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.

think that Lewis did this?" I asked

a few open drawers, nodding to himself thoughtfully as though he was taking account of what had been stolen. I looked around as well, but as I did, I noticed something; 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 there. Instead,

to show it, but I could tell that he was

hidden in here that Lewis wanted. Money, probably. Either way, it seems as though he found what

I frowned and touched Enzo's arm. "I'm

turned to face me in the darkness. Without a word, he bent down and gently kissed my forehead. "Wait here,"

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, Enzo's mother, and Enzo as a

we could come back here and clean the place up. Technically, the house belonged to Enzo now. I didn't know if he would want to keep it or

this was said and done, we could live here together. The thought made me smile, although I knew that it was just

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; assuming that it was just something sentimental, I

home," he

asked. "I thought you came