The Untold Secrets of Bonnie and Enzo, based off the secrets series.
Chapter Four
Enzo
"She's already got you all hot and bothered." Damon sipped on his soda. "Look at you. Drunk after eight months of sobriety and I don't believe it's a coincidence it happened on the same night she showed up."
Enzo slams another shot back and wipe his lips with the back of his hand. "I'm fine man. And I can't blame what I do on anyone else but myself. This isn't Bonnie's fault. "
Damon laughs, tipping his head back, "Who the hell are you trying to convince? You know just as well as every single person in this room that the only why the two of you are ever gonna sort out your problems is if you guys fuck and get it over with."
Enzo punch him in the arm, harder than he planned. "Watch it man. You're walking on thin ice tonight."
Damon holds up his hands, surrendering. "Sorry, I forgot how you get when you're like this."
He grab a fist full of Damon's shirt and jerk him up towards himself. "Like what?"
Again, he threw up his hands. "Enzo man, calm down, go drink some coffee or something. You're trashed out of your mind."
Enzo release him and rake his fingers through his hair, frustrated with something he can't grasp. "Coffee's a myth... And I need something else." His eyes traveled to the back door window, and suddenly he understood what he needed. Enzo pat Damon's shoulder. "Clear everyone out before my mom gets home, okay?"
"Alright, man will do," he replies bemusedly. "But where are you going?"
"On a walk." Enzo knocked some people out of his way, and stumble out the back door. Regaining his balance, he trips across the grass and climb over the fence. Bonnie's dad's mustang was parked in the driveway, so he must be home from the bar. Doesn't matter, though. He won't notice or care if Enzo sneak in. He had been doing it since they were little kids.
Enzo stare up at her bedroom window until he reach the tree. After a drunken struggle, he make it to the top and he inch along the branch to the window. The lights are off, but the glow of the moon lights a trail to her bed. She was fast asleep. he inch open the window, slicing his finger on a rusty nail. "Motherfucker..." he suck on his finger tip as he head dive through the window and hit the floor with a soft thud.
Her friend shot upright from the bed on the floor, her eyes wide. "Oh my god."
Enzo put his finger to his lips as he get to his feet. "Shh..." She still looks worried so he dazzled her with his most charming smile.
That seems to win her over and she settles back in her bed. As carefully as he could, Enzo stepped over her bed and crawl in with Bonnie. He pressed his chest against her back, drape his arm over her waist, and felt the rhythm of her breathing. He buried his face in her neck, smelling the scent of her hair, cherry almond mixed with something that's only her.
Enzo shut his eyes and for the first time in eight months, he had a peaceful sleep.
Bonnie
She slept horribly for half the night, tossing and turning due to her guilty conscience. She didn't know why she felt guilty about blowing off Enzo. Since she has done it breezily for the past eight months. Although, he wasn't living right next door with his sad puppy dog eyes and charming sexiness.
Her sleep deprivation only got worse when her dad stumbled into the house in the middle of the night, bumping over cups and bottles, drunk off his ass. Later, she heard him crying in the bathroom her mother died in. It still hurts to hear because his tears were her fault.
Once she fell asleep, Bonnie was out and it ended up being the best night's rest she has had in ages. When she woke up late afternoon, she felt refreshed and calm. Until she realize why.
Enzo was in her bed, he had her in his lean arms. His body was curved into hers, so every single part of him is touching her. She knew it's him by the smell of his cologne mixed with mint. She pretended to be asleep, consumed in a wonderful dream, refusing to wake up until he leaves.
"I know you're awake," he whispers in her ear. His voice was hoarse and his breath is stale with booze. "So open your eyes and quit avoiding me."
"You know it's illegal to walk into someone's house without permission," Bonnie say with her eyes shut. "And sneaking into someone's bed, that's the move of a pervert."
"I didn't walk in. I fell in," he says, amused. She pinch his firm chest and he laughed. "Now there's my feisty girl." He brushes his soft lips across her forehead. "I've missed you, princess."
Opening her eyes, she wiggled in his arms. "Please don't start. It's too early."
His eyes are guarded and his hair was a mess. He chuckles lowly, a sound that ripples deep inside her core. "Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you're secretly glad to be pressed up to my body." He pulled their chests together as he snaked his legs around her.
