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To Don Raymonde Aprile’s children, he was a loyal family member, their father’s adopted “nephew.” To the FBI he was a man who would rather ride his horses than do Mob business. No one knew why Aprile, the last great American don, had adopted Astorre Viola many years before in Sicily; no one suspected how he had carefully trained him...and how, while the don’s children claimed respectable careers in America, Astorre Viola waited for his time to come.

Tras toda una vida consagrada al mundo del crimen, Don Raymonde Aprile decide ceder el testigo al joven Astorre, su mano derecha. De esta manera, pretende preservar la intachable trayectoria de sus hijos, que han vivido al margen de la Mafia, y dedicarse a supervisar los bancos internacionales que posee.

To Don Raymonde Aprile's children he was a loyal family member, their father's adopted "nephew.” To the FBI he was a man who would rather ride his horses than do Mob business. No one knew why Aprile, the last great American Don, had adopted Astorre Viola many years before in Sicily; no one suspected how he had carefully trained him...and how, while the Don's children claimed respectable careers in America, Astorre Viola waited for his time to come.

The public labels me a Mafia monster, a man without a soul, and one hated by many. They're not wrong, and I'm not sorry for it. When my father orders me to marry a longtime enemy's daughter to settle a score between our families, she did what any smart woman with a beating heart would do. She ran. So, I hunted her down. She tries to negotiate for her freedom, but despite being inexplicably drawn to the deviant woman, I refuse her pitiful bribes with pleasure. I'll promise her freedom to get the answers I need, but I'll burn this city to the ground before I let her go.

Suskunluk Yasası yani Omerta Mario Puzo’nun Baba romanıyla kapısını araladığı Sicilya kökenli mafya dünyasının kendine has ahlak anlayışının temeli, organizasyonun kalbine ulaşmayı engelleyen çok katmanlı ve sıkı yapının gerektiğinde kanla yoğurulan harcıdır. Onu gerçek bir Sicilya mafyözü olarak yetiştiren Don Aprile’nin öldürülmesi sonrasında Puzo’nun sıra dışı karakteri Astorre Viola farklı amaçlarla ailesinin bankalarını ele geçirmek isteyen FBI'a, New York mafyasına ve Kolombiya uyuşturucu karteline karşı bir strateji savaşı başlatıyor.

When an important Mafia boss is assassinated, no one knows anything. Omerta, the Mafia code of silence, is at work. No information is to be found, not from corrupt banks, rival gangs, or even from the courts. However, the nephew of the dead man and the head of the FBI are determined to track down the murderers. So determined, they join forces to begin their own investigation. After all, in the Mafia world, everyone has a price.

My name may be Romeo, but I'm far from romantic. My brother betrayed the family, forcing me into the role of underboss beneath the criminal mastermind that is our father. I've never been a merciless criminal, and my father tests my resolve by giving me a stolen woman, knowing the situation disturbs me. What he doesn't know is the disheveled beauty intrigues me.

A devil in a Brioni suit. My unforgettable one-night stand. And a notorious member of the Omertà empire. I learned that last piece of information a bit too late. I never expected to see him again. But it turns out that destiny had other plans and gave me the whole of him for several incredible hours. Then I bolted again—for the second time in my life. He was Manuel Marchetti. Off-limits. Forbidden. Dangerous. So then why was I unable to forget him? My body and soul came alive only for him. I hoped I’d never see him again, but it wasn’t meant to be.

I didn't expect him. I didn't want to fall in love. But I can't let him go. Logan Bennett makes the world a safer place. He's brilliant. He's a hero. He locks away the sick and depraved. But while he's saving lives, I'm taking them. Collecting the debts that are owed to me. Ten years ago, they took from me. They left me for dead. They should have made sure I stayed dead. Now I'm taking from them. One name at a time.

The last don is Domenico Clericuzio, a wise and ruthless man who is determined to see his heirs established in legitimate society but whose vision is threatened when secrets from the family's past spark a vicious war between two blood cousins. This is a mesmerizing tale that takes us inside the equally corrupt worlds of the mob, the movie industry and the casinos - where beautiful actresses and ruthless hit men are ruled by lust and violence.

