Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149

Lola

She surfaced slow, the world pressing down heavy and thick like wet wool. Her ribs ached with every breath, her burns itched beneath the gauze, and her throat felt scraped raw–but her head was clearer than before.

The lights were dimmed. The steady beeps and hums of the machines marked time in patient, unrelenting rhythm. For the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t drifting.

Her lashes fluttered, and she turned her head left.

Enzo.

Even asleep, he looked like he’d gone twelve rounds with the devil. His jaw was bruised, dark stubble shadowing sharp lines that had once seemed untouchable. Purple crescents bruised the skin under his eyes, and both his hands were wrapped in gauze, resting palm–up on the blanket as if he’d been too exhausted to even clench them.

Her chest pulled tight. What had he been doing with those hands? She didn’t need to ask. Enzo’s rage was a storm, and storms always left wreckage behind. He’d torn through the city for her–bled for her, burned for her. She could read it in every line of him, carved into his body like scripture.

She reached weakly for his nearest hand, her fingers trembling as they brushed the gauze. Heat burned her eyes. She’d signed up for this- the chaos, the blood, the danger that came with loving a man like him. She knew who he was, what he carried, and she’d do it again without hesitation.

Because he wasn’t just her protector, her obsession, her ruin. He was hers. And she would walk through fire–hell, she already had–if it meant standing beside him.

Her thumb stroked over his bandaged knuckles, her body aching but her heart hammering with something steady, something certain. This was the cost of being theirs. And it was worth every scar.

She let her gaze linger, memorizing him in this rare, vulnerable stillness, before the pull in her chest dragged her attention the other way.

Slow and aching, she turned her head to the right-

And Nico was already looking at her.

Not watching like he’d been caught. Not guilty, not startled. Just… steady. His blue eyes burned through exhaustion, shadowed by bruises and sleeplessness, but locked onto her like she was the only thing tethering him upright.

His gaze didn’t waver, and when he spoke, every word dragged raw out of him.

“I told myself it was loyalty. That you were family. That I could live with just that.” His voice cracked, rough around the edges, and he swallowed hard. “But the second I thought you were gone… it ripped every lie out of me. Almost losing you made it clear. I love you, Lo. Not as a brother. Not as a friend. As a man who knows he won’t ever love anyone else like this.”

The words hit her chest like a blow. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe. Her throat locked, ribs seizing with pain, and her eyes burned hot until a tear broke free, sliding over her temple into her hair.

Her voice shook. “I used to lie awake wondering what it felt like. To be loved–really loved. Not wanted. Not used. Loved.” Another tear

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14:31 Wed, Oct 8

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