Hello Neighbor Enzo Novels & Stories

After he pointed the gun and held Camilla McKingsley — Jeanne's friend — hostage, he left for business. Enzo: What did I miss? I'm annoyed. These guys don't usually talk much but when something happens to me, they blast their mouths off. Fuck you, Giulio. You're dead. Giulio: Big bro wants me to stalk and spy on his new husband!! Tadaa! Lol Sus af. Why is he saying tadaa? Gen-Zs. I don't understand what's going on in their heads so I usually keep out of their way.

It definitely had to be from somewhere or something important, after all, he's been ignoring a few calls since made that post. "You did well," a voice on the other end said. "But don't bother with any investigation. You'll definitely be watched by some sort of enemies from now on or whoever is probably against your girlfriend. Also, for now, we won't be meeting." Edward's mind was in a bit of confusion as he tried to make sense of the cryptic message. "Enemies"? "Yes." Edward breathed out a sigh with some many things on his mind. This stranger he had met yesterday that refused to even mention his name seems to be so weird and strange and Edward could not help wondering what the reason for th

He said so coldly, Nolan felt a chill run down his spine. He finally get to recognize him. Enzo, the famous president Dominic's assistant. "Ah, I was.. was just talking with her. I mean no harm" Nolan said awkwardly. "Do you think I'm stupid?" Enzo asked coldly and Nolan swallowed. "Have you ever seen a dog without a leg before?" He asked. Nolan turn confused wondering why he had asked such a question. "You know how pitiful that scene would be.. that's exactly what I'm going to make you look like if I see you around her. I'm I clear?" Enzo asked.

“It's right at home. Your brother came with a new one the other day and I could not refuse him. It's a good thing, isn't it? He's going to be very mad when he realizes I am his enemy - all this time. Do you want to imagine the look?” “I'd like to be there to see it. And I will.” We talked some more - about other things. And when the day was almost ending - I noticed some men walking out of a corner. No one needed to tell me; I knew already they were members of the construction site Enzo will partner with - for the building renovation. It wasn't long before they were gone. “Do I take you home?” Enzo asked, interrupting my thoughts. “Can you drive home?”

Many walk by us, and it won’t take long before some of those I went to school with notice us. “Rose, we heard you had gone to travel. Didn’t you find what you looked for?” One of them asks. And the others giggle sarcastically. “Hello, Tammie, yes I did,” I answer. “And who is this handsome stranger?” She asks flirting. But before I can answer, Enzo does. “Hello, I am Enzo. Rose’s Mate.” He says, and her eyes go big. “You found your second chance, mate?” She asked, surprised.

Alexandra POV “Where the hell are you, guys?” Enzo spoke into his phone. I came into the living room wearing his shirt. “Do you know what time it is?” Enzo asked. “What’s going on?” I asked. Enzo pulled me onto his lap while he continued to have a conversation. “Where does the trail lead?” Enzo asked. “Fine, split up, and I’ll meet Nash and Blaze at the abandoned house.” He hung up and tossed his phone aside. He rubbed my thigh and smiled.

Enzo's voice cut through the chaos in my head. My thumb moved, pressing on the last recording. I heard a noise like a door closing up "Enzo!" I heard a voice boom out from the phone. I swallowed hard trying to make out the voice and just as he said the next word, I recognized him immediately. "Enzo can you hear me?" I didn't need one to tell me it was Leo's voice. "I can," Enzo's voice boomed out from the phone. My eyes shifted to him. He had this look on his face like he already knew this was the end of him. And it is.

Perfect bait. Downstairs, Enzo paced the foyer, phone pressed to his ear, barking Italian so fast it sounded like gunfire. “Se non risolvi questo entro stasera, ti tagilo le palle e le appendo al cancello, chiaro?” He spotted me mid-sentence. The tirade died. His gaze raked over me—slow, deliberate, possessive. Anger drained from his face, replaced by raw hunger. The corner of his mouth lifted.

“Luca sent me. Said he wouldn’t be coming home tonight. Told me to… spend the night with you. Make sure you’re safe.” I laughed bitterly. “He’s at Sinful Adventure, right?” Enzo hesitated. “Y…yes.” The stammer was so unlike him. Enzo didn’t stammer. Ever. He is clearly uncomfortable. Or maybe painfully hard. Hard to tell with the dark trousers. well his cousin fiancee being Practically naked isn't a comfortable sight. “You’re always less busy for an NBA star," I said. “Didn’t know NBA players play during 2am," he said, like I just said the dumbest thing.

One of many we kept hidden for emergencies. “There’s a man in Zurich. Goes by Vento. Used to move product for us back in the old days. Quiet now. Legit. But he keeps his ear to the ground.” I took the phone. “You trust him?” “No,” Enzo said. “But he owes me a favor. And his memory’s sharp.” I didn’t ask what Enzo had done for that kind of debt. I didn’t want to know. I dialed the number. Three rings. Then a voice.