Novel & Cerita Hello Neighbor Enzo

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.

Several bodyguards stood in formation nearby. “Were they sent to pick us up?” I asked. “Yes,” he answered. That’s when I noticed someone standing at the front—an incredibly handsome man watching me with a strange, emotional look on his face. We walked down the stairs, and the man never took his eyes off me. “Ahem…” Asher cleared his throat. “Uhmm… Wife, this is my friend… ehem… He’s Enzo.” The man stepped forward and offered his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Lorenzo, but you can call me Brother Enzo. He’s my sworn brother.”

They knew what the other one was. Sarah elbows Zack on the ribs. Zack grunts in pain and shoots a glare at her. Sarah smiles at them. "I apologize for his rude behavior. I'm Sarah. The rude one is Zack. The little girl is Lori but she prefers to be called Ana. To her right is her cousin Valerie." Everyone smiles except for Zack. Christina pulls Xavier back and smiles back at Sarah. "This is Xavier. I'm Christina, his mate. This is Riley and his mate Linda."

"Breakfast’ll be ready in a minute...just toast and jam, and some instant coffee once the kettle boils. The neighbor called earlier; the power company says we should have electricity back soon." Rowan pushed off the doorframe and moved to help her set plates on the small table with a casual grace. I stayed rooted near the couch, trying to will my face back to something resembling a normal color and failing miserably. Rachel’s mother turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment. I could have sworn the corner of her mouth twitched like even she knew exactly what kind of "warm" we’d been keeping each other last night. Oh shit, for a moment I thanked god she was mute.

He was looking at me with sincerity, his damp hair making him seem like a deer caught in the rain. It was hard to believe that the man sitting in front of me was the famous voice actor, Brook Sierra. "There's really no need. Why clarify something that never happened? Nevertheless, I'd like to apologize; if it wasn't for me, your identity would never have gotten out." "That's quite alright. For you, I really don't mind." Huh?! What was that supposed to mean? Maybe I'd heard him wrong ... "Jennie, my name's Clint. I believe your stepdad mentioned me."

“Hector” I needed allies, but I didn't know who to turn to. However, when I saw Enzo there, chatting with Melissa, I had an idea. I would spoil my nephew and convince him to help me. That was the plan. And since he was a big talker, he would tell me everything he knew, and apparently, he knew a lot. "Enzo, will you have lunch with me?" I asked my nephew, who smiled. "Of course I will," Enzo replied.

"Is she an ex I should worry about?" That brought a smile to his face. "No, she's a friend I met and helped my family at a certain point, her name is Cleo, so feel free to open up to her.” And that's how it happened, five minutes after he came down, the doorbell rang. She smiled at me and asked. "Where's Enzo?" "He went to get food, he's coming soon." "Are you the girl who needs the check-up?" I nodded unashamedly and we went to the room.

I waved off. Another knock and a head popped out of the open door. "I figured you'd be here. Hey Katty." The dark-skinned whose name was Enzo called with a smile. "Hey." I waved. "I'm the new neighbor." I mimicked Blondie's words. "Housemate." He corrected.

she whispers, her voice trembling as she strokes his hair. “Mama!” Enzo giggles, wrapping his tiny arms around her neck. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, baby,” she murmurs, holding him tighter. "But why you awake this late at night?" "I couldn't sleep in the noise!" Lorenzo kneels beside them, his hand on Enzo’s small shoulder. “Nothing much happened. We were just_ worried, that’s all,” he says, his voice thick with relief. His eyes meet Nyx’s, and for a moment, they share a silent understanding, both overwhelmed by the close call.

Act like I couldn't hear anything. Everything would stay the same. We're just good friends. And I wasn't that desperate. Yet. ◇ "Bellezza. You good?" I stopped texting and looked up from my phone. Enzo stood close to me now. Close enough that his minty vanilla-smelling perfume reminded me I needed a good, long shower to scrub the whole day's grimes off of me. He finally noticed I'd gone quiet. Finally he's done with that suspiciously lengthy phone call with his ex.