Content Warning: This chapter has a minor mention of violence. Nothing graphic, nothing detailed, but better safe than sorry.

“Come on in,” Regina said, stepping to the side to allow him to pass. At her prodding, he handed over his jacket and had a look around.

It was bizarre for him to see this place now, considering how he had met her eight years ago. He had always known about the cabin, always knew that whoever lived there was a bit of a recluse who only came into town for necessities and to empty the local library of books. It wasn’t a coincidence that they had picked the car outside this house, though he cringed a little at his youthful lack of respect and desire to poke at those who didn’t fit in.

“We found Leoni yesterday,” Gina said, drawing him out of his thoughts, “and Lotta’s bringing him from Monte Vista. Want a glass of wine until then?”

Enzo stumbled on his resolve. Before she had invited him over for the chat with Leoni, he had promised himself to remain civil, but nothing more. It wouldn’t do to start mooning over her again—his sister would murder him—but it was hard.

She looked lovely, which somehow always managed to take him aback. Her preferences for dressing in clothes that exposed a certain amount of skin was something he knew well by now, but it still drew his attention. All resolve abandoned him when she smiled without reserve, without censure, so he said yes. He would like a glass of wine.

Gina hung his jacket on a hook, then waltzed off to the kitchen to pour.

“I hope you like white,” she said. “And don’t worry, it’s a very fancy wine.”

“White’s fine,” he said.

She brought him a glass, matted by condensation and filled with golden wine. When she handed it over, her fingers brushed his, and he focused on the glass to keep her from noticing his blush.

“It’s a very interesting glass, I’ll give you that,” Gina said, and he looked up to see her smirking at him with a glint in her dark eyes. It was, he thought, dangerously close to flirting.

“I’m making sure you’re not joking,” he said. “About the wine being fancy, that is. Rich people are allergic to cheap wine.”

He was rewarded with her lips curling into a smile.

“Don’t worry, rich boy. I’m not trying to poison you with an inferior product. I wouldn’t drink bad wine myself.”

She made a gesture for him to sit, and he took a seat in the nearest armchair. The way he sat was stiff and uncomfortable, even to himself, though she didn’t say anything. She took a drink of her wine and, mercifully, started talking business.

“You remember that Lotta talked to the Napoletanis and got the name of their merchant, right?” Gina began and at his nod she continued: “Well, the name of their merchant was one of Leoni’s aliases. It makes me think he’s the only one who’s been selling the painting and that means he must have stolen it back. All we need to do is persuade him to hand it over.”

Enzo nodded.

“Thank you for letting me be here,” he said.

He wasn’t entirely surprised that she had allowed it, since she had softened considerably, but at the same time he feared she would rather that he left.

“No problem. It might be a good idea. If he’s lying about something to do with you rich folks, you’ll know.”

“And if that fails, you can threaten to shoot him.”

“Yeah, we’re quite the team.”

His heart sped up a little at her words, even though it was only a joke. At least he assumed it was. She may have softened—indeed, he was sure he had caught her checking him out when she thought he didn’t notice—but they weren’t a team. Not really. Even so, every little hint that she didn’t entirely loathe him made him excited. And relieved, as it alleviated the guilt he had felt for years.

“I think that’s Lotta,” Gina said suddenly, tilting her head in the direction of a car door that slammed outside. “Ready, rich boy?”

He smiled. “Ready, rich girl.”

Even though the look she shot him was withering, there was humour underneath it. Her eyes stayed fixed on his for a moment, one long moment where the blood rushed through his veins. He had felt this before, a kick of excitement when she looked at him. It was best not to dwell on it, and to his luck, in that very moment, Carlotta threw the door open and marched in Leoni.

“Can’t you people just leave me the hell alone?” asked Leoni, trying and failing to pull away from Carlotta.

He was in handcuffs and Lotta had a firm grasp of his upper arm. Leoni groaned when he saw Gina and Enzo who was ready to receive him.

“You two again. I’ve told you everything I know.”

Gina shook her head. “No, you haven’t. Sit down.”

He didn’t do as told and after a while of him staring at her angrily, she pulled out a chair and pushed him into it. Leoni didn’t even blink.

“I told you everything I know,” he repeated insistently.

“Funny, because if you told us everything, why is it you’ve been laying so low lately?”

He snorted. “You had me followed for a week, that’s why.”

“The disguise is stunning,” Enzo said, nodding at Leoni’s glasses, which didn’t exactly hide anything.

