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Omert I
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Omert I Copyright 2018 Sienna Mynx
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Table of Contents
Authors Note
D ear Beloveds,
It been a long time. Hasnt it? There are excuses I can offer but fortunately I will not list any. I have deep love and devotion for every book, every page, every character that Ive made in the Battaglia universe. Still, if I were to be honest, the mere thought of concluding this series fills me with relief.
Ive said before that we writers draw inspiration from the antennas we that we connect to the world. We are empaths, its the only explanation for where the source of our creativity flows. Since 2016 ended and 2017 began its been really hard to find love in the world. And like any true empath the division in this country and in my community pained me deeply. It impacted everything for me. It robbed me of my creativity. In September of this year I reconvened with my sister authors and poured out my disappointment and failings with my writing. Where had it gone? How could I let the world around me take so much?
After one week of isolation from television, social media, civilization I felt a change in me. I cant unplug from the world. But Ive learned again to be careful about every and anything I let in. So back to writing I went. The prose I once thought of as dull and uninteresting sparked new ideas. And I realized what freedom to create really meant. Writing again brought back to me the biggest relief. I am free to do as I chose, and through my art I can resolve family, world, criminal conflicts my way. Thats real freedom.
Now to the good stuff. I must warn you my lovelies, Omert is the best tested version of love in the series. Its not a test of sensuality or romance. Its a test of loyalty, family, and persevering. For the series Omert I and Omert II are the most important. You will learn who Giovanni and Lorenzo are. You will see what a wife married to the Camorra must sacrifice. You will discover the legacy that can be a curse for the new generations to come. So much happens, and it happens quick. However, the ending makes the struggle worth it. Id like to think that this is also what will follow these dire times we live in. A full circle back to the best of us, back to love and tolerance, which must include forgiveness. Freedom from hatred and bigotry can be found in books. I will do my best to share the worst and best of dark romance to make it to the happily ever after in the end!
Cheers to Battaglia!
Happy Reading!
This is just the beginning!
Sienna Mynx
PRELUDE
There Is A Little Boy Inside the Man Who Is My Brother
Sorrento Italy 1977
THE GUN IN HIS JACKET pocket couldnt be brought upstairs. Out of respect for his mother he tucked the weapon into the soil of a potted plant situated at the foot of the stairs. Sealed by chrome the shooters handle was all that could be seen beneath the long slender fern leaves. This was Giovannis preferred hiding spot when in a hurry. And today he was in a big hurry. Running up the stairs two steps at a time he rushed into the hall and found his cugino had already arrived.
Did Flavio send for you too? Giovanni huffed between deep breaths. He removed the cap from his head and approached with the calm swagger that the sons of la Camorristi practiced. Though he was in a hurry, it was expected of the Dons son to always appear unfazed even in front of family.
Che cazzo ? Lorenzo, his cugino , chuckled. You sprung a leak or something?
Giovanni looked down at the puddles he tracked into the hall. Thunderstorms were rare in their region of the world but when a rainstorm came the torrents got the best of the villagers who preferred to travel by Vespas and motorbikes. It made navigation of the winding cobblestone roads in the hamlets much easier. The downpour had soaked through his black and red Members Only racer jacket so thoroughly it clung to his arms and chest like latex. He found Lorenzo seated outside of Patris office dry as a bone in his sanitation workmans gear. His cousin must have been there for a while. He and a few of the boys were forced to work the sanitation yards to cover the Battaglia interests on certain days of the week. The questions he had for the summons were many, but one persisted over the others: Why wasnt Lorenzo at work today?
What the hell happened to you? Lorenzo asked. He shook his head in disgust and turned his gaze away.
Its rainwater not piss. Give me a fucking break, Giovanni replied.
Giovanni stepped forward. His withdrawal would provoke Lorenzo to stand. But he remained seated with his head now bowed between his shoulders. There was something wrong. Not just with the weather or the early summons he received to return home. There was something wrong with Lo, and that always meant trouble for him as well.
Che ? Tell me. Why are we?
Zitto! Let me think! Shut your mouth. Lorenzo tossed up his hands in frustration.
Vaffanculo! Dont tell me to shut up. Giovanni snapped back.
Lorenzo groaned. He slumped forward again. Keep your voice down. They can still hear behind that door.
Giovanni gaze cut again to the closed door.
Lorenzo continued, I got in late and woke later than expected. I was rushing, hurrying to work before I could leave Flavio sent for me. Ive been waiting over an hour, Lorenzo mumbled with a dismissive hand toss. His knee shook, and his foot did a rapid tapping at the heel. When Lorenzo looked up through the jungle foliage of hair that covered his brow Giovanni understood a plausible reason for his cousins distress. Lorenzo had a split lip with garish black and red bruises under his right eye that stretched to his cheek.
Let me guess? You and Santo went down into the peninsula. Visited one of Patris Italo-disco clubs again? Giovanni asked.
Youre always too busy to join us, Lorenzo remarked.
I heard three tourists were taken to the hospital last night after a big fight destroyed the front of Luce Rossa . I know Patri will be pissed. Luce Rossa is a honey pot for him. One of the better ones. Was it you two? Did Nico join in the fun? Giovanni sat back and rested against the wall.
Fucking foreigners.
Eh?
Its the fucking foreigners!
Aaah... I get it now; you always have someone to blame. Giovanni shook his head.
Che cosa? Blame me? Really? You dont know what happened. I say its not our fault, because its not. Lorenzo answered.
Patri will disagree.