Novel & Cerita Enzo Godfather

“I’ve already lost one son today.” “Roman got what he deserved,” Domenico hissed. “No doubt there,” Giovanni said with a sigh. “He always was driven by his selfishness. I thought maybe he would learn something from you, but alas, he only stayed the sociopath he always was.” “What does that make me?” “That depends. You’ve stolen my goods. She’s worth a lot, being Francesca Vitale Santoro’s daughter.” A deep growl rumbled in Domenico’s chest, and he pulled me tighter against his back.

I was surprised when Lorena suggested Enzo for the godfather, knowing her aversion to the Santos family. “He is your best friend,” she murmured. “Ella is my best friend. She is Matteo’s godparent. It is only fair, your best friend is Isabella’s.” Needless to say, Enzo was shocked as well. There might have been a slight resemblance of a tear in his eyes. I wasn’t sure. Lorena gently handed our daughter to Enzo and smiled. “Protect my baby,” she joked. “With my life,” he vowed. And I knew he would.

she whimpered, “but he is way too strict on you. Know it or not, but he's always watching you like a hawk. I don't even know if I'm worried for you or I'm envious of you.” I smiled and said nothing. Nora didn't even know the half of it and there was no need for me to explain it to her. Especially now. Our agreement was signed. Enzo and I were simply godfather and goddaughter, nothing more, nothing less . Just as I had expected, Enzo was already waiting in the car. As soon as I got him, he offered me a drink. My eyes lit up as I took the cold can from his hands.

Why was he humiliating me like this? — That man was Enzo D'Agostino. He is the boss of Napoli 'ndrina, a powerful but tenuous ally of mine. We had been at war for many years, and my father negotiated peace after both sides suffered terrible losses, including the loss of two of my uncles and six cousins. Enzo recently became a capo and is known for his unpredictability. His hot-headed temper.

Enzo was my brother. Not my boyfriend. Not my enemy's son. My mother's child. Lorenzo Moretti's bastard, hidden under an alias for a decade, placed in Dante's household as a wolf among sheep. The man who'd tried to use me as bait, who'd sent assassins to the penthouse, who'd stood on a pier and offered to let me walk away—he shared my blood.

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

That was what I was. And Enzo kissed the hypocrite softly and passionately, like broken glass he needed to fix. I had a dead ex-husband, a sick son. Of course, I was broken glass. But he was Enzo Moretti, mafia gang leader, owner of a dynasty, and the top boss of the biggest drug cartel in New York. And I was staining his record. He had some political interests to meet and I was dragging him into mud by being with him. Enzo’s lips brushed mine as we took a breather, not full but not starving anymore. At that moment, with Enzo rubbing my skin and staring at me with love, I imagined this being the last time I got to hold him.

I stand next to him. " What did you do to her again?" I ask him. His blue eyes turns to look at me. He looks lost in thoughts. One thing I'm grateful for is, we don't look alike. But when it comes to personality, we're almost alike. Well, he was better I think. My dad chose him to be the Godfather of the mob. He had the guts and was recklessly ruthless. He doesn't give a shit about anyone, humanity included. And he was likely my older brother so it's his birth right.

“It’s Enzo.” The room stilled again. Enzo Moretti. His stepbrother. The golden child of their father’s second wife. The one who grew up in luxury while Dante was forced to train in silence and bleed for every scrap of respect. “That bastard,” Dante muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “He’s been waiting for a reason to move against me. Maybe he finally found it.” Felix frowned. “You think this is about business?” “It’s always about business,” Dante said flatly.

Enzo moved in one clean, brutal motion… ripping the gun from Luca’s hand and turning it on Santoro so fast I barely saw it happen. The sound of the gun clicking as it came up echoed in my chest. “I promised you death, didn’t I?” Enzo said. His voice wasn’t loud. That was the terrifying part. “Enzo, no!” I cried, panic clawing up my throat. I grabbed his arm, fingers digging into him. “Please.” “Stay out of this, Nina,” he said without looking at me. “You have no idea what he’s done.” “I do,” I said desperately. “I know enough. Please, let us get out of here first. He’s Gia’s father. Please.”