“My thoughts exactly,” Carlo’s voice said from the staircase. He had mentioned that he might want to be there, and now he strolled over to press a kiss to Gina’s hair and greet everyone else.

Gina noticed that both Enzo and Leoni looked a little startled at her dad’s appearance. She knew it was normal for people to be intimidated around her father and she could only hope that one day, her own reputation would precede her in a similar manner. Striking fear into the hearts of man—she could hardly imagine a better legacy.

Leoni recovered quicker than Enzo and pouted. “Well, it was either this or a fake moustache and nose. Didn’t think that would be very low-key.”

Her dad snorted. Now that he had made his entrance, he gave her shoulder an encouraging squeeze and drew back to let her work. She smiled and turned to Leoni.

“Selling the same goddamn painting repeatedly isn’t very low-key,” she said.

“Wasn’t me.”

“Really, because as far as we know, you did. That’s what the Napoletanis told us.”

He shrugged. “They’re lying.”

“They had no reason to lie,” Lotta said.

“Rich people don’t need a reason to lie. They just kind of do. Blue-eyes here—”

Gina snapped: “Shut up. We’re not talking about my client. We’re talking about you and your lying ass. The Napoletanis weren’t lying. You are.”

Over her shoulder, she noticed her dad sending her a subtle warning glance, but she still drew her gun and pointed at Leoni. She was tired of this case, tired of the thief, and tired of getting nowhere fast. She should keep her temper in check, but he didn’t make it easy.

Leoni leaned back in his seat, caring little for the gun pointed at him. “I still don’t know anything.”

Gina aimed her gun at his head and opened her mouth, but then she stopped when Enzo’s hand tapped her arm.

“Regina, can I have a word?”

She felt a stab of annoyance at being interrupted. Without waiting for an answer, Enzo waved for her to follow him up the stairs. The upstairs was open to below, so you could still hear the rush of the water installations and Leoni’s foot that tapped on the floor. Enzo turned to her and lowered his voice so they couldn’t be heard downstairs.

“I think I know how to make him talk.”

Gina groaned. “I do too, rich boy. It’s called a gun.”

But Enzo shook his head and said: “It’s not working and it didn’t work the last time. I have a different idea. Remember what I told you about rich people?”

“That thing about scandals being worse than shooting themselves in the foot?” He nodded and she sighed. “Leoni isn’t rich.”

“No, but his clients are. Does he have a phone on him?”

“Where is this going?”

Enzo looked at her, much like he had at the party, with that steady gaze that told her to trust him. And damn it, but she almost did. At her nod, he outlined his thoughts and when he was done, she couldn’t help but look at him admiringly. She briefly wondered if he had done something with his hair since the last time they met, because his face looked suddenly more striking, if that was even possible.

“That’s… evil,” she said.

Enzo smiled brilliantly. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It is. Lotta,” Gina said, spinning and marching down the stairs to stand in front of Leoni. “Grab his phone. See if you can unlock it.”

Her friend raised an eyebrow, but did as she was told. Leoni shouted at her to stop, but outnumbered and cuffed as he was, he didn’t have much choice besides observing the blonde as she grabbed his thumb and used it to unlock the phone. She held up the device triumphantly and said:

“What’s next?”

“I want you to write a message. Enzo…”

Enzo cleared his throat and dictated to Carlotta.

“Write this: I know what you’ve done…” Lotta’s fingers moved quickly on the screen. “Pay up, or I’ll spread the word around. Leoni.”

The art thief’s eyes grew big. “What?”

Gina let Enzo and Lotta work and went to stand next to her dad. She watched the rich boy interact with her friend, casually pointing out contacts on the phone and telling her who to send it to. At one point, Enzo noticed her gaze on him and sent her a heart-stopping smile that made his electric eyes light up. It made her want to do scandalous things to the man.

“Smart move,” her dad murmured, looking impressed.

“I can’t take credit. It was Enzo’s idea.”

“I know. I meant it was a smart move to listen to him. Am I to take it that your opinion of him has improved?”

She shrugged in a way she hoped was casual, though all the same her eyes were glued to Enzo, to his fortunate body-shape and to the gorgeous smile that annoyed her so much. Then she nodded reluctantly.

“He’s okay.”

“That is an improvement,” her dad said, “considering you were ready to murder him less than a month ago. What happened?”

“Just stuff.”

Carlo chuckled and patted her on the back. “Good stuff, I assume.”

“I guess.”

