Phoenix: The Mobster's Formidable Wife Novels & Stories

“Vitals steady. They’re not here to steal.” “No,” Phoenix said, eyes fixed forward. “They’re here to erase.” She rose into the open. No weapon in her hands. No panic in her posture. Silk blouse. Pencil skirt. A woman who looked like she belonged exactly where she stood. “Gentlemen,” Phoenix said coolly, her voice carrying through the dark, “you’re scuffing imported marble. I suggest you finish quickly.” Targeting lasers snapped on—three red points settling across her torso. “On your knees,” the lead intruder ordered.

“It’s… attentive.” Damien grimaced. “That’s not reassuring.” A soft knock sounded at the door. Phoenix stepped inside without waiting for an answer. Her expression was neutral, but her eyes lingered on Damien, then on me, like she was measuring something invisible. “He confronted you,” she said. “Yes.” “And you refused him.” “Yes.” A flicker of approval crossed her face. “Good.” Damien crossed his arms. “You sound relieved.” “I am,” Phoenix replied. “Control would have destabilized the lock faster than desire ever could.”

She must have read those in the tabloid. “He was a playboy. I met him and Abby, his wife. He’s Phoenix and Hawk's cousin from his mother's side. His Mom is Williams.” “And what Phoenix is doing here if he is from a rich family?” “They have a home here in Ravenwood. He moved to New York when his parents divorced.” My phone rings. It’s Phoenix. I can’t help but smile. God, I missed him already. “Hey, just landed a few minutes ago. How’s your mom?”

Harshly, but royally he pulled out the chair for himself to sit as Danica gently pulled her, with her shaky hands. She was strictly ordered to sit beside him and act like his wife since they were married tor almost 9 months. The maids quickly served them the dinner as Zeke and Danica started eating. The maids stood aside shaking, everyone feared Zeke. Of course why shouldn't they? Zeke is a mafia boss. Being cruel, heartless, brutal and rough was what he was taught to. Everyone had to think multiple times before doing anything because they knew, one wrong step and they're gone.

-Priest. "Having pledged their fidelity to one another, to love, honor and cherish one another in the presence of this gathering and by the authority vested in me by the constitution and the laws of this state, it is my honor to now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."-Priest. "Ladies and Gentlemen, it is my honor to be the first to introduce you to: Mr. and Mrs. Costello."- Priest. "I love you so much, Jenn. Now that you are my wife, I will not allow anyone else to hurt you," said the mafia boss seriously.

“I just want to see his face… and make him return what he stole from me.” “What about Israel?” Andrew asked. Patrick paused, it seemed like he had forgotten Israel was also Hindley. Andrew burst into laughter. “That’s why I told you to think twice before going against Hindley. You knew this stunt wouldn’t just bring Hindley, it would attract other families like Sharon, Imperial, and the Hurgo. This woman is also the mother of Phoenix, the Mafia boss that everyone fears. And you know exactly what kind of monster Myth is, don’t you?”

Then, she walked towards the estate that surrounded the building. Hazel took a leisurely morning stroll, unafraid of the criminals who could attack her at any time, because the building and the vast forest surrounding it were the fiefdom of a mafia family. Not a single crime occurred here because of the great influence of the family name. It was also because there was a high fence surrounding each end of the forest. Hazel usually took a leisurely stroll from the kitchen exit to the entrance gate through these woods.

I scolded him, standing my ground despite feeling a little intimidated by his presence, now that I know who he is. “It’s been a long time since someone yelled at me,” he admitted, his expression shifting between impressed and intrigued. "But seriously, why are you here? This is just wrong. I thought you were smart enough to know not to mess around with a mob wife. Don’t you guys have a rule book or something?" I continued, my hunger and exhaustion making me careless about the people staring at us.

“She must’ve overheard you and Ann at breakfast this morning, discussing and planned to go out. When we came out for a break from the conference, I got a message from her. It said she needed to see me urgently and that she was waiting for me in front of the room. I knew in my heart I should ignore the note, but I just couldn't. Curiosity, I guess, and that stupid need to have my revenge, even if it was only seeing the look on her face when I told her that I thought she was disgusting. She took my showing up as a sign I still wanted her, of course. Whitney had snapped her fingers and stupid Phoen had come running. Once inside the room, she put on an act that would make your mind boggle. She t

In both hands, she held a Glock pistol with a very professional grip. "You've come to the wrong house," Lily hissed. As the daughter of the late legendary mafia leader, the husband of Grandma Louisa and Lucas's grandfather, the blood of a fighter flowed strongly in Lily's veins. She moved as fast as lightning, taking cover behind a wooden pillar while returning fire. A shootout erupted in the living room. Shards of glass and wood flew everywhere. Lily showed the skills she had been hiding in order to live a normal life. She took down two more men with precise shots to the chest.