11:00 Wed, Oct 8 M
Accidentally Yours
Chapter 134
Enzo
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Enzo’s glass was half–empty, the scotch dark as blood under the low light. The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of Vegas far below–neon buzzing, traffic thrumming, the city’s heartbeat pulsing against the glass. Gino sat across from him, boots propped on the coffee table sitting between the chairs, nursing his own drink. Neither man said much. They didn’t need to. The waiting said it all.
Enzo’s phone lit up. Dom.
His chest seized tight. He answered on the first ring. “What?”
“It blew, Enzo–it fucking blew! I can’t-” Dom’s voice cracked, hoarse with smoke and panic. “I can’t fucking find her!”
The room stilled.
Enzo’s glass hit the counter hard enough to crack crystal, amber liquid spraying across the polished wood. Gino straightened instantly, every muscle coiled.
Enzo’s voice dropped, calm and lethal. “Say that again.”
Dom’s words shredded through the line, broken and raw. “She’s gone. I can’t find her.”
Silence. A silence heavy enough to drown in. Then Enzo stood, chair screeching back, his whole body vibrating with a rage so sharp it cut the air around him.
“Call Jake for footage of the shop. Get me the chief on the line,” he snapped at Gino. “Now.”
Gino didn’t argue–he never did when Enzo sounded like that. He moved, phone already in hand.
Enzo crossed the penthouse in sharp, decisive strides, stripping as he went. Shirt and tie, tossed aside like dead skin. He dragged on black cargo pants reinforced with Kevlar, fabric rasping over his legs. The compression shirt followed, clinging tight to his chest, veins throbbing against the stretch. Then the vest–plates sliding into place with practiced precision, the sound as final as a coffin lid shutting.
Knives strapped to his thighs. Flashlight clipped. Zip ties hooked. Guns, magazines–weight after weight stacking onto him, dragging him deeper into the storm. Each snap of a buckle, each click of a magazine was another vow carved into bone.
The earbud slid in, comms unit alive with a sharp hiss.
Gino returned, phone against his chest. “He’s on.”
Enzo didn’t break stride. “Sorry for calling so late Cheif but listen carefully. Someone just hurt and took something that belongs to me. I will find her. I’ll tear through this city until rivers run red. Keep your men out of my way. If they get caught in it, I won’t stop.”
A pause on the line. The quiet assent of a man who understood exactly what stood on the other end.
Enzo ended the call, jaw locked so hard it felt like his teeth might splinter.
That’s when Jake slipped in, pale face lit blue by the tablet in his hands. “I’ve got a live feed.”
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11:00 Wed, Oct 8 M
Chapter 134
Enzo closed the distance in two steps. The screen filled his vision.
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Flames devoured the tattoo shop, orange tongues clawing at the black sky. The street was chaos–his men swarming the wreckage, some digging with bare hands. The camera shook with every explosion of glass collapsing inward, every girder giving way. Smoke curled thick enough to choke, swallowing whole blocks.
That blast should’ve leveled anyone inside. Fire, steel, glass–how the fuck could she have survived that?
No Lola.
Get up. Get the fuck up.
Gino’s voice cut in, low but steady. “What’s the plan, boss?”
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