Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Dom

The recliner groaned when he shifted, its springs protesting under his frame. Dom cracked one eye open into the dark hospital room, the faint blue glow of monitors pulsing steady like beacons in the quiet. For a beat he thought maybe he’d dreamed the whole nightmare- that she was never gone, never buried, never pulled bleeding from the fire.

But then he looked left.

Lola lay in the bed, pale but breathing, silver hair fanned across the pillow like smoke. Tubes and wires tethered her to machines, but her chest rose and fell. Steady. Alive.

Dom exhaled so hard his ribs ached. Alive.

He shifted again, careful not to wake Gino snoring low in the next chair, boots planted wide like he could fight the whole world from his sleep. Dom dragged a hand over his face, his knuckles stinging under the bandages. They still burned when he flexed them, raw reminders of clawing through debris with his bare hands, convinced he’d pull her body out or die trying.

And then movement.

Small, but real–the faintest tug of her fingers against the sheet. Dom froze, heart lurching. Her lashes fluttered. Her lips parted, a shaky breath slipping free.

“Hey,” he whispered, leaning forward, voice rougher than he meant it to be.

Her eyes cracked open, hazy and searching, until they found him. Somehow, even half–drugged and broken, she managed the ghost of a smile. “Hey yourself.”

The sound cut him open. He dropped his head, swallowed hard, then forced the words out. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lola.” His voice cracked, low and raw. “I was there. I saw it all come down. I dug until my hands bled and it still wasn’t enough. I should’ve-”

“Stop.”

Her voice was quiet but it carried. She lifted a trembling hand, pressed it against his cheek. Warm. Alive. It nearly undid him.

“Stop trying to rewrite the story,” she rasped, her eyes steady on his. “You didn’t leave me. I was taken, and you came for me. Now here we are, back together.”

Dom’s throat locked. A tear slid hot down his face before he could stop it. He bowed his head into her palm, shaking once, hard.

“Thought I lost you,” he admitted, voice breaking in a way it never had on any battlefield, any street. “For hours, I thought–you were gone. And it fucking hollowed me out. I can’t-” His breath stuttered. “I can’t do that again.”

“You won’t,” she murmured, thumb brushing clumsily across his skin. “Because I’m still here. And I don’t plan on going anywhere without raising more hell first.”

That was so her–fire, even singed and stitched. It pulled a broken laugh out of him, half–choked, half–shaky. He caught her hand, holding it against his cheek like a lifeline.

14:31 Wed, Oct 8

Accidentally Yours

Chapter 146

Dom

The recliner groaned when he shifted, its springs protesting under his frame. Dom cracked one eye open into the dark hospital room, the faint blue glow of monitors pulsing steady like beacons in the quiet. For a beat he thought maybe he’d dreamed the whole nightmare- that she was never gone, never buried, never pulled bleeding from the fire.

But then he looked left.

Lola lay in the bed, pale but breathing, silver hair fanned across the pillow like smoke. Tubes and wires tethered her to machines, but her chest rose and fell. Steady. Alive.

Dom exhaled so hard his ribs ached. Alive.

He shifted again, careful not to wake Gino snoring low in the next chair, boots planted wide like he could fight the whole world from his sleep. Dom dragged a hand over his face, his knuckles stinging under the bandages. They still burned when he flexed them, raw reminders of clawing through debris with his bare hands, convinced he’d pull her body out or die trying.

And then movement.

Small, but real–the faintest tug of her fingers against the sheet. Dom froze, heart lurching. Her lashes fluttered. Her lips parted, a shaky breath slipping free.

“Hey,” he whispered, leaning forward, voice rougher than he meant it to be.

Her eyes cracked open, hazy and searching, until they found him. Somehow, even half–drugged and broken, she managed the ghost of a smile. “Hey yourself.”

The sound cut him open. He dropped his head, swallowed hard, then forced the words out. “I’m so fucking sorry, Lola.” His voice cracked, low and raw. “I was there. I saw it all come down. I dug until my hands bled and it still wasn’t enough. I should’ve-”

“Stop.”

Her voice was quiet but it carried. She lifted a trembling hand, pressed it against his cheek. Warm. Alive. It nearly undid him.

“Stop trying to rewrite the story,” she rasped, her eyes steady on his. “You didn’t leave me. I was taken, and you came for me. Now here we are, back together.”

Dom’s throat locked. A tear slid hot down his face before he could stop it. He bowed his head into her palm, shaking once, hard.

“Thought I lost you,” he admitted, voice breaking in a way it never had on any battlefield, any street. “For hours, I thought–you were gone. And it fucking hollowed me out. I can’t-” His breath stuttered. “I can’t do that again.”

“You won’t,” she murmured, thumb brushing clumsily across his skin. “Because I’m still here. And I don’t plan on going anywhere without raising more hell first.”

That was so her–fire, even singed and stitched. It pulled a broken laugh out of him, half–choked, half–shaky. He caught her hand, holding it against his cheek like a lifeline.

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14:31 Wed, Oct 8

Chapter 146.

“You mean too much to us,” Dom said hoarsely. “To me. You changed everything when you walked in, you know that? Made the crew laugh again, Made Enzo… lighter. Gino less of a hardass. Even Nico–Christ, you cracked that stubborn bastard open.” His jaw flexed, his shoulders heavy. “I’m not letting anything happen to you again. Ever.”

Her lips curved, faint but certain. “That’s stupid.”

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