Omertà towards our clan and during forming an alliance to show our faithfulness and obligation. But I took it for you."

I asked, impressed by his resolve. “We are bound by Omerta, so I won't tell you anything,” he muttered. “Besides, it's not like you'll let me go even if I talk.” I assured him that if he told me everything I needed to know, I’d let him go immediately. My look was sly but he didn't notice. Javier looked up at me and chuckled. “Nice try, but I heard from your men that I'd be killed the moment I talked,” he said. “Go ahead and kill me already because I won't say anything.”

It was easier that way. Because whenever I had too much time to think, my thoughts always returned to the one thing I had spent years trying to hide. In this world, people are divided into three secondary genders. Alphas hold the highest status, gifted with natural strength and powerful suppressing pheromones. Betas make up most of the population. They have no pheromones and remain unaffected by Heats or Ruts. Then there are Omegas, the group society considers physically weakest, the ones who are often looked down upon and discriminated against.

“You don’t get to question us.” Elias leans in, his tone quiet but edged like steel. “We owe you no explanations. Not now. Not ever.” Their shield pulses, daring me to test it. My wolf snarls, but I don’t move. I watch Irene—her eyes wide, uncertain, clutching her basket as though she feels the weight of every gaze in the market. Then the brothers guide her away, swallowed by the crowd. Tom exhales, shaking his head. “See? Trouble. And you want to drag us into it.”

"And what's that?" ‎She suddenly placed a hand on her chest and shook her head slowly. "Oh, I cannot say. It's been ruled out as an Omerta, as I've heard. And you know, the walls have ears. I do NOT want to get in trouble, my life's perfect and simple as it is. I'm too old for a 'new' kind of adventure." She added sarcastically. ‎ ‎Omerta: a codename for 'silence' or not to tattletale an organization's secretive works.

They couldn't help but grow suspicious of Zen's intentions. "He has feminine looks, had he committed indecent acts?" "Aish, no way! He's a beta, you know." "We could never tell the truth." "I heard he came from a prominent family. Maybe he used his background." "Come to think of it, his surname seems familiar." Emma Claire slams a book onto her desk and sternly coughs, "C'mon guys! We're at work, we should practice professionalism." The female and male employees who turned quiet looked upon themselves with guilt and shame.

Everyone in the Medina crime gang knew how ruthless disciplinary actions for snitch were, and now their underboss 'Blade knuckles' is taking charge for it. “Any last wish?”, Antonio finally spoke, placing a hand on Apache's shoulder. “My daughter!”, the man stuttered hesitantly, the thought of his death penalty flashing through his memory in an instant. “Por favor, protege su honor restante. {Please protect her remaining honour}”. The man requested because according to the gang's rules, 'Any one that breaches an Omertà, his wife and children will be forced into prostitution'. “Yeah sure”, Antonio promised. “Dile hola al diablo de mi parte.{Say hi to the devil for me}”

“I only called the most important players in the Bratva, and I wanted everyone to know from my mouth that there is about to be a crisis. The Italian mafia wants to annihilate us. They want to destroy everything we have built together. But we can’t let that happen. I want to start by telling everyone to be vigilant and to watch the people you trust.” “We have snakes in our midst, and some important players have been murdered. Be very careful. The enemy could be standing next to you for all you know.” I said as my eyes landed on Smirnov. He seemed uncomfortable with my gaze, so much so that he shuffled his feet nervously. He didn’t want me looking at him. It was too bad that I didn’t care. I w

He had brought me to a deserted area, some large building that looked non-functioning, but had people inside nonetheless. "You didn't figure out what we are yet?" Luca laughed. I shook my head. "I figured you're an illegal cult. Headed by Don." "Well, you're partially correct." He sighed. "I've vowed to a code of silence," "Like Omerta?" "What?" "Code of Silence - like the Omerta? The Sopranos?" I asked. "Oh," He let out a large breath. "Sí. Like that." "And you're not gonna break that?"

“Start prepping. I want you two to begin right away.” ____________ Damian I hang up the phone without saying goodbye. Fucking hell. Mario just questioned my loyalty to the Familia. Like I needed the reminder. Familia comes first. I know that. I’ve always known that. When I made the vows. I didn’t just recite them; I have bled for them. Omertà - The code of silence. No matter the cost, we protect the secrets. We die with them. Secrecy - What happens in the Familia stays locked behind blood and fire. No one outside hears a word.