Enzo And Caroline Novels & Stories

When I was satisfied, I got into the car and leaned back against the seat. “Let’s go,” I ordered. “I’ve had enough of Carina for one day.” But as we drove off, I couldn’t help but smile. The game was just beginning, and she was already losing. … By the time I arrived home, the frustration from watching Carina fumble under pressure had ebbed, replaced by the thought of Elena. She had no idea what kind of danger could be circling her, and I’d keep it that way. The front door opened before I even reached it. Enzo stood there, his expression calm but alert. “Everything’s in place,” he said, his tone low.

I walk out of the room, giving them no chance to ask extra questions or shoot the shit with me. The engine of the car purrs as I sit outside the brownstone, I’m not stupid enough to think these men won’t double cross me. I'm waiting for Enzo to leave and head back to his apartment downtown. Yes I researched him, yes I know he’s just over fifty, he’s got high blood pressure, hidden offshore accounts and a mole he’s getting removed from his back next month because his doctor is worried it might be skin cancer. I don’t fuck around with the people I do jobs for, I’ll be balls deep in your life before you even knew I was there. Enzo was supposed to marry Dominic Beretta’s oldest daughter today, s

My mind went directly to Carlos. "Did they just allow Carlos to watch this sort of adult thing?" I question myself, when I set my eyes on him with Marco who was kneeling, now on his feet covering her eyes. I grin, nodding my head in satisfaction. “We will ease your stress and treat you well!” Enzo promises. Though I made up my mind to walk away, I found myself now drawing back to them. Since there was a bond pulling me closer to them and Carlos who I came there for still clinging on to me u decided to overlook Luca's insults.

The same jawline, the same cold smile. Enzo Moretti. Dante got out of the car first. Elena, behind him, with the child in her arms, had insisted on coming, and no one had been able to refuse. Enzo looked at them for a long time. Then he said, "Little brother." His voice was soft, almost gentle. "How long has it been?" "We don't know each other." "But we should." Enzo took a step forward. "We share the same blood. The same father. The same name."

His thumb brushes her cheekbone. class="western" align="left"> Then we’re doing this.. No running, no games, no pretending tomorrow might be different. His voice is rough, edged with emotion he doesn’t bother hiding anymore. He pulls her from her chair, drawing her close. The city lights blur around them. Just us, building something real. Enzo lifts his head, sensing the shift-the moment when everything solidifies into something neither of them can undo. Val kisses her then, slow and deep tasting promise and osso buco on her lips. He then suddenly supersizes her and picks her up and carries her into the bathroom the water already filling the Jacuzzi tub and she giggles and says I’m way too h

Dino grabbed a second gun from the fallen man, his mind clear, body moving on instinct. One shot. Two. A swift kick to disarm another enemy. But they kept coming. Sanchez had sent an army. Sergio cursed. “We won’t hold them much longer.” Dino knew he was right. They had to disappear. As they sped away in a stolen car, Enzo’s ragged breaths filled the silence. Dino gripped the steering wheel, jaw clenched. “Tell me everything.” Enzo swallowed hard, glancing at Elena before speaking.

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.”

“Okay… I’ll model for you.” Henry straightened dramatically and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Cara Johnson, Henry’s girlfriend.” Sara rolled her eyes. “Okay.” “Please give her a round of applause,” he continued, clapping exaggeratedly. Taking a deep breath, Sara remembered everything Cara had once taught her and what she had just seen on YouTube . She lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and walked right there in front of him. When she finished, Henry clapped enthusiastically. “Woo! You are amazing.”

Carlo looked at me, a faint smile appearing on his face. Hope rose within me. Just as I was about to take the candle, he suddenly opened his hand. The candle dropped and hit the ground. I watched helplessly as the last flame went out. While kneeling on the ground, I tried to pick them all up, but a force around my waist pulled me into an embrace. "Wendy, this is the price for lying to me." I pushed Carlo away with all my strength. Carlo, caught off guard, almost fell. As he was about to come at me again, he received a call from Enzo.

I feel strange because not in a thousand lives did I imagine this type of contact with him, but at the same time, I feel safe in his arms, as I suppose a big brother's hug should feel. Finally, Fabrizio leaves the cake on the coffee table and joins us. He's the one I've had the least contact with; however, he is the most accessible of the three men there. One could say he is the sweetest, amidst all his lethality. "Cara," Enzo calls me and holds my shoulders, "I think you're missing someone to hug." He makes me turn, and I hold my breath when I see her coming out of the kitchen. "Happy Birthday, Sis." She extends her arms, and I run to her.