Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 141

Accidentally Yours

Chapter 141

Nico

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The hangar buzzed with noise–keyboards clacking, phones ringing, men gearing up–but all of it blurred around the edges. Nico sat at the long steel table, a laptop open in front of him, though the words on the screen kept doubling until he blinked them back into one. His head still ached where it had cracked glass and cement, ribs burning every time he twisted. Didn’t matter. He wasn’t going to bed. He wasn’t leaving this room until Lola was back.

Sleep had been rationed out of existence. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him moving. That and the memory he couldn’t shake- Lola leaning forward between the seats of the SUV, pressing a kiss to his cheek, another to Dom’s, before sliding out into the night.

“Behave,” she’d said, green eyes sparkling with mischief.

He clenched his jaw, fingers digging into the edge of the table. If she could see them now–Enzo tearing through warehouses like a storm, Dom hollow–eyed and wrecked, Nico himself bleeding and half–dizzy–she’d laugh her ass off and call them liars. This wasn’t “behaving.” Not even close.

Every breath he took came with that same split down the middle: no body means she might still be alive. But no one survives a blast like that. His chest tightened, the contradiction tearing him in two. He’d seen the fire, the collapse, the smoke choking out the stars. He’d seen her get swallowed whole.

And yet–no body.

That fact burned hotter than the pain in his skull. No body meant a sliver of hope. And hope, twisted sharp as it was, kept him upright.

Across the room, Enzo paced, blood on his knuckles, his face carved into something feral. He barked orders in Italian, voice edged with steel, while Jake’s crew hammered away at their computers. Every so often, Enzo would lean over the maps spread across the table, stabbing a finger down like he could puncture the city itself.

Dom wasn’t much better. He’d come back from the wreckage with soot still ground into his skin, eyes ringed dark, body running on fumes. Every movement of his hands was tight, deliberate, as though if he let go for even a second, he’d shatter.

And Nico–Nico sat between them, trying to hold steady when everything in him wanted to crumble. He couldn’t. Not while Enzo was unraveling. Not while Dom looked like he’d already buried her in his head.

The taste of ash from that night still lingered in his mouth. He’d clawed at the ground, glass slicing his hands, lungs on fire, trying to reach her. He’d thought he’d seen her–smoke, silver hair, a body being dragged–but his brain had been too scrambled to trust it. He hated himself for not knowing. For not being sure.

His eyes dragged to the corner of the room where their weapons were stacked, gleaming under the fluorescents. Every piece loaded. Every piece ready. If they didn’t find her soon, blood would flood the streets. Enzo had promised it.

Nico dropped his head into his hands, palms pressing hard against his temples. Her voice still echoed there, maddeningly soft, like the ghost of a smile pressed against his cheek.

Rafael

11:01 Wed, Oct 8 M…

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