Phoenix: The Mobster's Formidable Wife Novels & Stories

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.

"Brenda! Let me see her.She is my wife! Why won't you let me see her?" Phoenix cried. "I asked the guards to keep him outside.I was afraid that he would do something extreme." Elizabeth frowned and shook her head helplessly. "Forget it.Let him in." Phoenix practically flew to Brenda's side and held her hand tightly. With eyes red from tears, he kept trying to encourage her. "Babe, you will be fine.I love you.Just hold on a little longer!" Phoenix said, kissing her hand lovingly. "I never thought a violent man like him would fall in love with someone so deeply,"

“I think I'll pass,” she replied, “So how does it feel to be my wife?” It was a rough demand. Startled, Susan stared at him. She was shaken by the seething quality of his glittering dark eyes. They seemed to reach down and threaten to go for her throat. All of a sudden she was very grateful that they were standing a ludicrous distance apart. “How?” he prompted with lethal persistence. “Leo, I don't feel like your wife, so don't let it worry you,” she responded with a forced laugh. “All I want to be is the best mother I can be for Sophie. I have no intention of interfering in your life in any other way.”

"It's such a pity that he still married you even though you're so weak that you failed their qualification tests three years in a row. That was really a surprise." My throat was so dry that it was almost impossible for me to say a word. Stella smiled and continued criticizing, "Though it was fortunate that he couldn't announce your marriage publicly because the Hoods cannot accept such a weak and incapable woman into their family. All they could do was wait till you were 'qualified' before they made their announcement. "However, you—the mafia boss's secret wife—are about to die. You won't live to see the day when you are acknowledged publicly.

Phoenix’s text and calls were consistent and I decided not to answer it. I still feel a bit gloomy from grandpa’s death and I’m not in the mood to answer him now. I have to recollect myself. Though last night, the news says that the famous bachelor Phoenix, came back to the cory and is about to get married to Mr. Buenaventura’s daughter. It was all over the television and fans were sad about it. I want to wish him a happy marriage but I would be lying to myself when I said it didn’t hurt me.

I said, playfully as she turned her head and giggled. "Oh please, don't tell me that you wouldn't want me to become your sister-in-law". She took our luggage and kept them at the side.. "Really? Jason is a mafia, did you forget?". I reminded her, maybe she has forgotten .. " Mafia? And what about your husband?". She forced my hand to my husband and grinned her away into the bathroom.. She came out after an hour in her changed clothes and asked me to go in and change.. I got into the bathroom and I changed out of my tight dress, Lucia asked us to take a walk around the house..

She stammered again. "Myself," I closed my eyes when I replied. "Wh... What?" She was shocked. "Yes. He wants me to be his wife," I replied, looking at her. "Tell me, you... You said... Said no," she asked, looking at me. "I said yes. He wants me to be his wife. So I will be. I will be the Mafia's Vengeful Wife."

Chris replied. "Good idea. Let's ask Irene about it tomorrow. Good work Chris." said Mason. Just then, Mason and Chris saw a Rolls Royce pull up and out walked Jim, Keith, Nathan and Victoria, all in good spirits after their encounter with the Parkers. How could they not be? The Phoenix Mafia just pocketed fifty million dollars from using next to nothing to purchase and sell another person's business; while at the same time doing their humane bid to ensure an elderly couple's safety from their rebellious son. Job well done for the team.

I watched him go, feeling the hair on the back of my neck rise. My focus returned to the hallway. As I turned, my gaze caught a small, vintage display cabinet set into the wall. Inside, catching the dim light, was a delicate, antique pendant. It was silver, intricately carved, but the detail that stopped my breath was a tiny, recurring motif on the clasp: the dark silhouette of a bird with outstretched wings. My hands started to shake. A phoenix.

A velvet pouch. She opened it and poured the contents onto the bed, several crumpled receipts, a faded brooch... and a golden ring with the phoenix emblem. “It was real,” she whispered. “The rumors about her... they were all real.” Diamante Lunaria Hernandez. The name had haunted the elite circles. The quiet storm who had disappeared too soon. Her death left a hole in a very powerful family, and her daughter had never been officially claimed. Almay knew then that this was not just about vengeance. It was about power. She cradled the phoenix ring and diary, staring into the shadows of her dingy apartment. “Let them chase fireflies,” she murmured. “We’ll burn their garden to ash.”