Enzo Character Novels & Stories

I hated that response, but it wasn’t like I could change it. “With all due respect, Alpha Ivan, I’m not going to change my answer. My mate is resting, and I’m not going to disturb her. She has more on her plate right now than fixing the issues that were caused by your fellow councilmembers,” Enzo said adamantly. He was currently cooking in the kitchen, wearing a pair of low-hanging sweatpants and a tank top that clung to his impressive muscles. Enzo didn’t slack on maintaining his physique despite how much time and effort he put into his work as CEO of Vittori Enterprises. He looked sexy as hell in a suit, but this right here was a look that was even sexier and was one look that I loved the

"Was it Zarek? Did that piece of shit touch you?" ​"Noooo," I whined, pouting my lip and pushing at his chest. "Zarek is nice. Zarek rescued me. You're the one who's mean." ​Enzo’s jaw tightened so hard a vein throbbed in his temple. He didn't say another word. He scooped me up into his arms, ignoring my silly protests as I tried to tickle his neck. He marched straight into my bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.

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.

He wore designer jeans, a fitted black t-shirt, expensive leather jacket, looking more like he belonged in a Milan nightclub than a Sicilian family estate. His eyes swept the room, landing on me, and his expression shifted to appreciation, a slow grin spreading across his face. “And who is this gorgeous chick?” He started moving toward me, confident, his smile widening. Enzo was on his feet instantly, his arm shooting out, blocking Dante’s path, his body positioning between us with clear territorial warning. “My woman,” Enzo said, his voice cold, dangerous. “Nina Nyx.” Dante stopped, looked between us, his grin turning slightly mocking. “Your woman? I see.” He tilted his head, studying me wi

Beatrice was looking at me curiously, as if trying to piece something together. “Where does your magic come from, Kenzie?” I looked to Bellamy so he could explain. I was still unsure about it all. “I know you’ll keep this private,” he said, looking at her directly. She scoffed but nodded. “She’s a direct descendant of Ezthamus Hecatheem,” he said, looking at me, again with pride shining in his eyes. I would have to get him to explain more. Luckily, Luca beat me to it. “What’s so special about this Ezthamus person?”

There was already a plan on ground that just needed to be implemented. Enzo’s grip softened for a moment, his thumb brushing the dampness from my face, wiping the tears with a tenderness that clashed with his ruthlessness. This man... this beast. I'd seen him kill people like bugs, but yet he managed to show me this side of him, this... steamy and impatient side.

“He was willing to kill me to get revenge on Brett?” Gianni nodded slowly. “Enzo doesn’t care about anyone. Not really. He just wants what he thinks he’s owed. Blood for blood. Power for power. He’s the youngest, but he’s always been the most dangerous. Dante was impulsive. I was calculated. Enzo… Enzo is patient. And patient monsters are the worst kind.”

"Enzo is missing." Mark looked up. "Any signs of a struggle?" "None." Luca walked over, unusually serious. "Enzo wouldn't disappear." Mark nodded. "I know." Enzo had served the Romano family since he was nineteen. Quiet. Reliable. Loyal. He had once taken a bullet protecting Don Romano. If anyone was beyond suspicion... It was him. An hour later, one of the search teams found Enzo's car. It was parked beneath an abandoned bridge on the edge of the city.

"Talk of the devil..." Enzo steps in the cafeteria walking ridiculously. He's really shirt but loves to keep tidy and wear suits that are a bit too tight, showing off his little ass. He straightens the collar of his shirt as he takes a seat a bit far from us. Zara and I have our eyes on him as he takes out a hand sanitizer and rubs his hands before he starts on the meal. "He's fucking gay!" Zara reveals. "What? No!" "I know one. When I see one. I'm telling you, that Lorenzo guy is gay."

"I was desperate, not knowing how to steal her from you, you're practically a god, perfect and the one who makes her smile." "Oh, jealousy!" He laughed. "But I'm not perfect, man. Did you see me with her?" "Yes, once, and she was smiling and relaxed. She feels good with you," I said, remembering the restaurant. "And my nephew told me you're almost perfect." "Oh, yeah, I met your nephew. Nice guy!" "Enzo is a character." "Look, I shouldn't have, but we have to help each other, so I'll tell you something."