Novel & Cerita Phoenix: The Mobster's Formidable Wife

Phoenix snapped, slamming his glass down on the table, liquor splashing over the edge. “Maybe she already knows that he is a demon or monster,” I said casually. Phoenix shook his head with absolute confidence. “No. He wouldn’t let her know. I’m sure of it.” “And why do you think that?” I raised my eyebrows. “Just my gut,” Pheonix winked, forcing me to shake my head. I leaned back in my chair. “Are you sure we should even continue this? I heard his wife’s already been kidnapped twice, and yet he doesn’t seem to be taking any action. No retaliation. No investigation. At this point, it’s pointless.”

“Sir, there was a call from the penthouse this morning asking for shampoo. I told the caller only owners could make such requests.” The manager frowned. “Mr. Madrigal, I apologize. Our policy does state—” “I know your damn policy,” Phoenix snapped. “But your employee hung up on my wife, forcing her to go out and buy shampoo herself. When she returned, the door was locked, and she had to sit outside for six hours waiting for me to come back.” The manager’s eyes widened. “Your wife?” “Yes, my wife,” Phoenix said coldly. “And whatever I own, she owns. That makes her a part-owner of the penthouse.”

I’m forced to deal with it on a professional basis, but at least my home should be stable and peaceful. "Phoenix had quietly suggested that it might be time for us to move out and get our own place, but I thought that this was the worst possible time for us to leave the old man to his own devices. Who knows, if we turned our backs, that woman might bleed him dry and leave him penniless.

Sitting in the car, I asked, “If it is Phoenix who doesn’t want to use you, you must have offended him somehow.” Anya snorted. “How can I offend Phoenix? Even if I do, I can’t wait to curvy a favor with him. How could I offend him?” “Then, what’s going on? How could Phoenix say not letting you act heroin?” I could not believe it. It was said that the Phoenix had never appeared in public. No one had ever seen him before. It was even unknown whether he was a man or woman, young or old. She never meddled in other people's affairs. And did seldom participate in the casting of the TV series? How could he point out that the role of heroin doesn’t suit Anya?

I’ve only ever seen this place from afar, but I have a weird sense of déjà vu when we walk up. ‘I was here with Ajax a couple of days ago,’ Phoenix’s voice floats into my mind. ‘You were unconscious at the time. We’ve come a long way in a couple of days,’ she says happily. She's right, we have. Much like with Ajax, everyone smiles and waves at Kenna, but they give me nervous glances. “Your hand is getting hot, fire dragon,” the Phoenix says, pushing forward. She turns and looks at me, cocking her head to the side. “Emmi?”

she said with worries. "I have considered it as well. Our mafia group is not any street gang, dear. We rule the underground world. No one would dare to take a powerful Mafia's wife away just like that, in case you got revealed. I will give Kennard my position so he will have more powerful authority." he relieved her. Madeline listen carefully to his every word but still, her fear for Kennard was stopping her from accepting his idea. He took a moment and again spoke gazing at her lost figure.

The way they had stopped whatever they were talking about and paid attention to him surprised me. They were talking about some mafia stuff and I stood there looking like a lost puppy I still hadn't come to terms with the fact that my life was now constantly in danger because I was married to the mafia don. I don't think anyone could. "And who is this little piece of candy that's been standing here ?" A man spoke up causing everyone to look at me and I just stared at my own two feet. "She's not important" I looked at Julius with wide eyes. "So I can go show her some moves on the dance floor?"

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.

The confident smile on her face froze, then cracked, as she read the first line. NAME: Seraphina Venti-Moretti STATUS: Wife of Dante “The Ghost” Moretti. La Madrina of the Moretti family. Dante Moretti. The shadow king of Chicago. The man her own father had to steer clear of in business, the man he paid a hefty “security consulting fee” to every year. The file included Dante’s dossier, filled with bloody rumors: traitors were tied to cement blocks and dropped in Lake Michigan; enemies had their throats slit in their own beds; his nickname, “The Ghost,” was because anyone who saw him get his hands dirty became a ghost themselves.

husband for two years, the man who had just traded his life for her chance to live, falling in a pool of blood, the last string of reason within Mary completely snapped. Rage exploded, awakening the full dormant power of the coldest mafia member in the Union State. Her eyes turned a fiery red, overflowing with a bone-chilling killing intent. Without giving Justin a chance to reload for the next shot, Mary’s body launched forward like an arrow leaving a bow, so fast it created a slight whistling wind. In just a blink of an eye, she had closed in on Justin. He panickily tried to raise the gun to block, but it was too late.