My Stepbrother Enzo Novels & Stories

My words had the undertone of a threat, insinuating what I would do to her if she were a man. But then, to my surprise, Enzo stepped forward, brushing me aside. He glared at Giulia. “My brother might be a gentleman,” Enzo said, his voice calm and steady. Then his face broke out into a wide grin. “But I’m not.” He raised his heavy hand and brought it down, connecting with Giulia’s face in one hard stinging slap.

“You really are crazy huh? Why would you do something likethat? Dorian isn’t someone you mess with okay?” I stood there staring quietly as he spoke. “The room right next to us is yours, if you want to live in this house then you have to listen well or you live to regret the consequences.” Regret? Consequences? Okay what could possibly be that bad for me to regret? My stepbrothers who act like they want to kill themselves must from the way they glare at each other or the fact that I fucked my stepbrother or the fact that my stepbrother is my mate? What?!

The smell of blunt and alcohol slipped into my nostrils. “My man!” Enzo yelled, and my head went up in the direction of his voice. He waved, beckoning me to climb the stairs. Flashing him a tight-lipped smile, I nodded, making my way to him. “What’s up!” He exclaimed, and we did a joyful handshake, one we used to do as teenagers. Enzo was a childhood friend, who had relocated to Canada with his parents after high school, then moved out to France alone to start a life, establishing casinos all over the world.

"He’s my step-brother, Sienna. We live in the same house. Of course I’m going to look at him." "Step-brother," she repeated, a sharp, mocking laugh escaping her lips. "Is that what you’re calling it? Because Marcus doesn't seem to think so. He spent half an hour on the phone with my father this morning talking about 'synergy' and 'brand protection.' He wants you on one track and Roman on another. And Roman? He’s very good at following tracks when it suits him."

"Only as bad as you want it to be. I support you, baby, but you knew this day was coming. I've protected you as long as I can." And he has, too. I inhale a deep swell of air and smile as widely as I can, hoping it doesn't look as much of a grimace as I think it does. "You smile at Rafael that way, and he's sure to run screaming for the hills." My brother Enzo is at the door, his navy-blue Brooks Brothers suit unbuttoned. He holds his arms out, and I walk over to him, hugging him tight. I pull away and tuck my arm into his when he offers. He smells of mint and Nico's powder.

"Jesus Christ, Enzo... we thought you died in the fire." Marco finally stepped into the light, his footsteps stopping abruptly. I looked over Enzo's shoulder and saw that Marco’s eyes were completely wide, his face entirely bloodless as he stared at the older man. Because Enzo wasn't just my father's right hand. He was Marco's older brother. "Enzo?" Marco's voice was barely audible, a faint, terrified whisper. Enzo looked up, offering a tired, broken smile through his graying beard. "Hey, little brother. Long time no see."

I didn’t want any part of that shit. My gaze landed on Enzo. He was shirtless, tattoos on full display, muscles tense like he’d been in the middle of something serious. A slow smirk curled on my lips. After the night I’d had, I wasn’t in the mood to play submissive. I wanted to take out my anger somewhere and look who decided to be the perfect bait? My shirtless stepbrother. Without a second thought, I marched straight toward him, ignoring the others. I grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked him up hard. Enzo stumbled to his feet, caught off guard. Loud gasps filled the room behind us.

Then he turned, like he was going to walk away. “Rosa,” I said, keeping my voice casual. “Who is that? The man talking to Mr. Santini?” Rosa followed my gaze. Her expression didn’t change, but I saw something flicker in her eyes. “That is Nico Santini, signorina.” “Santini?” I looked at her sharply. “As in…” “Mr. Enzo’s younger brother, Signorina.” Brother. Enzo had a brother. I’d been here for three weeks and I was just now finding out he had a brother?

Yeah, hopefully, that is all I do to him, I muse before giving him a quick hug scurrying back down the stairs. "Zayne just arrived, get him to help you," he shouts after me. Zayne is my new stepbrother, who I hope is super ugly. I haven't met him in the last three months because he was spending the semester in Europe– the lifestyle of the rich, I scoff. I had been poor before, and while we're now comfortable since Mom's dental practice had been doing well, Charles was clearly Bill Gates rich, well, maybe not as rich but quite close.

She spat, taking another chocolate from the pack. "Lorenzo Romanov. Come see what your little witchy sister is up to." "Can you two stop bickering for one day and just shut the fuck you?" Enzo emerged from the stairs, as he came down in one of his black tuxedo suit. Sometimes I forget how handsome my brother truly is. "What are you looking at?" He snapped his fingers at me and I rolled my eyes. "Just admiring my brother and God's creation. Too bad you don't know much about God."