My Hockey Alpha

Chapter 282: Once a Home, Now Empty

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.

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

that Lewis did

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

were looking for?” I asked as I walked up to Enzo, who was now staring out the back window that looked out over the ocean. He didn’t seem to want to show it, but I could tell that he was sad. Even though I knew that he didn’t particularly care for this house and that he hadn’t spent much time there, I was sure that it was still sad to see his father’s

Lewis wanted. Money, probably. Either way, it

I frowned and touched Enzo’s arm.

in the darkness. Without a word, he bent down and

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

clean the place up. Technically, the house belonged to Enzo now. I didn’t know if he would want to keep

footsteps coming back down the stairs. I peeked around the corner to see that he seemed to be slipping something small into his pocket; assuming that it was just something sentimental, I decided not to pry. Enzo walked up to me then and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, casting me a

go home,”

thought you came here to look for