Enzo And Caroline Novels & Stories

We walked them to the door and just as we got to their car Mother started to talk with Carolina again leaving me to stand here in uncomfortable silence, but when we looked at each other we couldn't help but laugh. "So I'll see you at eight." "Yes, Lorenzo. I'll see you at eight." I say actually as I laugh. "Please, call me Enzo." He says as he takes my hand and kisses it as the gentleman does in movies. "See you later, Enzo." I say as he lets go of my hand and I make my way back into the house.

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

"I have a date tonight. I can't show up with a bruise." "Too bad I don't give a fuck." Enzo muttered, clenching his fist until his knuckles turned white. Enzo was about to knock the shit out of Leo when Carlo suddenly opened the door, bringing him to a pause. "Am I interrupting something?" Carlo asked, holding back a grin as he swung glances between Enzo and Leo. "Come in," Enzo said. Leo was about to make his way to the door for an escape, but Enzo was faster. He pulled back Leo by the collar and landed a hard punch on his nose.

Dante walked in, took one look at their faces, and stopped. “You found something,” he said. “We found a name,” Elena said. “And we need to talk to Alessandro.” Alessandro’s face, when Elena told him, was unreadable for a full minute. Then: “Enzo Carbone has a son.” “Marco Carbone,” Elena confirmed. “Thirty-one years old. We found almost nothing on him publicly which is itself significant. He dropped out of every record six years ago. No social media, no business filings, nothing.”

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.

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.