Page 2 of Enzo

“You’ve met someone,” Alessandro states.

“I meet people every day.”

“You’ve met a girl. Who is she?” Cassidy asks this time, her eyes lighting up with interest.

“I haven’t met anyone,” I tell them. My phone vibrates in my pocket and my little sister’s name pops up on my screen. “I gotta take this.” I walk down the hall. I shut myself in my bedroom and answer the call. “Aurora, what’s up?”

“Can’t a little sister call her big brother to say hello?” she asks me.

“They can, but you only call if you want something or you’re in trouble. So which is it?”

“Fine, but you can’t tell Mom and Dad.” She sighs.

I flop onto my bed with a groan before taking a swig of my beer. Whatever she’s about to tell me is going to fuck up the peaceful night I had planned. The one that involved me stalking the mysterious new girl who is suddenly piquing my interest.

“What’d you do, Aurora?” I ask, already regretting taking the call.

Ever since our older brother went and moved across to the other side of the world, it’s been up to me to keep our little sister in check. Which would be fine if she were a normal teenage girl. But no, my parents had to go and produce demon spawn. I actually wouldn’t be surprised if my sister was the actual spawn of Lucifer. But she is my sister, and despite her crazy ass, I love her more than life itself. Which is why I always answer her calls.

“First, it wasn’t my fault. Second, he deserved it,” she says.

At the mention of ahe, I’m up on my feet again. Leaving the beer on the dresser as I walk out. “Who?” I growl.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist, Enzo. I dealt with it. But it’s… ah… messy,” she says.

“What’d you do, Aurora? And who did you do it to?” I jog out of my apartment, barely taking time to notice that Alessandro and Cassidy have left.

“Some kid from school. He grabbed my ass in the hallway, and I reacted the way any self-respecting girl should act,” she says, doing her best to avoid answering my question.

“What did you do, Aurora?” I ask again.

“I sliced one of his fingers off,” she tells me. “After I broke his wrist, so he probably didn’t feel it as much as he should have.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at school, in the boys’ locker room,” she says.

“Where’s this guy?”

“He’s here, in one of the shower stalls, passed out.”

“Stay put. I’ll be right there.” I cut the call, start the engine, and peel out of my driveway. Times like this, I really fucking wish my brother Lorenzo was still around. “Call Dante,” I say loud enough for my car to recognize the command.

“Calling Dante Valentino,” comes through the speakers before the sound of a ringtone.

“It’s been like an hour, Enzo. I’m good, but not that good,” Dante answers.

“Where are you?”

“Home, working on finding your mystery girl,” he says.

“Meet me at your school,” I tell him.

“Why?”

“I’m heading there now. Aurora…”

“Ah, man, really? There was no one else you could call? If it involves your crazy-ass sister, it’s going to be messy and probably take all night to clean up,” Dante groans.

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