Novel & Cerita Phoenix: The Mobster's Formidable Wife

she whispered in question, and Luke nodded his head in confirmation, relieved to see her unharmed. “How do you know his name? Kids?” She questioned but never got an answer because those little wags ran off down the hall. “Greetings from Kate, I guess,” Henry concluded. “So, who is Mister Luke?” “Luke is my soulmate, and he is a phoenix,” Sarah announced proudly. “What?” “How?” “No! Not possible!” Salve of questions simultaneously were fired at them, and Luke nervously wrapped his arm around Sarah’s waist, pulling her closer. “That’s what I said too, but it is very much possible.”

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.

“You sound like you have everything figured out. Almost like you already knew there was a possibility that something like this might happen.” “If you don’t have any plans to help the company, fine. Suit yourself and continue distracting yourself with that woman you married.” “Isobelle. Her name’s Isobelle.” “We have too much on our plate already. If it’s not worth talking about, let’s not talk about it.”

She's the only thing he has of his wife. I've see what losing a family member does to the men in this business. Chul-Moo's wife got killed a few years back, he went through a rough couple of years before he got back to normal. That's the thing about us; when we hate, we hate hard but we love even harder. "Miliani! I got her! I got the kid!" Mafalda suddenly exclaims and I immediately hung up the phone I was using on the desk. I rush to her and grab the phone out of her hands, "Hello?"

I made sure to look downcast as I said, “I’ll be alright. It takes some time to get used to, but I’ll be fine. T-Thank you for your concern.” Rory sympathized with me and sighed. “No, this won’t do. You’re the wife. Wait for me here.” I followed Rory with my eyes as she walked over to the jerk and the model. He seemed to have told a joke because she giggled when Rory came up to them. Then, I met his eyes. Dark, brooding, and manly. His strong presence further confirms his standing as a mafia organization’s head. My eyes darted towards the encircled arms of the woman around his arm. Noticing my intense stare, she unclasped their arms and looked away.

She laughed, I could feel her husband staring down at her like she was the sun itself and no other stars could exist where she shined. “I've been looking forward to meeting you." She said happily. I stared on in worry. I've never seen any soul born and raised in the Mafia world look so happy and pure. It was unnerving. Almost like Rino could feel it, he pulled me closer into him. I watched as her husband's hooded gaze followed Rino's movement and then he whispered something into his wife's ears and she blinked before nodding softly. She looked like she was holding back from pulling me into another hug.

I couldn't help but question why he would choose me if he had a penchant for women with more prominent features. Ugh! What am I even thinking? It doesn't matter what kind of woman Luigi likes or if he's a player. I don't have a choice but to accept the marriage he's proposing. Even though he gave me a week to decide, he's still my only option. I can't escape because he already bought me. I wonder where the woman who sold me to those people in black is now. Doesn't she have a conscience for what she did? Seriously! Who would have thought a woman would do that to her fellow woman?

“I have the right to burn it down as much as you do! Why can’t you leave me and my wife to live our lives and be happy for us? I chose her because she’s the one I want to spend my life with. I love her. If you even know what love means.” “You’re insane to love the daughter of the most wanted criminal.” I felt like the floor just pulled off my feet. I stared at him in horror. I didn’t have to ask the obvious. He had billions of dollars and connections to figure out that secret. “What the fuck did you do?” “Do you think I don’t know who she is? A Siciliano. It’s not even harder to track her family tree, and Florence doesn’t need much persuasion with fifty thousand dollars before her.”

As she disappeared into the crowd, Conrad stood frozen, cheek flushed, heart raging. The light danced across the Phoenix pendant on her neck—like a warning. Behind that graceful smile, she carried a secret only a few could survive: She was the wife of one of Italy’s most feared Mafia bosses. The crowd swallowed her again. As soon as she was out of sight, Conrad’s hand slipped into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number. His chest rose and fell with fury. The call connected. “I accept the offer,” he said coldly.

I frowned down at my drink and thought about all the reasons that it really wasn't. A few hours later, most of the place had cleared out. Sara was gone, and I didn't much expect to see her again. She just didn't seem like that kind of girl. I was sitting in Phoenix's office in the back of the clubhouse. Phoenix was a hard man. He was cold and calculating, and he had one of the most intense and serious looks you could ever imagine. But underneath that exterior, Phoenix was a good man and had always done right by me. He did his best to raise me and to protect me, and he'd even tried to keep me away from the Sandcastles at one point.