Breaking the Omertà Code

Discovery Of The Past

That sound alone gave me the sweet feeling I always long to have while on a journey.

I stood up from his body, pulled out my gun, pointed it at him.

“Say your last prayers, b***h,” I said, smiling like I’ve won a glorious battle.

He suddenly rang a bell. I didn’t know what the bell was for, but I shot him thrice straight into his head before he would press the bell for a second time.

His guards suddenly stormed into the room. I rushed out to escape through the window. But, before I could reach the window, I was shot.

I didn’t know where I was shot, but I had always known that the “Nightshade project” would be the end of me, and it seemed so now.

I managed to get out of the window. It was risky, but I was lucky that all the hotel windows had lobbies.

I jumped down from the window and landed in another lobby window.

Luckily, the window was open, I got in and met a couple having s*x.

I don’t know if they’re a couple, but I guess they are.

“Yuck, who leaves their window open while having s*x? I grumbled.

“And who are you”? The man blurted, hurriedly covering himself and his wife’s body.

“Sorry, sorry I didn’t see anything,” I reassured them as I went to the door. I took a peep and hurriedly left.

I had to leave the hotel as soon as possible, I couldn’t stay and watch Don Brutus’s men catch me.

I knew they would do everything within their power to make sure the culprit was caught, but I would also do everything within my power to make sure I wasn’t caught.

I left the room and managed to locate my room without being seen. I changed my outfit, took everything that belonged to me in that room, getting rid of anything that would trace them to me.

I knew Don Brutus’s men would soon shut down the hotel, making sure that nobody leaves the hotel.

I wouldn’t watch that happen.

I had already observed a secret exit room close to the hotel’s car parking lot when I arrived.

Yeah, that’s one good thing about assassins. We are quite observant.

I got to the exit room without being seen.

I guess I'm being too lucky today.

I searched for a car that would give me a smooth and fast ride to the airport.

I didn’t only have to leave the hotel but also Rome.

My eyes landed on a blue BMW.

I felt pity for the owner, but the owner will be fine!!

I got to the car. Unfortunately, it was locked, but fortunately for me, that’s not an issue.

I broke the car’s window and opened the car from inside.

I was about to go for my long ride when I heard a voice.

“Step away from the car, put down your bags and put your hands above your head.” The voice shouted.

“Ah, how much I hate the cops," I whispered to myself.

I did as I was told, my back was turned on them, but I would perceive there were two of them.

One of them came close to me, to put a handcuff on me, I guess.

That closeness gave me the opportunity I needed. It didn’t take me a second to take out the first cop, took his gun and ran a bullet into the other’s neck.

That was such a painful way to die, but I didn’t care.

Shooting a gun was the first thing I did. I would hear sounds of legs and shouts coming towards the parking lot.

Either, it was more cops or Don Brutus’s men. But I didn’t wait to see for myself as I zoomed off before they would even get to know what happened or the color of my car.

I got to the airport. Luckily, the last flight to Italy was almost about to take off.

How lucky I was too, there was another ticket.

I quickly got on the plane, located a seat, sat down and within a few minutes, we took off.

I reminisced how my day had been since I landed in Rome.

The only sweetest part was Alberto.

Just at the thought of him, I smiled.

The thought of him felt like a sweet pain reliever to me.

I quickly discarded the thought, I couldn’t be this weak to think about a man.

I reminisced on how I was nearly caught. It was the hardest mission I have ever been on, ever since I started going on missions.

I would have been dead because of my father.

“But you’re not dead, are you?” My subconscious self said to me again.

I was lost in thought when I noticed some eyes staring at me. I turned to look at a few people’s eyes seriously fixed on my shoulders.

“Oh, I was shot, I had forgotten about that, and I was seriously bleeding.

I had not felt the pains ever since I was on the run, but now the pains come in multiple forms.

I didn’t want to scare people, so I quickly went into the restroom to get myself cleaned up and find a way to remove the bullet. Luckily, I wasn’t shot at a critical part.

As I stood in front of the restroom’s mirror, I thought.

Well, it’s not the end of me after all. It’s actually a win for my father and a win for me.

Discovery of the past

I walked around my room, nervous. Elettra is supposed to be back by now. Was she caught?

Has Don Butrus beheaded her?

Is she in danger?

A lot of thoughts were running through my mind,

I can’t allow a repetition of history.

What happened sixteen years ago is still fresh in my memory. I’ve been having sleepless nights ever since that painful night.