Bonnie's eyelids flutter against his warmth. God, she has missed this so much. Way too much and so had her body, evidently.
"So where did you go?" he asks, crushing her moment of bliss. "To school in Vegas? Because it kind of surprises me. You never really liked school."
Her mind snaps back to reality. "I don't want to get into this right now. I just want to have a relaxing summer and then I'm headed back to campus."
He blinks, his eyelashes fluttering against her forehead. The feel of him sends a warm tingle up her thighs and Bonnie sealed her lips to keep from moaning.
His eyebrows knit. "It's like you've been kidnapped by a bunch of nuns or something."
"Maybe I was," she say submissively. "It wouldn't hurt anyone if I was."
He considers this and an artful smirk curves at his lip. "That's not true. Nuns can't have sex and I still haven't fulfilled my lifelong dream of having sex with you."
She opens her mouth, her tongue locked and loaded with an equally perverted comeback, but she bit back down, remembering she was no longer that kind of a girl anymore. "I need to wake Beka up. She's got a long drive ahead of her."
With one swift roll, he had her pinned down beneath his body and her arms trapped above her head. His almost hazelish eyes search her, he sucks on his lip ring, lost in thought. "You're going to tell me, pretty girl," he asserts, tilting his head so his lips are next to her cheek. "You always tell me everything."
"Enzo, please..." Bonnie despise how breathless she sound. "You know why I left. You were there that night... you saw me... I can't do it again." Anxiety claws up her throat and her muscles tense beneath the weight of his body. "Please let me up. I can't breathe."
He props up on his arms. "You could have talked to me, instead of running away. You know that."
Bonnie shake her head. "No, I couldn't. Not that time. That time it was different. You were part of the reason I had to leave."
"Because you kissed me?" he asks, dipping his voice to a husky growl. "Or because I found you that way... that night."
She swallow the giant lump in her throat. The kiss was part of it. It was an earth shattering kiss, one that stole her breath, stopped her heart, and scared the shit out of her because it surfaced feelings. Feelings she had never felt before, ones that had rendered her helpless.
"I don't want to talk about it. Now get off of me." Bonnie wiggled her arms between them and pushed on his chest.
He sighs and rolls off her. "Fine, don't talk about it, but it doesn't mean you can run away from me again. I'll chase you down this time," he threatens with a wink as he climbs off the bed, and the chain hooked to his studded belt jingles. "Get dressed and meet me out in the driveway. You have to go visit Alaric today."
"No, thanks," she declined and tugs the blanket over her head. "And I told you last night I have stuff to do today. Besides aren't you hungover from last night? You were pretty wasted."
"Don't do that," he says, aggravated. "Don't pretend like you have some deep insight into me anymore. You've been gone for almost a year and a lot has changed."
She was speechless. "Enzo, I... "
"Come on, get out of bed. You're going to see Alaric, whether you like it or not." He yanks the blanket off her and tosses it on the floor, so she was lying there in her plaid shorts and skin-tight tank top with no bra on underneath.
Bonnie covers herself with her arms. "I'm not going to Ric's. I just got home and I have things to do."
"He's got cancer, Bonnie." Enzo backs for the door, tucking his hands into the pockets of his faded jeans. "So get your bratty, split-personality ass out of bed and go see him before you can't."
Her arms fell to the sides as she sat up. "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
"If you would have told someone where you were, we would have," he says. "Although, I'm pretty sure your father knew where you were, he just wouldn't tell anyone."
She didn't deny it.
"Besides, I told you in the voicemail I left yesterday," he says, glancing at her phone on the desk. "But I'm guessing you haven't listened to that?"
She shook her head. "No, I was too surprised to see your number on the screen."
Enzo bites on his lip ring, something he does when he's nervous. "Yeah, you should probably just delete that. I don't think you're ready for it yet."
Her gaze moves to the phone. What the hell was on it? She climbed out of bed, arching her back and stretching like a cat. "How bad is Ric?"
Enzo swallows hard. "He's dying, so you need to get dressed and let me take you to see him."
She began to object, but rethought her initial stupidity. Alaric was the one part of her past that she could never run from. At one point, he was like a father to Enzo and her. She even called him from Vegas once, although she didn't tell him where she was.
