My Stepbrother Enzo Novels & Stories

She nodded and stepped back. The young man looked a bit messy. He had warm brown eyes and was holding two cups of coffee. "Hi," he said, smiling a little. "I am the second brother. My name is Enzo Marchetti." "I know who you are," I said, looking at him. "You look very similar to your elder brother." He smiled even wider. "Don't worry, I know you did a background check on me and my brother. So, it is no surprise you recognize me."

‎ ‎Lila screamed, “What do you mean you love my stepbrother?!” ‎ ‎Ren looked up at me with those wide blue eyes full of desperation and said the words that sealed everything: ‎“Marry me.” ‎ ‎I smiled down at him, sliding one arm around his waist possessively. ‎“Gladly.”

Him and Noah became friends in middle school, and after Enzo’s parents started traveling constantly for work, he just… stayed. Family dinners. Movie nights. Holiday mornings. Enzo was always there. He’s basically another older brother. A very annoying older brother. My eyes drift over the tattoos lining his arm before I can stop them. “Enjoying the view?” I nearly jump. His lips twitch without him even looking away from the TV. Heat crawls up my neck instantly. I roll my eyes, tossing my bag onto the armchair. “You wish.” That finally gets his attention. Enzo turns his head slowly, dark eyes dragging over me with lazy amusement.

She raised one eyebrow, waiting. I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling awkward. “Enzo is my stepbrother. My mom married his dad a few weeks ago. It all happened really fast. One night I met this guy at a club, we… hooked up, and the next morning I found out he was going to be my new stepbrother. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. It felt too messy.” Charlotte’s eyes widened slightly, but she stayed quiet, letting me continue.

"You're the famous Bianca Barley? Man, Enzo didn't do you justice. He talks about you like you're some kind of terrifying, cold-blooded corporate assassin, but you're actually stunning." "Matteo." Enzo's voice was low, carrying a clear warning. Matteo Davenport threw up his hands and laughed. "Alright, alright. Relax. There is no need for the death stare." He turned to Bianca and flashed her a grin. "Hi, I'm Matteo. Enzo's younger, better-looking, and much more fun brother." Enzo didn't look impressed. "We're stuck with each other for life, even if he acts like he wants to launch me into the sun every day."

Vaughn demanded, and Enzo smiled before walking towards the desk. “It’s there,” he pointed to the note on the desk, and I frowned. He had the password written down on the desk? What’s the point of even putting it? Vaughn quickly typed in the password and was busy looking at the screen. “I have been asking him to bring you over,” Enzo said. “Name’s Enzo,” he extended his hand to me. “His mother is my aunt.” “Orana,” I said, taking his hand. “I know. Everyone in the family knows you,” he beamed with a smile, and I swallowed hard, not sure what to say.

I get back in his face. "No Zander I'm not. I'm sorry you don't want to grow up and treat women with any respect but I'm fine with that. Allie is my girlfriend and Kat is going to be my step sister. I'm not ashamed so if you think you can hide the news your wrong. I won't make her feel unwelcome here." Zane stormed out of my room and slammed the door. I'm sure he was going to tell Dad all about it. I mean yeah Kat looked hot last night. Not at all how she normally dresses at school and man Portia was mad as hell that she has new competition. Maybe with a little help I could change Kat into someone I didn't have to be embarrassed of.

"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.

Fuck where did that come from? "Don, no need to feel jealous of Donna Costa and me. I see her as my little sister and want to protect her, that is all," Enzo says with a smile. Enzo knows me. Mario and I grew up together on the streets of New York with drunken fathers, who were small-time criminals that worked for the Italian Mafia. On the other hand, Enzo was more fortunate than us as his father was always an accountant working for the Mafia. I glare at him, and I know he knows my secret. He and Mario are like my brothers. When we are alone, we tease and play around. He knows I hate Bria and that I only want revenge.

She wasn't happy when I brought Anita up, and I wasn't in the mood to listen to her whining, so I didn't tell her what I was really thinking. I missed Anita, though, a whole lot, but I also knew that she was right. Our parents were about to be married, so we would legally be step-siblings. Even if we didn't have blood between us, people would talk if they knew we were together, and it might hurt our parents too, now that they were about to get married. "Evan!" I groaned. "I got you, just be quiet, it's distract-ing." "You're already distracted," she scoffed. "Drive already." I kept my mouth shut and drove us to the wedding venue.