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.

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

you think that Lewis did this?” I asked

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, it was as though they were looking for something specific, which made me think that it really must have

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

have had something hidden in here that Lewis wanted. Money, probably. Either way, it seems as though he found what he was looking

I frowned and touched Enzo’s arm. “I’m

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

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, Enzo’s mother, and Enzo as a child. Enzo’s mother was beautiful, with curly black hair that cascaded down her back and a stunning

now. I didn’t know if he would want to keep it or sell it, but I could see its potential as a beautiful house; it just needed a touch of comfort inside, rather than

into his pocket; assuming that it was just something sentimental, I decided not to

home,” he

thought you came here