Bonnie And Enzo Novels & Stories

he tried to say, affectionately looking at Kaira. Kaira and Enzo are cousins. They are criminal accomplices and buddies who rely on each other practically all the time. Kaira has never had a sibling, and Enzo is the closest thing she could ever have to a brother. He might be a real pain in the ass, a bit of a nuisance, and get on her nerves most of the time, but Enzo genuinely cares about her. He also supports her in anything she chooses to do.

There was no telling what type of, or how many, allies they had on their side or even what trash she'd potentially snuck into their pack. Neither brother was happy when I mentioned her trying to poison me. Enzo said that he'd reach out to the same witch and ask her for something to counteract any possible issues once the first potion wore off. I supposed that the universe felt like my night hadn't sucked enough. There was a chick dressed in a skin-tight bodycon dress that dipped down dangerously low to show off a lot of cleavage. “Babe!” she squealed when she saw Enzo. She launched herself at him and pressed her lips to his. It ripped his arm away from my waist. I would've fallen if it hadn'

My hands, which had been resting lightly on his chest, clenched into his shirt as I tried to ground myself. “But Fiona…” I began, my voice trailing off. The name hung heavily in the air, a stark reminder of the reality we were trying to escape in this moment. Enzo closed his eyes briefly, as if the mention of her name caused him pain. “I owe Fiona my loyalty. I’ve told myself that for years,” he said, his tone laced with frustration. “But loyalty doesn’t mean love, and it doesn’t mean I can ignore what I feel when I’m with you.”

"Oh, good heavens, you both look like you’ve been dragged through a battlefield. Come on, come on, the food is ready, your favorite—" "I'm not hungry," Cassiel interrupted bluntly, brushing past her. "Of course you’re not," Miss Maria raised her brows. "Because the idea of rest and food is foreign to you, isn't it?" Enzo blinked, looking between Cassiel and Miss Maria, then turned toward his boss. "Forgive me, boss," he muttered suddenly, and before Cassiel could react, Enzo grabbed him by the collar. “What the—Enzo!” Cassiel growled, twisting in his grip.

Lucille mind-linked nervously. “Let’s talk outside,” Mitch said smoothly, motioning Louis to follow. The three stepped out into the night air. Mitch extended a firm hand toward Louis. “I’m Mitchell Jones. Your sister’s mate. Pleased to meet you.” Louis froze for a moment. His palms were damp. Slowly, he extended his trembling hand to meet Mitch’s. “Louis Clinton,” he said shakily. “Pleased to meet you, Lord Mitch.” “Mitchell,” Mitch corrected gently. “Just Mitchell is perfect.”

The drive to the hospital didn’t take long so we made our way to the parking lot and I immediately sight Enzo’s car already parked with Donatello leaning against the car. “Hey.” Sunny greets Donatello. He smirks and eyes her. “Hey, Chipmunk.” There was a long weird stare down between them and I could literally feel the sexual tension in the air. I hold my tongue, resisting the urge to scream out ‘JUST DATE!’ Enzo comes out of the car, grabbing me by the waist to engulf me in a hug and place a kiss on my forehead. “Hey….” I muffle against his chest. He pulls away. “How are you feeling?”

Mandy let out a warm smile as Brenda enjoyed the food. “Are you not giving some to Enzo?”. Cara asked, making Brenda snap out of her delight, a pink blush crept up her cheeks, when Enzo’s name was mentioned. “Enzo?”. Mandy asked, in confusion. “Oh, I forgot to tell you.” Cara said giggling. “About what?”. “Brenda and Enzo are officially together now”. Cara said squealing with a happy dance. “Oh my goodness, thank you moon goddess, I’m so happy for you Brenda.” Mandy said pulling her into a warm hug.

{Naomi POV} Enzo walked up slowly, his presence heavy like a storm cloud rolling in. The moment he reached me, he slid his hand around my waist, pulling me flush against him. My skin crawled under his touch. Enzo’s voice was harsh as he looked at the guy. “Don’t you dare threaten my fiancée, Brian!” Brian. I blinked up, glancing between them.

Ace “How is everything with you, Ace?” I blink at Enzo from across his desk, the leather seat cool against the back of my jean-clad thighs. He leans back in the large chair, his hands running down the front of his dark blue blazer sculpted to his frame. Not a single strand of dirty-blond hair is out of place, and his hard blue eyes focused on me. “Everything is fine,” I answer, my back pin-straight. “Is there any news on those Bonanno fuckers?”