The truth was, she wasn’t sure herself. His apology had helped, surely, as had his stopping her from ruining her reputation. There was also the fact that he wasn’t as arrogant as she had assumed, at least not when he relaxed and let his façade come down. He didn’t enjoy the confines of his social class, best as she could tell, and a few times now he had been poking fun of himself and his circles. His company, when he wasn’t guarded or around other rich people, was pleasant.

She listened to him, chuckling and pointing out contacts in Leoni’s phone with glee. It wasn’t like she was going to seek out his company, of course, but it made the job easier to at least not hate him.

“Ms. Antonini is a must,” she heard him say. “I’m sure she has skeletons in her closet, and she’s known to talk to other collectors. Oh, and send it to Mr. Conti as well. He’s having an affair with his secretary. That reminds me—”

“You can’t send that,” Leoni said springing to his feet with wild eyes. “I’ll never have another client.”

“Wouldn’t it be better for business to speak up then?” Gina asked.

“You fucking—you goddamned—” more curses followed, too low for her to grasp the precise wording, though the context was perfectly clear.

“Oooh, he has a few criminal contacts as well,” Lotta said. She held up the phone to Carlo, who came to peek over her shoulder. “Hey, Carl, isn’t this that hitman who likes to tear peoples’ eyelids off? Should I send him the message, too?”

Carlo smiled and said: “Certainly, Carlotta. And isn’t that Martino Martelli?”

“Oh, yeah, the leader of the Martellis. Think I should send it to him, too?”

“Send it along to everyone who’s got something to hide,” Gina said. “It’ll be great.”

“Okay, fine, fine, you fucking bitch. I get it. I’ll tell you about the fucking painting. Just…” Leoni was hyperventilating. “Just give me that back.”

“Just give me that back, please,” Gina corrected.

“Fuck. You.”

“Send a text, Lotta.”


“Okay, fine! Give me that back. Don’t fucking send that. Don’t.”

Gina stopped smiling and pointed at the chair.

“Sit down and talk about that painting till you’re hoarse, Leoni. I’m keeping your phone and if I find out you so much as left out a single detail, I’m going to blow up your fucking business.”

Leoni sank into the chair, spewing venom under his breath for a full minute before he would—or maybe rather could—talk.

“I don’t have the painting,” he said.

“Already sold it off again?” Gina asked.

He shook his head. “Nope, not yet. It was never me who stole it. It’s a friend of mine who gave it to me so I could sell it for him.”

“That’s nice of him. Why?”

“He got a hold of the painting, but he couldn’t sell it himself. All the rich folks know him because he’s a stone mason and he’s worked on a lot of their houses. The only thing he needed me for was selling the painting.”

“But who stole it?” Lotta asked.

“I don’t know,” Leoni said, but when Lotta hovered her finger over his phone’s screen menacingly, he relented: “He did it himself. I don’t know how he pulled that shit—he got into some really hard to get to places without getting seen.”

“So, where’s the painting?”

“If none of the rich folks have it right now, my buddy has it.”

“And this is where you give me a name. Unless you want Lotta to wreak havoc in your contact list.”

Lotta smiled and mimicked tapping on his phone.

“His name’s Bastien… something. And before you complain, it’s because he’s got some weird French name. I can’t even fucking pronounce it.”

A French mason… why does that seem so familiar?

Gina cocked her head, but couldn’t put the pieces together. Eventually she had to give up on finding the connection, though a little ways away, she could see Enzo’s face grow pale.

“We should be able to find him,” she said. “There can’t be that many French masons around.”

“I can help,” Leoni said. “Give me my phone back, set me free, and I’ll wait for him to call me.”

Gina shared a look with both Lotta, her dad, and Enzo, then she laughed at Leoni.

“There’s no way in hell I’m setting you free before I have that painting. I think I’d rather keep you around. I’m sure Lotta will find you a place to stay until your friend calls you. Maybe she’ll even keep you company.”

Lotta smiled and said: “It would be a pleasure.”

She slipped Leoni’s phone into her pocket and made a gallant gesture. The thief stood up with a tired groan.

“You can’t just trust me?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten to where I am if I did trust people like you,” Gina said.

He  made what appeared to be more creative curses under his breath.

After a few minutes more of poking at the thief, Lotta left with Leoni and Carlo went back upstairs, leaving Gina alone with Enzo. He looked lost in thought, still pale from whatever the talk had stirred in his mind. He only came back to the real world when she reached out and gently touched his arm.

