Page 31 of Enzo DeLuca

Chapter Seven

Enzo

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Finally, he was home.

“Why does it smell like smoke in here?” Enzo yelled when he stepped into his home.

Stefan moved to stand in front of him. “What happened here?” Stefan asked the guard in the foyer.

“There was a bit of trouble in the kitchen today, sir.”

“Is Eve okay?” Enzo asked, moving around Stefan.

Frowning, the guard nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Where is she?”

“In her room.”

“What was the trouble?” Enzo asked.

“Well, Eve...”

“You just said she was okay,” Enzo said.

“She is,” the guard rushed to say. “It’s just that, well, she almost destroyed the kitchen.”

“Destroyed the kitchen?” Enzo and Stefan yelled.

“Yes,” the guard responded.

“How did that happen?” Enzo asked as he strode toward the kitchen.

Following him, the guard explained the situation. “She wanted to cook her own food...”

“There should’ve already been food prepared for her,” Enzo interrupted him.

“There was, sir. But she didn’t want that food.”

Enzo stopped and stared back at the guard. “She didn’t have an option. She was to eat what she was given.”

“That’s the thing, sir. She was given the food. She was left in the kitchen alone to eat by herself.”

Enzo took a deep breath and released it slowly. “Why the hell was she left in the kitchen alone? Where was her guard?”

“I don’t know, sir. I wasn’t in that area of the house.”

Then why the hell am I talking to you? Enzo spun around and headed to the kitchen, resisting the urge to seek out Eve first. When he reached the kitchen, he took in the damage. One side of the room was scorched from the bottom of the cabinet to the ceiling. Enzo turned to the soldier who'd followed him to the kitchen.

"What was she trying to cook?"

"From what I've heard, she put the wrong material in the microwave," the guard informed him.

Enzo faced the scorched wall. Sure enough, the microwave was also scorched. Enzo moved closer to the microwave.

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