16 years ago.

We just finished having dinner that night. I tucked my daughter into bed, kissed her goodnight and went to meet my husband in our bedroom.

“Your food was so delicious, Honey, I think I still want a little taste of it again.” My husband gushed.

“Enough of the flattering, Honey. The food wasn’t that great”. I beamed.

“I’m not flattering you, Honey. You’re the best thing that has happened to my life.” I could hear the happiness and love in his voice.

“Thank you, Honey. You’re the best,” I said as he kissed me goodnight, and we closed our eyes to sleep.

We had barely gone to bed when we heard some loud noises downstairs, and my husband and I sprang up immediately.

We were thinking thieves had entered the house, so my husband went to his secret box, unlocked it and took out his gun, ready for whatever or whoever it was.

Well, my husband works for the most popular mafia lord in Italy, “Boss Brambilla”, who always gives guns to his workers no matter the unit you’re working for in his mafia cartel.

Immediately, my husband took his gun, we were about to go downstairs. Our door was kicked open immediately with huge force. My husband was dragged downstairs by four hefty men who I recognized to be Brambilla’s men.

I was scared, I was wondering why Brambilla was in our house and what we could have done wrong.

Well, was I actually wondering why?

No, my husband broke the code of omertà, he broke the silence that is supposed to bind the Brambilla’s mafia together.

My husband got affiliated with another Mafia group which was held by a man called Accardi. Accardi was a big rival and a threat to Brambilla.

My husband would secretly go to Accardi and share some secrets about Brambilla with him.

My husband was a mole in Brambilla’s cartel. I was scared about the outcome, but we needed the extra cash.

Brambilla wasn’t paying my husband well, but Accardi was rewarding my husband handsomely.

I knew a day like this would come, but I never knew it could come so fast.

We were brought in front of Brambilla, with our heads down to the floor, and my daughter was brought out of her room too.

She ran to me scared and unaware of what was going on, I was more scared. I have heard stories of Brambilla wiping out a whole family without thinking.

He was called “the callous boss” for a reason.

“So, you think you could betray me and go free without me knowing? You think you can break the code of omertà and fly like a bird”? His voice was unusually calm but terrifying.

“No, boss. Please, have mercy. I would never do it again. I could sense the fear in my husband’s voice.

“What made you betray me, Bianchi? I trusted you, what did Accardi entice you with?” Brambilla asked softly again. It felt like he was actually considering having mercy on us.

“I needed the extra cash Sir. My wife hasn’t been feeling well for a while, the money I was being paid wasn’t enough to take care of her”.

“So, you’re not being paid well by me? He smiled, and I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that my husband had touched the devil’s tail.

“No boss, that’s not what I am trying to say. Please, spare me and my family."

“Of course, I’ll spare your family, but I am not sure about you.”

Before my husband could utter another word, he was shot five times by a guard.

I was motionless, it felt like my world was standing still, I didn’t know what to feel or do. I just stood there looking at my husband’s lifeless body.

It felt like my world was crumbling. I came back to life when I felt my daughter’s hands gripping tightly on my dress.

I immediately carried her and covered her eyes. She was barely three years old and wasn’t supposed to see her parents killed this way.

“So, you’re the reason Bianchi betrayed me?” Brambilla thundered.

“I had always known that a woman would be the end of a man, but who could have believed me?”

I couldn’t say anything before he signaled to one of his men to shoot me.

I was shot twice, I fell, and I could hear my daughter’s shouts and cries.

She came to me, crying and wailing mummy, mummmmmyyy.

I was dying, but I was still praying not to hear another gunshot. I prayed for my daughter not to be shot.

“Grab the girl, let's go,” I heard Brambilla say.

“Where are they taking my daughter to? I wanted to fight, but I could hardly move.” Another part of me was still happy she wasn’t killed. I knew we would definitely meet on the other side.

I didn’t know how I woke up, I didn’t die, I didn’t give up, I think I survived.

I woke up, thinking that maybe I was in heaven or better still, hell.

I woke up feeling pains in my shoulder and lower abdomen, it appeared that the man who shot me was not actually good at taking shots, or I was actually good at surviving gunshots.

I managed to get our first aid box, pulled out the bullet on my shoulders with so many pains and shouts attached to it.

After a few minutes of torture, I finally brought out the one in my lower abdomen. How I managed to get to my friend’s house that day is still surprising to me till date.