All Chapters of OMERTÀ: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Alfredo Fabri POVAs you might already known, I am Alfredo Fabri. Within the Family, I simply go by Fabri, but outside the Family, they call me “The Butcher”. Why, you ask?. Well, if you stick around long enough, then you might just find out. All my life, I've always been second. Second this, second that, and currently I am Sottocapo, ranking as the second to the Boss of the Colombo Family. I know, it sucks, but that's reality. A street riff raff once called me “second to none” once. Unfortunately for him, he neither knew my history nor how much I've grown to detest the word. I didn't ask him what he actually meant by that, and I can't do that now either, because he no longer resides on planet earth. È finita (it is finished). Yes, he is dead. I know right, How did that happen?What have I done about changing the condition of things, you say? Well, I've fought tooth and nail and I've gone lengths to conquer beasts and the likes of them with my very bare hand. You don't believe

Alfredo Fabri POV“What do you mean missing?” “This is simply an Impious fad, preposterous!”“Marco, what's your take on this?” Marino raked like a loose dog who hadn't been given a bone to chew on. Marino Salvatore was Caporegime, one of the most revered Men of the Family. People often said he had an Aura to his personality, but I agree to disagree. Marino was simply a coward who cowered under the glory of his extravagantly sashayed wealth. Wearing heavy gold and jewelry surfaced above furry coats and clothings, attracting unwanted attention to no one but himself.He had quite the influence on the family, was successful, had his head in the business. To give it to him, he did quite the good Job when it had to do with the rounds he made for the family. But amidst all that, I saw past his crap. The old lad had not a single loyal bone in him and simply wanted to be Don and as such I wasn't buying his act and if he hadn't been a coward, I'd have said he had a thing or two to do with th

Alfredo Fabri POV Club Erebus was every Mafia's hot spot. The kind of things that went up in flames and down into charades within its environs were what you'd better left unsaid than taking a swing at it. It was a regular club to the regular public, but to the Mafia, it was much more. “Are you good?” I asked Gina for the umpteenth time“Hell yeah!” She exclaimed with a smirk. Her tone unfailingly hitting an elusive note.“Tenth,” She added shortly afterwards.“Tenth?” I queried, confused at the sudden reply which obviously has nothing to do with the question I had asked earlier on.“It'd be the Tenth time asking me the question tonight” She said, casting a glare in my direction.I didn't know whether to be stunned at the fact that she had Judiciously kept a precise detail of the number of times I had asked her the question but Gina was Gina, and she had never been one to do things that roved around the regular norm. She was the direct definition of what you would call “Different”, b