All Chapters of OMERTÀ: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alfredo Fabri POV “How do you feel being the only lady in the room” I jokingly asked Gina, twirling the wine glass rhythmically.“How do you feel playing detective as a Mafia, while stealing the spotlight in the room” She replied, gulping down the contents of her glass.“Funny” I mumbled.“But seriously, how do you do it Fabri?” Gina question with a stern face, fixing her glance attentively, towards my direction.“Do what exactly?” I asked, unable to grasp what Gina was hinting towards.“You walk into a room, and it's as though no one else exists but you. You carry out your duties flawlessly, leaving no room for mistakes.” She said, taking a pause to attend to the Man who just walked up to our row.“Hello beautiful—” He said, a smirk glued to his face.“I'll pass” Gina said, without a second thought. He was the eighth guy tonight to be greeted with the same response from Gina.“You didn't even allow him to settle G” I said unable to hold back the laughter that had long been welling u

Alfredo Fabri POV It is often said that the only other thing that can kill a man aside himself is his past. I never believed that saying and had it been I didn't see Alexa on stage about to be auctioned off to some stranger, I'd have laughed you to scorn if you threw such a saying my way. “Gina!” I called out for the umpteenth time, but she didn't even care to look back. I had only just bidded on Alexa for a sum of $500,000, and Gina could wrap her head as to why I'd do such a thing, further dragging unwanted attention our way. There's a finite way Mafia dealings went down, and evidently, I'd brought a lot of things that had been locked up in the shadows, a chance at seeing the light once again. Alexa and I were a couple during our teenage years. She was my first love, as cliche as that sounds. But it was way before any of this happened. Before I got to understand the meaning of life in itself, before I understood that a man had to forge his path or otherwise risk losing every

Alfredo Fabri POV What do they say about fate? What do they say about time and chance? It happens to the best of us, playing tricks and card games, beating acoustic drums as we dance impulsively to its rhythm. It was at it again, and as much as I didn't want to dance, I was compelled to.“How were you able to find him?” I asked Gina, trying to start out a conversation with Gina. The drive back to the Palatial seemed a little too bland. I knew Gina had her ways with things, and she didn't really fancy being interrogated when she got things done her way, and putting into consideration the way things went down, it wasn't the right move to make.“Are you now going to discuss family business in the presence of a stranger?” She asked, her glance still kept in a straight fix. Her use of the word “stranger” didn't really seem convincing. Gina was aware of some detail, she knew something and I was certain of it.I had kept my past hidden and buried for so long, negating the possibility of it

Alfredo Fabri POVBusiness was strictly business when it came down to things like this. Not to sound too overly caught in myself, but they call me “The Devil's Butcher” for a reason.“LaRosa, you know just the right toy that'd suit a man of reputable character” I said in a chuckle, pulling off the jacket of my tux, trying to get into the feel of tonight's occasion just like Gina already had.“Never gets old” LaRosa replied, dragging Lil Joe through to what I'd always loved to call “The Confessor”. It was undeniably one of my most valuable assets in the “Room of truth”, and it had a track record of getting its victim to spew their deepest secrets in minutes.“Will you do the honours?” I asked, directing my question towards Gina. She lit up in a smile, and I knew in an instant that she really was in the mood for tonight. She walked up to an automated counter, littered all over with several buttons, of which housed and controlled the many beautiful functions of “The Confessor”.“Do you

Alfredo Fabri POV Over a decade ago, I conceived a new lens and view towards the idea of life. We are nothing more than pawns in a chess board, with the free will of choice. You either dominate or risk being thrown off the chess board by the gamemaster, Life. I had learnt to dominate a long time ago, I had learnt to adapt, growing a tough skin to whatever it was that aimed at dragging me off the chessboard. But I didn't quite know my role on the chessboard after my encounter with Lex. I felt I was losing game and at the same time, as though a thousand moves were hidden up my sleeves. I couldn't really point out plainly what it was exactly that kept in between these two unruly categories, but I knew whatever it was, I'd only have to play to gain dominance.Did I still have anything left for Lex?, Evidently, but was it worth pursuing? By now you'd have known the answer. Truthfully as regards Lex, she hurt me so bad years ago when she left me to bear the brunt of losing my mother to