The Requiem Of Omerta
No wife, no kid, no family, that was life for Lucas, known in certain circles as Lucas Divetelli. He was a die-hard omertà member of a Crime Family that had long buried its own history under layers of silence. He survived every turmoil on the streets, both the political games inside the Family and the wars against others. Somehow, he always came out alive.
But survival did not bring satisfaction.
The younger men used to look at him with respect, sometimes fear. Now they only saw an old relic from another era. The city had changed, the business had changed, even the codes were no longer as sacred as they once were. Loyalty was still spoken about, but rarely practiced.
At the end of the day, Lucas would return to an empty room. No one waited for him. No one asked where he had been. No one cared how close he had come to death that week. The money was there, the reputation remained, but both felt hollow.
He had spent his entire life protecting something called “the Family,” yet he had none of his own.
In the quiet hours of the night, when the noise of the city faded and there was nothing left to distract him, Lucas sometimes wondered whether all the bloodshed had meant anything at all. Whether the code he defended so fiercely had given him purpose, or merely delayed the inevitable truth.
In the end, he was not feared king nor respected elder. He was simply an old man waiting for his time.
