Phoenix Martinez Novels & Stories

he said. Jax Phoenix Martinez. The renowned, brutal and deadly American Mafia Boss. Cops shiver and shake when he enters the streets and criminals only have the utmost respect for him. The most lunatic and mad man you will ever meet. He tortures his enemies for days on end letting them beg for mercy all they can. Cold-blooded and heartless. 'So, what if it is his turf?' I questioned. 'It's dangerous to be on his turf with no protection.' Reese replied.

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?”

His protection. I had intended to cut one of his pillars. Martinez. For weeks, the name had fermented in my chest like poison. A man I had misjudged. A man I had thought irrelevant. A man I had believed was safely tucked away in Germany, living a quiet academic life, far from the Park, far from the Dome, far from consequence. I was wrong. Martinez was not just present. He was rooted in Antonioni's Park. I saw him during one of Annabelle's live sessions and Marta confirmed it to me when she returned from visiting Antonioni in prison.

He showed them the file. It was a complete operational manual for the Phoenix youth recruitment program. Including the names of every Phoenix member still active. Including the name of the person running the program. Marcus looked at the name. His face went white. "That is impossible," he said. "What?" Maya asked. Marcus showed her. The operational director of the Phoenix youth program was listed as: Captain David Rodriguez. The military officer who had helped them escape the compound. The officer who had died protecting them. "He is dead," Maya said. "We saw him die."

"I can’t believe I missed you two idiots bickering this much." "You didn’t miss us," Phoenix said brightly. "You missed the entertainment we provide for free." "You’re not wrong," Gerard admitted with a smirk. "So," Christopher said, stretching lazily in his chair. "What about you, Phoenix? What have you been doing besides getting kicked out of various countries?" Phoenix grinned, "I resent that. I have not been kicked out of all the countries. Some of them invite me back just to make sure I leave again." The boys chuckled, and Phoenix launched into a wildly animated story about "accidentally" crashing a yacht party in Santorini and being mistaken for a tech billionaire's girlfriend.

He didn't look as cold and ruthless as he used to look in the BT cartel, he still looked cold but it was well maintained, giving this CEO vibe. The lady was a bit stunned by the handsome look of this man. She could swear on her mother's grave that her heart unexpectedly skipped a beat. "You are?" She managed to compose herself as she asked for an intro of him. A low smirk appeared on his face and he stretched his hands for a handshake. "Antonio Ferrari, the CEO of Phoenix Enterprise" he replied to her and she smiled a little, accepting his hand shake. "Caprielia Deloitte" she said and a grim full of hatred flashed through Martin's eyes for a second but he masked it all up with a smile, the o

Was I really feeling the call of the Fae mate bond with Phoenix? "But what about my mates?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "I already have mates. Does that mean that the bond with Phoenix is invalid?" Thorn's expression turned serious, his eyes glinting with a warning light. "The Fae mate bond is not something to be taken lightly, Syla," he said. "And it's not something that can be easily explained. But I will say this: the bond with Phoenix is real. And it's not going away anytime soon." Phoenix is very powerful, his nickname is 'Fire' and he is just as hot as fire, I am told, all the ladies want him, but he has refused most all of them, with only a few in the last 300 years, who

I giggle when he picks me up carrying me out of the room. I’m Sage Khai Martinez, the youngest daughter of Jared Martinez. My dad is an imperious person, being the mayor of our town, and the only person who leads all of the clothing factories in our state gives him unlimited authority. He doesn’t like competition because he thinks he doesn’t have to put effort into something when he knows he is eventually going to win.

LORENZO Camera flashes lit me up instantly, and I started my rehearsed, diplomatic speech. I wasn’t going to let months of work and millions invested sink my position as Patriarch. The press conference dragged on, but when the questions started drifting into things that had nothing to do with my labs, I stepped away. “That’s all for today,” I said, walking back toward the curtains. «Patriarch, is it true you were seriously injured?» «Are you going to take another Luna soon?»

He just laughs and returns to his program. I make a few more notes on my phone, including his typical schedule and the sponsor family he is staying with…hmm, he’s staying with Liz and Fiona’s parents? I know neither of them still lives at home, but I'm surprised that Liz hadn’t mentioned anything about it. Liz had a strong aversion to people she didn't know around her family. Her mate was killed by a rogue right in front of her when they were on patrol. The only good thing was that they had just found each other so the mate bond wasn't so strong that she lost the plot after it. “And done, ghost tracer is active and recording. I’m going to head home, seeing what happened to Isla made me miss