Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 135

The city blurred past the SUV windows in streaks of neon and shadow. Enzo sat forward in the seat, forearms braced against his knees, every muscle tight enough to snap. His jaw locked so hard it buzzed in his skull. Gino drove fast but steady, the silence between them heavy, broken only by the clipped sound of Enzo’s breaths. Every inhale cut sharp. Every exhale carried a weight he couldn’t release. The weight in his chest hadn’t eased since Dom’s call–it had only sharpened, refined into something lethal.

His mind kept replaying the sound of Dom’s voice. Smoke, panic, despair. It blew. I can’t fucking find her. Over and over. Every time it looped, Enzo’s blood surged hotter, his nails biting crescents into his palms. He wanted to tear the world open with his bare hands until it gave her back. He wanted to put a bullet through every man who had ever thought her name, every set of eyes that had lingered too long, every rival crew arrogant enough to imagine they could touch her.

When the hangar doors groaned open, floodlights cut across rows of vehicles and steel containers. The place smelled of oil, gunpowder, sweat. His men were already waiting–some called in from their posts, some dragged from beds, hair still mussed, shirts half–buttoned. Didn’t matter. They came running because they knew what that call meant.

They fell silent as Enzo stepped out of the SUV, Kevlar gear in place, weapons strapped down his frame. He didn’t need to say a word. The air around him said it for him. Every eye tracked him, reading the storm he carried with him, the pressure that promised violence.

“Report,” he barked.

One of the detail from San Diego stepped forward, face gray from smoke and exhaustion. “We cleared the shop, boss. Every inch. We sifted through the debris twice over.” His voice faltered, throat tight. “No body.”

Enzo’s jaw ticked. Relief should’ve hit–it didn’t. Relief meant safety. Meant survival. This meant only one thing: she was gone. Taken.

They were watching her so close they had men ready, waiting at that shop. Waiting for her. For my girl.

The thought made his vision black at the edges. She wasn’t a soldier. She wasn’t built for this life, not the way he was, not the way the men around him were. And yet…she was the one paying for his enemies. His mistakes. His weakness. Rage punched through his ribs so hard it stole his air.

Should’ve done more. Should’ve had more on her. Should’ve known.

“Bellandi’s crew. The Russians. The Zhang brothers. Every name we’ve had heat with in the last six months.” His voice carried like a blade. “I want eyes on them all. Jake–trace movements, cross–check chatter. I don’t care what system you have to crack. Hunt them.”

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