Enzo Godfather Novels & Stories

He wastched us both suspicously, then said, "Vince, I see you met my daughter." His name is Vince? "I'm Sofia. It was a pleasure to meet you." I indroduce myself to 'Vince'. "Vincenzo Moretti." He said in a deep voice. He had an accent. "Vincenzo is the Italian Don." My papa said to me. That explained his sexy accent. Did I just call his accent sexy? "Why are you having a meeting with the Italian Don?" I ask, confused. "I'll explain later, now come, your mama made breakfast." He answered.

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

He mocked. "Ugh... just forget, "It's Kenzo. Why do you bear 'Giordana'?" "Well, mom is half Italian although she was born and raised in America. She decided to name me after her maternal grandmother and the name is the Italian translation for Jordan," I explained. "Oh, cool," He nodded. "And by the way, I'll call you Kenny or Ken instead of Philip," I announced with a big grin. "Noooo!" He groaned. " I hate that name."

"Enzo?!" I exclaimed sounding shocked yet surprised. "Hello to you too my lovely sister." He greeted making me feel embarrassed and smile looking at my face. "Hello brother." I replied with a huge smile and he engulf me in a hug. Enzo Vecenzo Sench, son of my father's brother is the heir of the Sench empire. When I had come to visit here, my father told me about him along with other family members and he was the only one who I had met.

Enzo Laureati, the 28-year-old supreme alpha of the Moonlit Pack. He was a blue-eyed, tall man with a muscular build. His skin was fair, and his dark brown hair was tied back into a neat bun. Enzo sat in the backseat of his black Rolls-Royce with a phone pressed to his ear. "Yes, Father.” He nodded, his voice sounding bored. "I've already handled it, and I'm on my way back." He ended the call with an irritated sigh, his fingers tapping idly against the leather seat. He looked up and caught a glimpse of his driver’s face in the rearview mirror. "Andrei, can you speed up?"

"My men took Moretti’s silver because they were greedy. You took mine because you have a God complex. There’s a difference." A maid appeared, silently placing plates of seared sea bass and risotto in front of us. I waited until she disappeared before I spoke again. "I don't have a God complex. I just saw people hurting while you sat on mountains of cash you didn't even know were missing." "Oh, I knew," Enzo said, taking a sip of the dark red wine. "I knew the second the first cent vanished. I just wanted to see how far the Ghost would go. I wanted to see if you were smart enough to hide your tracks."

Luca is either the worst at starting an explanation or has plans on giving me a heart attack because his first statement threw me off balance so much that I could have crumpled to the ground if only it registered at first. “Enzo works for me, Nazlynn,” Luca said. I fixed my gaze on him. Then I barked out a sarcastic laughter. “Was that your attempt at comic relief? Because I can promise you, it worked.” “It wasn't a joke, chica bella,” he started, taking a step closer to me, which I responded by taking a step backwards. “Enzo works for my family. He works for the mafia.” My breath got stuck in my throat. I shook my head rapidly, trying to stop home from spewing more lies. “Enzo plays footbal

Miranda exclaimed, gazing at Galileo and Giovanni as a mother should, but with Enzo, her eyes were soulless and completely lacks the natural light a mother should have for their child. Wasn't Enzo her son? The thought spanned my path, but Sandrino handled Enzo in the same manner as he handled Galileo and Giovanni as a father should and the same was godfather Gattani. I shook my head. It was none of my business anyway. Everyone had their demons to deal with and I had mine. To be continued...!

I opened my mouth, fumbling for an excuse, but Hugo turned toward Enzo instead, who wore a scowl like it had been carved into his face. “You carry on from here, Lorenzo. I’ll find my way,” Hugo said, waving him off with a subtle flick of his cane. “Are you sure, Padrino?” Enzo asked. (Godfather.) “Oh yes. You’ve got work to do,” Hugo replied with finality. Enzo gave a stiff bow and shot me one last murderous glare before walking off. If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under by now. “Come, my dear,” Hugo groaned, tapping his cane against the floor.

“Enzo is the son of Matteo Verrilli the late mob boss and he'll be taking over as the head of the family,” Morelli announced and the room went dead silent. Their mouths hung down in shock and he could see the look of surprise on their faces. They soon recovered from the shock and began murmuring among themselves.