It started with one innocent look across a room in Paris. He was a lot older than me. A Roman god dressed in an Italian suit, surrounded by an aura I couldn’t resist. When I ran into him again, he effortlessly pulled me under his spell. But little did I know, a night full of carnal pleasure would cost me everything. When Enrico Marchetti wanted something, he didn’t just take it. He possessed it. Now, his sights were set on me. There were secrets this man was keeping. They surrounded him, his dead wife, his children.

Comment l’omerta a-t-elle pu tenir aussi longtemps autour de l’abbé Pierre ? Mort en 2007, le fondateur d’Emmaüs est depuis juillet visé par des accusations de viols et d’agressions sexuelles commis entre les années 1950 et 2000, sur des femmes et des mineures, dont une enfant.Depuis la révélation des témoignages recueillis par le cabinet Egaé à la demande du mouvement Emmaüs, la question du silence des institutions est centrale. Figure publique, icône de la lutte contre la pauvreté et quinze fois élu personnalité préférée des Français, comment l’abbé Pierre ...

For a homicide detective, a day on the job means hunting killers while trying not to get killed. If you’re a homicide detective in Los Angeles, it also means dealing with the most overwrought, desperate, and deluded criminals anywhere. When you’re a brand-new homicide detective spending your days and nights in the gritty underbelly of the city that never sleeps with a tetchy veteran murder cop for a partner, you must keep your cool and your wits about you when the bodies start hitting the floor.

Still reeling from the shocking murder of his girlfriend, Fuse managed to put Michael Bello behind bars. But only days later, the murderer strikes a plea deal and is out. Now, he's disappeared from public view. Ethan vows that justice will be done and starts the pursuit once again. But another fiend is stalking the streets of the city; someone who leaves his victims stripped of their very skin.

He told me he loved me, then abandoned me. My sister was his first choice. Too bad for him, I refused to be his second. Dante Leone was bad news with a gorgeous exterior and a dangerous mind. Emotionally unavailable and slightly unhinged, he was a heartbreak waiting to happen. Again. I ran. He gave chase and my fate was sealed.

Greco was my father. Not the one who raised me, but by blood. See, he had an affair with my mom, who didn't know he was married, and she got pregnant with me. He tried to have her killed, but she ended up going into hiding and died while giving birth to me. Ever since then, I knew I was going to avenge her death. Even if it meant doing it against Greco. But then I met Luke right when the moment presented itself. And we hooked up in the closet. And I have no regrets. But I will have my revenge against Greco.

I just got out of jail to protect my dad, framed for a murder he didn’t do. He wanted out since his boss sucked and treated him like crap. I wanted another tattoo. Something different after being free again. I couldn’t believe the beauty sitting in the chair across from me. I knew this place wasn’t for her, but I wanted a taste of her pie. I took her home. She tasted better than i imagined. I wanted her again and again. I knew she was going to be mine. I don’t think she’ll be happy when I tell her why I want her father dead.

Barrett, Saxon, and Mitch defy the law to uphold a sacred vow—a blood oath forged in the fires of loyalty and retribution. At ten years old, Mitch was bullied and beaten by a Catholic priest because of his Jewish heritage. He was saved by his friend David, whose father—a member of the New York mafia—killed the priest in retaliation. The price? A covenant with David and his father that if the mafia scion ever needed saving, Mitch would answer the call without hesitation.

Konstantin wasn’t the type to be ignored. He commanded his criminal empire with an iron fist but he had secrets of his own. But I was Tatiana Nikolaev. I’d never bend to a man’s will or be used as a pawn. Not again. The moment I tempted the fates and played with fire, life spiraled out of control. My only way of survival was to trust again. But could I?

She was so irresistibly sweet. I won’t leave without a taste. She kept changing her identity - so much so that I couldn’t even recognize her. She thought I was a businessman who just happened to stop by her bakery. What she didn’t know was that she was my target. Her ex was locked up in jail. She was the one who ratted him out to the Feds. I had to keep my own weapons in check. And by weapons, I mean what’s in between my legs. Because my emotions got the better of me when she started adding extra chocolate in my mocha. I had a job to do. But I didn’t want to do it.