“You look a little worn. Want to get some fresh air?”

He nodded and followed her outside. She matched his thoughtful silence, because something told her he needed it. Finally, though, he looked at her and said:

“A French mason. That… sounds familiar.”

Gina cocked her head. “He worked for your family?”


There was more to it than that, she sensed. She expected that his wealthy upbringing would shine through and keep him from expounding on it, but to her surprise, he looked up and said:

“He and my mother got rather close before she left.”

Just like that, the pieces fell into place in her head.

“Your mother…” Gina said. “I was told she left your dad for a plumber or—”

“It was a stone mason,” Enzo said. “I mentioned that my mother is French. Well, I imagine they bonded over their shared heritage and sometime after, she took my brother and left us all. She never even said goodbye to me or Lia.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s been years. I’m over it.”

He was so over it, apparently, that talking about it made his entire body tense up and his hands contract into pale spiders that clutched at his own flesh. But she couldn’t bring herself to challenge him. Instead she made her voice low and calm, suggesting carefully:

“If we’re seeing this mason, she might be there. If you want to talk to her I can arrange—”

No,” he said sternly. Then he must have realised how strongly his reaction came out and he said, in a softer tone: “No, thank you, Regina, but I don’t want to see her again. If you would only get the painting, I’d be eternally grateful.”

“Of course.”

Enzo’s arms twitched, and she suspected he was about to hug her again, but he held back and said:

“I had better get home before my absence is noticed.”

The shields he had once again put up were almost tangible. The way he spun and stalked away put her in mind of eight years ago so strongly that her temper flared and she asked angrily:

“Why did you dump me back then?”

He twirled and stared. “What?”

“Why? You said you’re sorry, but never what happened.”

“Later,” he said, and his countenance softened somewhat. “You deserve to know, but right now, I can’t.”

Gina crossed her arms in an attempt to hold herself together. She didn’t smile, didn’t say goodbye. Then he walked away, leaving her standing by the red car he had tried to steal eight years ago. She felt cold.

Author’s note: Hi guys. So! I’m finally back 🙂 It’s been really nice to have a “little” break, though I can also say that I’m definitely happy to be back. Still a little tired, still struggling a little with how to put the story together and get to where I want to be and… writing is hard, you guys! I’d also like to extend a formal apology for the length and wordiness of this chapter. I don’t know what happened – I couldn’t limit myself, I guess, and the pictures are a little sparse. I’m also afraid that quality wise it’s a little funky. Eh, but enough of all that negativity – I think winter depression is starting to hit because Scandinavia is a dark pit of despair already 😀 (I’m taking vitamins, though – no worries).

Anywho, at least the painting plot is resolved soon so we can get on with other stuff 🙂 Just wanted to say that in my break I’ve updated the character page for gen 2. Honestly, it’s embarrassing how long I’ve neglected to add some of the characters introduced later (like Leoni, for example). I’ve also updated the descriptions for some of the others. I’ve pretty much given up on updating as I go – it’ll happen in batches.

Other than that, there’s not much for me to say. Despite my misgivings about the chapter, it IS great to be back, and I can’t wait to get to explore more of the story with you guys. For now, though, I hope you enjoyed reading. I’ll see you in the next post!



audreyfld · October 20, 2018 at 3:10 pm

Aww… you are waaay too hard on yourself. I loved this chapter. It showed Enzo opening up more and we got to see Carlo… And it’s starting to resolve some plot points. It definitely moved things forward and was a fun read. It’s like kiss already you two! Lol…. Even her father knew that her feelings had shifted. The subtle flirting in the beginning was so well done. 🙂

    NotJustaBook · October 20, 2018 at 4:45 pm

    Thank you, Audrey <3 I'm glad you liked it. I'm pretty happy to have some more of Carlo myself - he'll be there in the next chapter as well!
    It feels great to finally be getting somewhere - it's about time this painting plot gets resolved, if I say so myself! 😛
    He, he, when boyfriend beta-read, I added a comment saying: "Jeez, get a room you two." XD So yup - just freaking kiss, you guys.
    Thanks so much for your kind words <3

Stephanie · October 20, 2018 at 3:34 pm

The plot thickens… dun dun dun…

I was reading the bit about his mom and brother and all I could think of was his brother thinking they had been kicked out and only Enzo and Lia were deemed “worthy” to remain… And now he’s doing this painting stunt as a way to seek revenge on all the “rich bitch” people he’s learnt to have a hatred for… His siblings especially…

And if that is the case… we’ll just pretend I never said anything and I’ll be suitably shocked, amazed and appalled when the reveal happens.

