Phoenix: The Mobster's Formidable Wife Novels & Stories

She was about to slap me but a hand blocked it. "I know she's stupid, but you can't touch her. Even your fingertips." Zach said coldly. while intently looking at his Mom. "Stop your craziness Mom! You just hate everything. I'm not happy with what you're up to. You have no right to treat Kimora like this. She's my wife and no one can hurt my wife without my permission!" Zach pulled me away so I could do nothing. I wanted to pull Athena’s hair but I knew I wasn’t in a position to do that. I was just a humble poor and married to a rich and handsome man. And also lived in a Mafia Family.

I looked at the city once more, suffocated by all the shit in my life. Maddox was becoming a worse enemy than I realized, and I still felt guilty for killing his brother. That plan backfired in my face because I assumed Maddox would cave. When he didn’t, I had to make Miles’s wife a widow. I was a fucking monster. Damien stepped onto the patio in a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket. “It’s fucking freezing. Why are you sitting out here like that?” He fell into the chair opposite me, helping himself to the booze on the table. “Trying to catch a cold?”

People smiled, unaware that the woman they came to celebrate had just been left for dead by the man she trusted most. I pushed past waiters, guests, polite greetings. I couldn’t hear them. Couldn’t feel anything but the fury burning through my ribs. Then I saw her. Viviana. Standing alone on the second-floor balcony, wine glass in hand, red lips curled in amusement as she looked out at the city like she owned it. I didn’t hesitate. I stormed toward her, heels striking the marble like gunshots. She turned slowly, unfazed, as though she’d been expecting me.

she opened her arms, I drew a bit closer and hugged her. “You know,” She disengaged from the hug, “I'm not trying to convince you or anything, but the truth is, in this World, all the Men project ruthlessness and power, but amidst them, I've seen Good men, and trust me, Vincenzo is one them, it may sound like I'm lying but I've worked in this family for years, and I won't lie to you,” Mrs Maria said.

I envied that courage, the decisiveness I lacked badly. Adrian’s reputation preceded him. He wasn’t just a chess prodigy and he was a name that carried fear. A mafia boss cloaked in accurate moves, his world was chaos, yet he remained unshaken with all those storms. Stories about him spread through whispers: the man who turned the tides of power in his favor, a leader feared by his enemies and revered by his own. But what fascinated me the most was how untouchable he seemed. Nothing fazed him; nothing broke him. Meanwhile, I felt like I was cracking at the edges every day.

Gold swallows hard, focusing on his painting. He started this artwork more than two weeks ago. The lack of time hinders him from painting it perfectly, though as stated, at least it's done. "This is Phoenix in the Fire." He tells everybody, still looking at his work. The portrait is greatly inspired by the polaroid picture he took the first night he and Kolya slept together. The canvas size is 38"W x 75"H, it's big and he can't believe that he's showing this to the public.

Stacy stepped forward, but Phoenix took two steps ahead and folded her arms around her chest. "Touch me and I will fucking burn you to a crisp," Phoenix warned her, looking straight into her eyes without a fear. I knew Phoenix would never beg Stacy to let her stay for the night. "Your mom must have been a slut to give bi---," Stacy took it too far but Phoenix was not less than anyone. "One more word and I will shove your baby back in you." Phoenix’s threat made Stacy share a glance with me. "Leave!" was all Stacy had to say. Phoenix wasn’t given any time to change her clothes, so she wore an overcoat and quickly packed her bags, but then it struck me.

"Alexis, what happened? You need to tell me what happened." My eyes flickered towards Mrs Velt but she gave me nothing, her face holding a neutral expression, it was clear that she didn't seem to care what I told her. "It's the trials, Zee. These are the side effects of it." Referring to my body, so understood the message every part of it, everyone in the room seemed to still want to know more. Her eyes turned cold, the normal warm, sweet chocolate melted. "They used Phoenix, didn't they." Again, it came out more of a statement than a question.

Phoenix tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders. “Actually,” Phoenix started. “It’s YOUR little bitch that ruined everything for you. Shame on you to send your precious baby into my pack to try to take everything. You, her father, used her as a whore and a spy and she still wasn’t able to close the deal. Tsk tsk tsk.” You could see the rage build on his face and I knew if he could he would kill Phoenix right now. “I’ll kill you slowly and I’ll make every moment painful.”

threatened Diego. Vellina just scoffed for a while before finally she ended that phone call without the other side’s approval. She threw that phone to her car’s backseat because she wanted to ignore the incoming phone call, which she knew would be heard a little while later. Vellina was well aware of her husband’s characteristic. He wouldn’t want to lose an argument. Since the beginning, their marriage wasn’t something she wanted. Diego was one of many subordinates of her father, the leader of a mafia clan in Naples.