Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 115

Accidentally Yours

Chapter 115

The bourbon burned on the way down, but it felt right.

Enzo

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The Strip glowed beneath them, all neon and smoke, the kind of city that never let you forget what you owed it. Enzo nursed his bourbon neat, Nico beside him in silence, both men leaning heavy into the night.

The door slid open.

Bare feet whispered across the stone. A shirt–his shirt–hanging off Lola’s shoulders. Hair messy, eyes soft in the low light.

“Bed got cold without you.” Her voice was gentle, not the chaos–fire she’d poured all day. Then her gaze flicked to Nico, concern softening her tone. “Oh, Nico. What are you doing out here? Everything okay?”

Nico stiffened like a soldier caught off guard. Enzo answered for him.

“He’s fine,” Enzo said, eyes never leaving her. “We were talking.”

Lola tilted her head, padding closer, brows tugging. “Talking about what?”

Enzo’s mouth curved, humorless. “About how he’s been chewing himself up for putting his hand around your throat.”

Her lips parted–surprise, then that flicker of wicked curiosity he knew too well.

Enzo leaned forward, setting his glass aside, his voice low, sharp enough to cut glass. “He thinks I’ll kill him for it.”

Silence stretched. The city hummed below.

Lola stepped closer, slow. “Would you?”

Enzo smirked, dark and lethal. “not when you’re mine to ruin, no matter who’s touching you.”

Nico’s breath hitched beside him. Lola froze for half a beat, then swallowed, gaze locked on Enzo’s.

Enzo rose from his chair, the night air buzzing hotter around him, his voice dropping to a rough growl.

“You want to know what I told him?”

Lola’s throat bobbed. “What?”

“That you wreck me every second of the day. That you push me to the edge until I can’t think straight–until there are no walls left in me. And then when I finally unleash it all, when I take everything I’ve been holding back and give it to you-” He shook his head once, slow, like even he couldn’t believe it. “—you fucking laugh. You moan through broken glass and splinters in your skin and beg for more. You’ve turned me into something I didn’t even know I could be.”

His eyes burned into hers.

Yook, fratello (brother). Fid it. She’s fire. She’s death. She’s the only truth that matters.

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Nico went rigid, hands hovering like he was afraid to breathe. “Lola…” he warned, low.

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