And if it isn’t the case… hmm… might make a good plot for a different Gen 😉

    NotJustaBook · October 20, 2018 at 4:49 pm

    He, he 😀
    Oh man, I love your theory here – whether that’s the case, you’ll have to wait and see! It won’t be long before the painting is finally found! 🙂
    Thanks for reading and commenting! 🙂

Jowita · October 20, 2018 at 3:36 pm

I loved this chapter, too!
Engina is getting closer and closer, I can feel it, which is great. He told her more about himself and there’s more left unsaid, but he promised to tell her, so I will be waiting (im)patiently to get there!
Loved that you wrote about how Doriano got a beating from Gina when they broke up. I wonder how many exes she has. 😛

    NotJustaBook · October 20, 2018 at 4:52 pm

    As I mentioned to Audrey above – boyfriend wrote ‘Jeez, get a room you two’ in one of his comments for this chapter 😛 You’re right it’s getting closer…
    I’m really excited to share some revelations in the chapters to come 😀
    Oh yeah – Doriano got beat pretty bad, though quite deservedly. We’ll learn more about it later. Ahahah, well, I’ve mentioned four of Gina’s exes: Enzo, Doriano, Rico, and Manuel. She’s had a fair few more than that, though they’re the only ones I’ve named 😛 I feel like there’s at least a handful more! She’s not good at relationships.
    Thanks so much for your kind words and for reading, Jowita <3 :)

sempreviva · October 21, 2018 at 1:32 pm

It’s so nice to see you back!! 😀 <3
The way Gina decided to handle Leoni was brilliant – props to Enzo for coming with that plan (and you of course, hehe)! But I gotta say, Carlotta executed it like a boss! I adore that girl! 😍
So the painting was stolen from a french mason who happens to be Enzo's mother's lover? What an unfortunate development… makes one wonder if mom is in on this, or if that guy isn't as much in love as he pretends to be..!
Carlo!! <3 <3 He seems to take over the room whenever he makes an appearace (which is so not surprising)!
The chemistry between those two is great <3 Both when they're – not so – subtly flirting, but durkng that more emotional last scene too. Seems like rich boy has more depth into him (again, not surprised 😉); I'm so looking forward to seeing how things shall progress from now on!
As always, I loooved this chapter! And again, so great to have your story back! 😀 <3

    NotJustaBook · October 21, 2018 at 5:19 pm

    It’s good to be back 😀 I really missed posting.
    I liked giving Enzo a moment of competence 😀 he really nailed it with the plan – and of course, I can imagine Lotta having so much fun sending texts to different people >:D
    Won’t be long until we find out – but so far I really like all the different theories being thrown around. It’s so fun to hear what everyone thinks is going on!
    Yeees, there’ll be more Carlo in the next one. I missed having him in the chapters 🙂
    I’m so glad you like Gina and Enzo’s chemistry – I think it’s shining through more and more, now that Gina isn’t constantly insulting him 😛 I can’t wait to share the things to come. They’re a lot of fun to write <3
    Thank you soooo much <3 Both for reading and commenting!

twinsimskeletons · October 21, 2018 at 3:17 pm

Don’t complain about word count or anything! I’ve been writing a plotline of generation three and some scenes are like 2K… waaaay too long, but it’s all gold so I can’t cut it! Yikes. Though I’m sure no one will complain, just like no one will complain about lovely long chapters from you!
I looovve that this is coming back around to link to Enzo’s mum. I am waiting for some really good emotional pay offs! I think there are so many ways this could go and I’m very excited to see how you wrap it up. So long as Gina and Enzo have a good reason to continue seeing each other, of course… >:P
I liked seeing Carlo here btw! He has such a presence to him even when he hangs back. I love that he respects Gina and how she works, for the most part, haha.

