Enzo And Nina Novels & Stories

Nina said with a smile. "Morning, Miss. Nina, thank you," Mike replied, smiling, and hurried inside. Meanwhile, Nina smiled kindly at Emmy and hurried back to her room, but Emmy called out to her. "Yes, Emmy, what is it?" Nina asked quietly. "I wanted to thank you because Miss. Nina came just in time to release the tornado, ready to rage." Emmy lowered the volume of her voice for fear of being overheard by Nathan. Nina covered her mouth. She couldn't help but laugh but quickly returned to her room.

“You fucking carry my name now, Bella. You're Mrs Bella Enzo Barine. You no more belong to Marino's.”, Enzo roared. “I'm not a piece of land or some property that you own, Enzo. I'm a human and I breathe. I'm married to you, not sold.” Bella spoke with tears in her eyes as the grip on her arm was getting harder which might leave a bruise later.

They both got in and Keyla drove off. After 10 minutes she pulled over and turned to him, because he had been silent the whole time *Genzo listen, I didn't want you to hear that* Keyla felt for his hand and then put it tightly on her thigh *at the latest when I had to sign it, I would have found out anyway* Genzo pulled away from her hand, he was hurt, you could see that. But Keyla didn't give up and grabbed his hand again

Then he sighed, ran a hand through his dark hair, and muttered something that sounded like “I’m going to regret this.” “Come on,” he said. “I’ve got a place you can crash for the night. Somewhere safe.” “I don’t even know your name.” He looked at me then, really looked at me, and I saw something in his dark eyes that made my breath catch. Not pity. Something harder. Something protective. “Enzo,” he said. “Enzo Romano. President of the Giants MC.” My eyes dropped to his leather jacket. I’d been too panicked to notice before, but now I saw them: patches. Insignia. The club’s symbol — a roaring giant.

Fuck, my cock is hardening and I need to ensure she cannot see it. We arrive at the gala event and are greeted by Enzo, the director from Phoenix plant. He stands with his wife as we get out of the car, a stocky man but good looking, with dark hair and dark eyes. Enzo has a very friendly face and his wife is good looking too, but not like Kenna. She extends her hand to greet us and then wraps Kenna into a big hug which takes Kenna by surprise. It makes me chuckle because Kenna is not a demonstrative person and I can sense she is like cardboard in the woman’s arms.

He stood next to her, and said in a grave tone, "I shouldn't have gotten involved with you. You can leave now, Nina. You...shouldn't appear in my world anymore." - When Enzo returned home, Lina was waiting for him. "Enzo!" Lina hurriedly took his coat the moment she saw him, slapping the servant who rushed to do so. "Get lost! Can't you see I'm helping my brother with his coat? What are you doing here?" she screamed. Enzo seemed accustomed to her behavior.

I was just about to suggest we head back to the cabin for dinner maybe burn another batch of pancakes on purpose just to hear her laugh when the mind-link slammed into my skull like a thunderclap. Max. Enzo’s voice was raw and filled with anger. ‘My cabin. Now. Nina’s gone.’ Eva felt the tension through me and pulled back, eyes wide with concern. “Max? What is it?” I didn’t answer right away. My hands stayed on her waist, grounding me even as duty crashed over my head like a cold wave. Nina our Luna, Enzo’s fated mate, is missing.

Enzo waited at the edge of the pad, arms crossed, head thrown back in laughter so loud it echoed off the rotors winding down. “Oh wow, Nina the explorer returns!” he called, wiping at his eyes. “Did you bring us souvenirs from your grand Italian adventure? Maybe a postcard that says ‘Wish you were here, suckers’?” He doubled over again, shoulders shaking. I marched toward him, cheeks still burning from the kiss memory, and swung a playful fist at his arm. My knuckles connected with solid muscle. “Shut up, Enzo.” He caught my wrist mid-swing, still grinning like an idiot. “Come on, admit it. You missed me. You were out there swinging helmets and stealing chains, thinking ‘If only Enzo were he

“You’re… uh, you’re here.” “Clearly.” he said, a hint of amusement on his face. Well, at least one of us finds this funny. Nathan stood, extending a hand to him. “Hi, I’m Nathan Osborne. Elena’s fiance.” For a split second, I thought I saw something in Enzo’s eyes, but it passed so fast I couldn’t tell what it was. Then he smiled, shook Nathan’s hand firmly and said, “Enzo Wayne. Elena’s husband.” The silence felt loud, even the jazz sounded so faraway, as if the entire restaurant paused to listen. The words landed like a punch.

“Find out who else Jonathan bought.” --- Later That Night – Ryan’s POV By the time Ryan returned to the penthouse, the city was cloaked in mist and headlights. Elena met him at the door, and for a moment, her presence grounded him. He kissed her forehead, then looked at her closely. “You haven’t eaten.” “I was busy planning the end of a dynasty,” she said, trying to joke. It didn’t land. They sat together in the living room, the fire casting gold shadows over their faces.