Bonnie nods. "Let me get dressed and I'll be out in a second."
"See you in a few." He winks at her and vanishes into the hall, leaving the door wide open behind him.
Rebekah quickly sprung up from the air bed clutching the sheet. "What. The. Hell. What was that about? I mean, he crawled in here through the window in the middle of the night, and just climbed into bed with you."
"Yeah, he does that a lot, sorry I didn't give you a heads up." Bonnie opens the window letting in the gentle breeze. Loose pieces of her hair dance around the frame of her face. "Oh, no."
Rebekah stretches her arms above her head. "What's wrong?"
Bonnie reluctantly look at her. "I think someone might have confused your car for a canvas."
Rebekah jumps out of bed and elbows Bonnie out of the way to get a look at the damage done to her beautiful, nearly brand new Mercedes. "My poor baby!"
Bonnie pulls a skirt and a pink tank top out of her duffel bag. "Get dressed and we'll go check out the damage."
She pouts, looking like she might cry. "I can't drive it home like that. My parents will kill me."
"I know plenty of people who can fix it for you," Bonnie say, opening the door. "Or I use to, but I'm sure it's all the same."
Rebekah nods and Bonnie went in the downstairs bathroom to change, but ran into her dad on the stairway.
"When did you get here?" His breath smells like gin and his eyes are red. His cheeks have sunken in over the last eight months and his skin is wrinkled like leather with sores. He's in his late forties, but looks like he's pushing sixty now.
"Last night," she tells him, taking his arm and helping him up the stairs. "I was in bed before you got home."
He offers her a pat on the back. "Well, I'm glad to have you home."
"I'm glad to be home," Bonnie lies with a smile as they reach the top of the stairs.
He moves his arm away from her hand and rubs the back of his neck. "Do you need anything? Like help carrying in your boxes?"
"I think I can handle it on my own, but thanks." she decline, sticking her arm out as he teeters toward the stairs.
He nods and his eyes drift to the bathroom down the hall. He's probably thinking about how much Bonnie looked like her. It hurts his eyes, at least that's what he told her the night she went to the bridge.
"I guess I'll talk to you later then. Maybe we could go to dinner or something?" He doesn't leave time for her to answer as he zigzags down the hall to his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
Her dad's drinking started when she was about six, a few months after her mom got diagnosed with being bipolar. His drinking habit wasn't that bad back then as it is now. After her mom died, beer and vodka took over both their lives.
When Bonnie returns to her room, Rebekah was dressed in a light blue sundress, with her blonde hair curled up and there is a pair of overly large sunglasses concealing her eyes.
"I feel like crap," she declares, putting her hands on her hips.
"This place has that effect on most people." Bonnie grab the phone, noting the flashing voicemail as she slips on her flip flops.
They go outside, leaving the smoky air behind and steps into the bright sunlight, surrounded by the scenery of rundown homes and apartments. The neighborhood was filled with motorcycle engines revving and far in the distance are the sounds of a lovers' quarrel and Enzo was nowhere to be seen.
A long time ago, it felt like home, back when street racing and running wild felt natural, but now she just feel lost.
Rebekah starts biting at her fingernails as she gapes confoundedly at her car. "It looks worse up close."
Bonnie circle the car with her arms folded, assessing the damage. It looks like a fruit basket, only instead of being filled with fruit it's crammed with innuendos and colorful words. She was on the verge of laughing for some reason. "They got you good."
She shakes her head. "This isn't funny. Do you know how much it's going to cost to fix this?"
Rebekah's dad was a big shot lawyer over in New Orleans. Her parents were always showering her with things like clothes, money, cars. She had never worked a day in her life and gave Bonnie a hard time for her waitressing job at a Steakhouse, begging her to take time off to go to parties.
"So what do we do?" Rebekah chips at some green paint on the headlight with her fingernail.
Bonnie points up the street. "There's an auto body shop not too far from here."
She glances down the road, which is covered in potholes and lined with filthy gutters. "But this is a Mercedes."
"I'm sure painting a car, no matter who the maker is, is all the same."
"But what if they do something to it?"
"Like spray paint it again after they paint it?" Bonnie says sarcastically and she scowls. "Sorry. We'll find someone, okay? We can take it to someplace in Grove Hill. It's a little nicer over there."
