Enzo Godfather 소설 & 이야기

Everyone waited to hear what Zen had to say. Yet, Zen did not realise any of those. He simply looked up and thought about it. When he died as a civilian, Celine, no, God, told him that he had the ability to become the next Godfather. It was a little hard to believe he would get there, but if he did, his answer would be the same as Zen, the gamer or Civilian #3207, the chef.

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.

As the limousine rolled through the streets of North Central Philadelphia, the two men sat in contemplative silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they plotted the downfall of the Rinaldi empire. Meanwhile, The black G-Wagon 360 pulled up at the abandoned warehouse, its tinted windows concealing the occupants within. Luca emerged first, his broad frame clad in a black tank top and a grey jacket. Enzo, his protégé, followed closely behind him. Enzo is Luca, Dominic and Isla's distant cousins, recently he has taken an apprentice role at Luca’s side.

Instead of finding out more about Enzo, I joined several social media groups, and it's amazing how many people love ‘Enzo Robert’. They see him as a young idol and as a CEO coming out of the novel, which is even funnier than the fact that they write a love story that male Enzo Robert himself, I was impressed to learn that the girls in the group described him as the most handsome, cold and powerful god. I just found out in this group that my ex-husband Enzo Robert is the CEO of the Diz Group because they have pictures of him.

"Enzo, don't disturb my life again. As for your wedding with Camilla, I'll have a generous gift sent over." Enzo's mouth opened, his thoughts a tangled mess. This cold, noble woman before him was a complete stranger. "Aurora, who are you?" I stood up. "Aurora Valenti." "My father is the Godfather of Sicily. My family controls half the shipping lanes in the Mediterranean." I stated the facts calmly, watching as the color drained from Enzo's face. "This is getting boring. I have family business to attend to. You can see yourself out."

I want Amelia and my uncle Allison to be safe, far away from my father’s wrath. My father is bad news, he could harm her, and Allision would go nuts if anything bad was to happen to his wife or his unborn child. If he could he would tear the world apart for her. That’s what I admired most about their relationship. Seeing as to how he almost killed me, his own blood just because I threatened him that I would harm her, but that’s the thing my father isn’t just anybody. He is Enzo Bianchi the second most feared man in Italy, second to Leornado De Luca. If they both decided to have war against each other, it would cause another world war, with a lot of innocent people dead in the mix of it.

I simply step aside, my gaze fixed on one man in particular. “Hello, beautiful.” Enzo steps into my place, catching the girl around the waist and leading her away. Tomaso Greco sits with a glass of vintage scotch in one hand and a cigar in the other. He looks exactly like the man tailored to fit into the role of Don. Silver-haired, impeccably dressed and disturbingly calm. A man once my father’s right hand and best friend. When he sees me, he stands, spreading his arms wide and walks over.

He didn’t even realize he’d grabbed onto Luca and was slamming his head against the concrete. Roman straightens. Sighing he runs his fingers through his hair. He was getting blood in his hair. He needed to take a shower. “He’s still alive. Do you want me to take care of it?” Enzo asks. Enzo Moretti was Roman’s second cousin. He was Roman’s father’s cousins son. They grew up together. Being born hours apart, they grew up more like brothers than cousins. “Take care of him and make sure to take care of his body. The Feds are going to look for their mole...” Roman tells him.

Enzo's Padre, Davide Caro, had once worked for the Rossi family and died in a shootout at the docks, and his Madre, Viviana Tanzini, had long since passed away. Enzo was a kid who'd clawed his way up through blood and mud, yet he knew better than anyone how to sheathe his claws when he was around Isabella. If Isabella so much as glanced at a dress in a shop window, Enzo would go behind Noemi's back and run errands at the docks, the auto shops, and the underground boxing rings until he'd saved enough to buy it for her. If she paused for just a couple of seconds outside a restaurant, he would eat the cheapest bread for three months straight and use the money he saved to buy her an expensive ca

"Imagine when you find out..." "Find out what?" Henry became interested, and I saw that Enzo was trying to control himself but was dying to show off, so I nodded for him to go ahead. "That Luna and I are this cutie's godparents!" Enzo beamed. "Ah, kid..." Henry huffed. "He was smarter than all of us; he's been campaigning this whole time." "I wasn't, but I think it's amazing to be her godfather," Enzo was genuinely proud.