Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

“Team Mack, Section 4 is breached. They’re using phased-shifting to move through the internal firewalls. Marcus, take the Smith enforcers and hold the intersection at the gallery. Don Krauser, the service elevators are yours.” Marcus Smith, a stalwart ally of the Phoenix Mafia, adjusted his tactical vest, his expression one of grim determination. Beside him, Elena—another key Smith ally—checked the charge on her sonic disruptor. They weren't just protecting a house; they were protecting the legacy of Sir Arthur Smith, a legacy Peony sought to dismantle. “We’re in position, Xavier,” Marcus reported, his voice low and steady. “They’re coming. I can hear the hum of their phased-shift units.”

They hadn’t seen me yet because they were too wrapped up in their own conversation, oblivious to my presence as they crossed the rooftop. “Dad found out about the money,” Bianca said with a smug voice. “It was locked away in Seraphina’s name. Can you believe her mother did something smart for once?” Lila snorted. “Too bad Sera’s not smart enough to use it. Not like she’ll be around to access it when she turns twenty-five.” And they both chuckled. Bianca’s laugh was cruel. “Exactly. And once she’s out of the picture, we can put her into comatose or something worse, we’ll get access. Just need to make sure she has another ‘accident.’”

He would pay off the debt only because of the club but it was very important for him to keep going in Marco 's good books . Marco was the second one in line to the right hand of Arsenio, step brother of Italian capo the world famous Phoenix group. The group is famous for all illegal work in the south east, middle east, north west of Asia and Europe. Brothels, drug dealing, contract killing, Arm dealings there was no illegal work left from this group. This was the most barbaric and inhuman group. No one could escape back out from this world . The soldiers of this group were deadly beasts. They eat human flesh and drink their blood. No one can escape from their clutches .

Jaguar. I woke up, hungover and bleary, back aching from lying on the couch all damn night. My cell phone was ringing, so I grabbed it. “What?” I barked. “It’s me,” Phoenix said. “What’s up, prez?” I asked. “It’s early as fuck.” “Got a job today.” That made me sit up. “What’s the deal?” “Meeting with the Mezcals. Buying a little shipment.” “Time?”

"There should be very few people in Phoenix City who haven't heard of my name. I'm Yoan Cyrcle!" The famous Phoenix City's newest Gambling God, Yoan? Samson saw the loaded yuan as a good target. "Yes, I'm the landlord!" Samson could not help but grin from ear to ear. He hurriedly greeted Yoan and began to curry favor. "Mister Cyrcle is famous. I'm sure everyone in Phoenix City has heard of you. Mister Cyrcle, would you like to rent this office building? New Chesire Group was interested too, but I refused their offer."

He hoped this would provoke Leonardo's anger. “Yes, sir.” The man replied respectfully, then left to carry out the task Marco had given him. On the other side of the city, Leonardo and his men were trying to locate Caterina. Leonardo was convinced that Caterina had been taken away by Marco. However, they did not manage to find the Phoenix Crew headquarters at all. Marco is very good at hiding. Several locations that he had used as headquarters had been visited by Leonardo and his men. However, the base was empty, because Marco and his men always moved from time to time. They never stay in one place for long.

​ANG TAGUAN NI MARCO ​Hindi sila dumeretso sa AXL Towers. Sa halip, dinala sila ni Xander sa isang abandonadong shipyard sa Cavite. Doon, sinalubong sila ng isang lalaking may pilat na sa mukha at may bitbit na mabigat na baril—si Marco Santillan. ​"Xander! Aria!" sigaw ni Marco sabay yakap sa kanyang matalik na kaibigan. "Akala ko ay tuluyan na kayong naging French royalty at kinalimutan na ang dugong Pinoy."

Phoenix looked up and had this look on her face that wasn’t exactly what I thought it would be. “Are you disappointed? I asked her. “No, no not at all.” She said like she gave the correct answer. “Oh, I’m sorry, but we’re not going here, we’re going there.” I pointed to the little cozy Italian place to the left of that big building. Her smile was so big and genuine my heart exploded in my chest. I’d asked Lance and their parents what Phoenix likes. They all said, “Italian!” at the same time. They said that Phoenix was a simple soul and liked the little things in life and if I really wanted to impress her, take her there. Seeing her face, I was so glad I did. I wanted to wine and dine her, t

They didn't know that their entire economic reality was currently being recalibrated by a twenty-three-year-old in the back of a moving car. "Sir," Marco said, breaking the silence. He was staring at his tablet, his face illuminated by the pale blue light of a dozen scrolling diagnostic feeds. "The integration is complete. The Phoenix node is fully submerged within the Moretti-Vane architecture. We’re seeing a sixty percent increase in predictive data accuracy. We aren't just seeing the market movements anymore, Leo. We’re seeing the intent behind them."

Chapter 3: Let It Go Not sure enough credit is given to the serene city of Phoenix. I mean sure, it wasn't the richest city, but it wasn’t the poorest. It wasn't the most beautiful, but it wasn't the ugliest either. It was just... there, I guess. But at the same time, it felt so peaceful. So loud yet so quiet. So, exhilarating yet calming at the same time. It was during afternoon drives like this, one really appreciated the little things this peaceful city joyously gave, but from the look on Marcus's face, the city could burn down to its very last atom for all he cared.