"I can't drive it when it looks like this," she complains, motioning at the car. "It's hideous."
"I'll drive it, then," Bonnie offers her hand out for Rebekah to give her the keys.
"Are you joking?" She pats the hood of her car. "This is my baby. No one drives it but me. You know that."
"I think your baby is in serious need of some plastic surgery." Enzo strides off the porch of his house and onto the driveway. He's changed into black jeans, a fitted grey t-shirt, and his black hair hangs in his eyes. "I know the perfect place to get it fixed and it's here in town, so you won't have to drive it so far." He gives Rebekah a wink. "I'm Enzo, by the way."
"Hi, I'm Bonnie's roommate or old roommate anyway," she says with a warm smile and slides her sunglasses down the brim of her nose. "We're not sure if we're sharing a dorm room next semester."
He presents her with his player grin. "Sharing a room with Bonnie? That had to be tough." He shoots Bonnie a mischievous look, trying to get a rise out of her.
Rebekah laughs and returns her glasses over her eyes. "No, she's a pretty great roommate, actually. She cleans and cooks and everything, always looking out for me. It's was way better than having my own mother there."
"Bonnie was always good at that stuff," he agrees, knowing the real reason why. She had to learn how to take care of herself and her family at a very young age, otherwise they all would have starved and rotted away in a rat-infested house. "So do you want me to take your car to that shop I was talking about? Like I said, it's really close."
"Yeah, that sounds great." She shuffles her sandals against the concrete. "I'd rather go someplace close."
Bonnie mentally rolled her eyes. Leave it to Enzo. He can get any woman to contradict herself if he wants to.
Enzo swings his arm around Bonnie's shoulder and kisses her on the forehead. "But I have to take pretty girl over here to see an old friend first."
"Please stop calling me that," she begged. "I've never liked the nickname and you know that."
"Well I think it's appealing, pretty girl." He tempts her closer to him and caresses her cheek with his lips, "Now are you ready to go see Alaric? You can come, too, if you want... Rebekah is it?"
"Yeah, it's Rebekah Mikaelson." She offers her hand and he shook it. "And sure I'll go. This place makes me a little nervous."
"Isn't your family expecting you to be home tonight?" Bonnie escape from underneath Enzo's arm.
"I'll text them and tell them I'm not leaving until tomorrow." She retrieves her cell phone and scrolls through her contacts. "The car will be done by tomorrow, right?"
"It's hard to say," Enzo says. "Damon is the best, but a little slow."
Rebekah's head snaps up and there's delight in her eyes. Damon as in blue eyed devil from the party last night? The one with the sexy hair and the really big hands?"
Enzo bites down on his lip, stifling a laugh, and flicks Bonnie a sideways glance. She couldn't help but smile.
"Yep, that's the one," he says. "Do you feel better about taking your car to him now?"
"Well, yeah, if you think it's okay?" she checks. "I'm very picky about who works on my car or at least my dad is very picky about who works on it."
"It'll be fine," he assures her with a wink. "I've never disappointed a girl yet."
"Oh yeah?" Rebekah laughs, glancing at Bonnie uneasily, like she's worried she's stepping on her friend's territory.
"So are we going to go or what?" A ping of jealousy pinches inside Bonnie's chest still.
"Yep, let's go, beautiful." Enzo leads the way around the fence and up his driveway to the garage.
When Bonnie step inside, her mouth falls open. Parked in the middle, between the walls lined with shelves and tools, is a shiny 1970 Chevy Chevelle SS. It's painted in a cherry red with a smokey black racing stripe down the center. "You finally fixed it up?"
He pats the shiny flawless hood, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I finally got around to it, after talking about it for five years." His eyes found hers, seeking approval. "So what do you think?"
"It's kind of old." Rebekah pulls a face at the car. "And really big."
"I thought you liked big things?" Enzo teases. Bonnie punched him in the arm and he laughs. "Ow, I meant hands. Jeez get your mind out of the gutter."
Bonnie rolls her eyes. "You did not, you pervert."
He shrugs, his eyes lustrous in the sunlight filtering through the gritty windows. "So what. It got you to lighten up, didn't it?"
