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9. Omertà

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Omertà: A code of silence among the Mafia (more commonly used among the Italian Mafia) about criminal activity and a refusal to give evidence to the police.

- V i n c e n z o -

Emma knows. Emma knows that my name isn't Noah. Hell, she even knows that I'm in the damn Italian Mafia. What about my 'mission'? She knows about that, too. But, hopefully she doesn't know what I have to do. That would ruin it. That would ruin me. No, it would ruin the whole entire Italian Mafia.

What if she tells someone? She wouldn't do that...right? Anyway, Valerio and I should probably keep our voices down the next time we talk about the Italian Mafia. Otherwise, Emma might hear again. Then she might find out about the mission, and we don't want that happening.

"Valerio!" I call, knocking on the door of my brother's house.

I still can't believe that I'm only allowed an apartment whereas he's allowed a house! I'm the one who has to stay here longer.

"Valerio!" I yell again, this time a bit louder.

No response. What a great brother. I walk inside the house to find Valerio sitting at his desk.

"Hello, Vincenzo," he greets.

"For God's sake, Valerio, I'm going to beat the life out of you next time you call me that," I threaten, steam seemingly spewing out of my ears.

He just chuckles and turns to face me.

"Well, Vincenzo, the mission date is set. You must have it completed by next month," he says.

"WHAT? I have one month?! You know that's not enough time!" My eyes widen just at the thought.

"Do I really?" he asks, turning back to his work.

"What are you doing that's so important, anyway? Why can't I do it?" I question.

He sighs and writes something on a piece of dirty, old paper. "Because, Vincenzo, I am essential to the part I'm doing. You, however, are essential to the part you're doing. See, if I did your part and you did mine, we would both mess up and the whole mission would fall apart," he explains.

"Anyway, what did you come here to talk about?" Valerio asks after minutes of me pacing around the room. I take a deep breath.

"Emma knows. About everything. She knows that my name is Vincenzo, she knows that I'm part of the Italian Mafia and that I'm here for a mission," I say.

I look up to Valerio, who is sporting a confused look.

"The Subject. Emma is The Subject," I tell him.

His eyes widen. "HOW DID YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!" he yells.

I supress an eyeroll. "It's your fault, because you kept on calling me Vincenzo," I counter.

Now, Valerio is the one who's pacing around the room. "Does she know what the mission is?" he asks.

I shake my head and he breathes a sigh of relief. "Good, keep it that way," he says.

"That's what I've been trying to do," I alert him.

"Jesus Christ, your girlfriend is so nosy," Valerio mutters.

"She's not my girlfriend," I reply. Valerio grits his teeth.

"Well, fake girlfriend and girlfriend are basically the same thing," he says, "Just complete the mission, little brother."

I walk into Emma's office to see her sitting at her desk, frowning over her computer.

"Hey, babe," I say while shutting the door.

She looks up, startled. "Oh, it's just you," she says (that hurt a bit), "I thought that it might've been Lachlan or something and I was ready to beat some sense into him."

She looks back down at her computer and I walk over to her. I massage her shoulders and neck since she's slouching.

"Wow, now it seems like you're turning into my actual boyfriend," she giggles, making me chuckle.

"You should stop slouching," I whisper into her ear.

She rolls her eyes and swats my hands away.

"Just sit down," she points to the chair across the desk.

I nod and do as she said. She shuts her laptop lid and looks at me.

"What did you come in here for?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing, I just came to see my girlfriend," I reply, batting my eyelashes, making her giggle again.

"Haha, very funny. But seriously, why are you here?" she asks, her tone fading from playful to serious real quick.

"I just came to make sure that you're not going to tell anyone about what you heard," I state, the playfulness in my voice fading too.

She frowns for a moment before nodding. "Of course I will keep it a secret. I mean, who am I going to tell it to? Lachlan? Emma?" she gives me a fake laugh.

"Okay, thank you," I say, breathing a sigh of relief, "because you do know what we do to tattle tails here, no?" She nods again.

"Do you swear to abide by the code of Omertà?" I ask.

She gives me a puzzled look so, I explain. "Omertà is a code of silence used mainly in the Italian Mafia." She comes to a realisation and nods, very quickly this time. She hurries me along and out of her office.

"Jesus, I still can't believe that he's in the Mafia. He could kill me at any chance, I need to be careful. And I can't break the code of Omertà, or I'll die," I hear Emma mutter after I shut the door to her office. Looks like she's got the gist of Omertà. Good.