My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Chapter 0425

Nina

*Come on," Enzo said as he handed me my helmet. "We're going on another ride."

I raised my eyebrows as I took the helmet. "Where are we going?" I asked. Enzo didn't answer. He just got on the motorcycle, and then started it up once I got on behind him. We started driving back out onto the main road. A few minutes later, I realized where we were going.

We were going to Enzo's father's house. I felt a lump rise into my throat when I saw the square silhouette of the modern home rise in the distance; I hoped that Enzo wasn't planning on confronting Lewis that night with no backup.

But as we pulled up into the driveway, the house looked dark and empty. There were no cars in the driveway. Enzo parked the motorcycle and we climbed off and headed up to the door, which was cracked open and creaking in the breeze.

Quietly, Enzo pushed the door open and poked his head in. He looked around for a moment before throwing me a nod and then headed in.

A gasp caught in my throat as we walked in through the door. The house was dark and empty. Things were strewn about as though the place had been ransacked, and furniture was tipped over. I looked up at Enzo with wide eyes, but surprisingly he didn't seem fazed in the slightest.

that Lewis

most of the expensive things, such as art and electronics, were left alone. The whole place was ransacked, but the things that any typical robber would steal were still

but I could tell that he

sure," Enzo replied matter-of-factly. "My father may have had something hidden in here that Lewis wanted. Money, probably. Either way, it

and touched

word, he bent down and gently kissed my

I felt a bit uncomfortable being there alone when Lewis could have walked in at any moment, but I occupied myself with walking around and picking some things up. I picked up a few dining chairs and set them upright where they belonged, then stooped down to pick up a picture that had been thrown to the floor. When I picked it up, the glass was broken. The photograph inside the frame depicted Enzo's father, a woman who I had never seen before, and a little boy. As I looked at it, I realized that it was a family photo with Richard,

Surely Enzo would refuse to take it at that moment, but I knew that he would want it down the road. And someday, maybe we could come back here and clean the place up. Technically,

of this was said and done, we could live here together.

of Enzo's footsteps coming back down the stairs. I peeked around the comer to see that he seemed to be slipping something small into his pocket;

home," he

"I thought you came here to