    NotJustaBook · October 21, 2018 at 5:26 pm

    So far it doesn’t seem like people mind too much, though I have no clue where this wordiness of mine suddenly comes from. Gen 2 is already quite a bit longer than the entirety of gen 1, and I’m maybe… a little less than halfway through with it? 😛 But I definitely won’t complain about your chapters being long! 🙂
    I’m glad you liked it 😀 Always wanted to include her, and the more I thought about her character, the more I liked it. I hope it’ll be a good pay-off once she finally appears. I like her a lot! 🙂
    I’d missed having Carlo in my chapters, so it was great to include him a bit 🙂 I like writing the dynamic between him and Gina. He mostly hangs back and let’s her do her thing, even if he’s a little wary of her temper at times 😛
    Thanks so much for reading and commenting, Carys <3 (Btw, I haven't entirely forgiven you for your cliffhanger just yet! :P)

Kymber · October 29, 2018 at 1:30 pm

I’m so glad you’re back and this chapter is fabulous! I wanted to tell you that the reason I’m so late is because I wanted to make sure I had plenty of time to lose myself in your story and pictures. Enzo’s plan was brilliant and it was nice seeing Gina actually listen to him. lol I’m glad she’s not as cold toward him and I can’t wait to see how this is all going to play out.

    NotJustaBook · October 29, 2018 at 7:38 pm

    It’s okay, Kym. I’m just glad to have you take your time to read <3 You're too sweet, and I hope you don't feel pressured to read.
    Yeah, Gina really is starting to warm up to him. I loved showing him being competent, because he's actually a smart dude 🙂

      Kymber · October 30, 2018 at 9:47 pm

      I don’t feel pressured at all. I wanted to read so badly but knew I wouldn’t enjoy it as much until I had more time. I love to dally over your pictures. 😀 It’s so much fun to see what you’ve done. <3

Lila Remonn · November 1, 2018 at 7:29 am

I’m SO behind on Reader haha 😭
*clap clap clap* Enzo, that was a really smart move! Another reason why him and Gina should totally be together. She’s prone to impulsive and violent decisions, so Enzo’s levelheadness is good for her. I love how they are steadily softening towards each other, especially Gina and her hesitantly positive thoughts on him. I can’t wait till they can be together again! And I am looking forward to learning the true reason behind the unceremonious dumping.
Ohhh boy, so the thief is connected to Enzo’s mother… I wonder if she has anything to do with it, especially considering the strange fact of the stonemason getting into very difficult places. And why did she only take Enzo’s brother? I feel terrible for him and Lia 🙁
Is it weird that I actually like Leoni? I know he’s sort of a bad guy, or at least an opposition to Gina’s plans, but he’s pretty funny. And that sweet face! 😆
Awesome chapter as usual <3

    NotJustaBook · November 1, 2018 at 8:00 pm

    It happens – I already know you’re busy so don’t worry about a thing <3 🙂 I'm sure everyone else would say the same!
    You've got a very good point - he's much more level-headed and prone to thinking things over. She's... not, to say the least 😛 It's quite a good contrast. I loved writing all the little moments between them and I can't wait to share what happened. I've been writing ahead quite a bit and good stuff's coming.
    Ah, Enzo's mother is another thing I'm really looking forward to sharing 🙂 And you're onto something with the mother 😉 I feel more and more bad for Enzo and Lia for each chapter I write. Poor darlings.
    I don't think that's weird. He's not that much worse than Regina or Carlo 😛 And he *does* have a pretty cute face!
    Thank you, Lila <3

amyqueen · May 4, 2019 at 8:41 am

Ahh, how I’ve missed Gina and Enzo (and the story in general~) only a few lines in and “rich people are allergic to cheap wine” had me laughing. Well, if anything – aside from the missing painting developments – this chapter showcased why Regenzo/Engina should be a thing. Their differences in temperament kind of balance out. Hooray for Gina giving Enzo a chance and listening to him. He’s gone from hated to tolerable, and I suspect he will continue to rise in ranking until we get some concrete romantic action, hehe. It has been eons, but I hope you enjoyed your break!
I also have to confess, like Lila, that Leoni is kind of growing on me, haha. The mention of Enzo’s mother’s lover potentially being involved complicates things, does this mean we shall find out the mystery of the painting AND why she left with only his brother in a two-for-one special? I sure hope so! Luckily, I don’t have to wait long to get some answers 😇 Like the others, I quite enjoyed the chapter. Anytime we see Carlo, it’s a win my book 😍

    NotJustaBook · May 4, 2019 at 4:32 pm

    😀 They’re a great team, for sure. Don’t think it’s a secret at this point that they’re only going to grow closer from this point. 😉
    I loved giving Enzo a chance to shine. I think he needed a moment of competence. 😀
    Leoni does have a rather nice face. 😉
    There will certainly be more on Enzo’s family and why his mother left.
    Thank you for reading, Amy, and I’m glad you enjoyed seeing Carlo again. I always love writing him! Thank you for the nice comment. <3

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