"Are we driving it to Ric's?" she opt for a neutral voice.
He slips his keys out of his pocket and tosses them to her. "Yeah, go ahead. It's all yours."
Bonnie swiftly shook her head and threw the keys back at him, like they're scorching hot. "No thanks. I don't want to."
Enzo cocks an eyebrow, looking sexy. "What do you mean you don't want to?"
"I mean I don't want to drive it." It nearly kills her to say it. She walk around the front of the car, open the door, and gesture for Rebekah to get in.
"But it has a blown 572 Big Block in it," he says astounded with the keys hanging loosely from his fingers. "How can you not want to drive it?"
Bonnie's insides twitch to drive it, but she won't buckle. "It's fine, Enzo. I'd rather be the passenger."
"What does that mean? A blown big block or whatever you said?" Rebekah wonders as she walks to the side of the car. "Wait, are you guys talking cars? Bon doesn't like cars. In fact, she made us take the bus most of the time when we left campus."
"Oh really?" His tone implies otherwise. "That's news to me."
"It's a waste of gas," she lied, attempting to mask the truth; that she misses it. The rush, the speed, the adrenaline high.
Rebekah ducks inside the car and into the backseat. Bonnie climb into the passenger side and Enzo opens the garage door. He revs up the engine, letting it rumble, teasing her, before backing down the driveway.
"I'm starting to think that the Bonnie you knew isn't the same one as I know." Rebekah buckles her seatbelt up.
He spins the tires down the road. "I think you might be onto something Rebekah, because the one I knew loved cars. In fact she used to hang out in the garage all day with the guys." He flashes Bonnie a dangerous grin. "She used to get all excited when we'd go racing."
No matter how hard she try to hinder herself from getting energized, she can't. Those hot summer nights, flying down the highway, neck and neck with another car, the rush soaring through her body.
Enzo trails his finger along her neck and rests it on her pulse. "You're getting excited just thinking about it."
His touch spreads a longing through her body. Bonnie swat his hand away, as she crossed her arms, and focus on the window, watching the neighborhood blur by as he cruises over the speed limit. Enzo shifts the gears and the engine thunders louder, begging to burn rubber.
"Is it legal to be driving this fast?" Rebekah asks nervously. The two glance back at her and she grips the edge of the leather seat. "It just seems like we're going really fast, especially in a residential neighborhood."
Enzo holds Bonnie's gaze resolutely as he downshifts and pumps up the rpms. "What do you think? Speed up? Or slow down?"
She wants to tell him to slow down, but she couldn't speak. He throttles the gas pedal, keeping his eyes on hers, venturing her to look away first.
"Um... I don't think this is a good idea." Rebekah's voice is far away.
The car surges faster down the narrow road and his eyes dared Bonnie to tell him to slow down and part of her wants to. Desperately. But as he shoves the shifter into the next gear, going faster and faster, her body pleads to let go.
Suddenly, Rebekah screams, "Stop sign!"
Enzo's eyes sparkle as he slams on the brakes, squealing the car to a halt, and throwing them all forward. Bonnie's hand shoots out and she brace herself from hitting the dashboard.
"Are you bloody crazy?" Rebekah's voice cracks as she situates back into the seat and realigns her dress over her legs. "What is wrong with you two?"
Enzo and Bonnie looked at each other and her body is burning with a hidden desire that she won't admit exists. Her heart beats in her chest, rock steady and alive again. For a second, she was back in the place she lost.
Then Enzo ruins it.
"See, the same old Bonnie still lives." He grins arrogantly as he drives through the intersection. "She just needed a little push out."
Bonnie clicked the seatbelt lock, proving a point. "No, she doesn't. She's gone forever."
"Try all you want, but I'm bringing her back." He bites his lip, refocusing on the street as he mutters, "I won't let that night ruin you forever."
But it did. It broke her into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves. That night was one of the most incredible nights she has ever had.
Then Bonnie quickly plummeted toward rock bottom.
Once again thanks to everyone for the reviews I love them all. I know everyone wants to know what's going on with Bonnie, I get she's a bit angst-y and the sexual tension between her and Enzo is killing you all, don't worry it will be worth it. I'll update sometime next week, enjoy this chapter, leave a review if you can.