Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 136

hapter 136

Enzo planted his hands on the edge of the table, leaning in. The maps spread before him swam with possibilities, but only one mattered: the trail to Lola. “She’s out there. No body means she’s alive. Which means I can find her. Which means every second we waste is one more she’s in their hands. And if she’s in their hands…” His throat locked, teeth grinding until his molars ached. “Then we make them fucking regret it.”

Inside, denial clawed at him, frantic and desperate.

She can’t be dead. I’d feel it if she was. She’s alive. She has to be. And if she’s alive, I’ll bring her back.

His hands shook where they pressed against the table, but his voice stayed flat steel.

The hangar doors groaned again. Dom walked in, shoulders slumped, soot streaking his clothes. His eyes were hollow, his voice gone from shouting her name.

Enzo’s vision tunneled. The sight of him lit the fuse.

“You were with her,” Enzo growled, stepping forward, heat radiating off him like fire. “You were supposed to keep her safe!”

Dom didn’t argue. Didn’t even lift his chin. He just stood there, wrecked.

That broke something loose. Enzo’s fist cracked across his jaw before anyone could move. The sound echoed like a gunshot, snapping the room into silence.

Dom staggered but didn’t swing back, just wiped the blood off his lip and muttered, “I deserve that.”

Enzo lunged again, but this time Gino stepped in, shoving Dom back and squaring up.

“Enough,” Gino snapped. “You’ll break him. You want to bleed someone, you bleed me.”

Enzo’s fist collided with Gino’s jaw, then his ribs, violence pouring out of him in jagged bursts. Every strike was a scream he couldn’t let out. Every blow was the image of Lola under rubble, hair stained with blood, body limp. Gino absorbed it, countering just enough to keep him moving, forcing him to burn through the storm without killing anyone in the room.

The men watched, tense, silent, as the cousins traded blows–Enzo’s fury against Gino’s restraint—until finally Enzo’s arms shook with the effort, chest dragging for air.

Gino shoved him back, both of them dripping sweat, blood at their mouths. “You done?”

Enzo’s glare burned, but the fire had shifted–contained now, banked into something sharper. He spat blood to the side, adjusted his vest, and nodded once.

Enzo looked at him a long moment, the weight of it sharp between them. Then he shook his head. “Not tonight. You’ve been traveling.

11:00 Wed, Oct 8 M

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