Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

For a long moment he just stared at her, chest rising uneven, jaw tight. Then Nico leaned closer, his forehead brushing hers. His voice was soft, almost reverent, but the faintest smile threaded through it, cocky even with the ache.

“I’m your Huckleberry.”

The words split her wide open. A laugh caught in her throat–wet, broken, but real. It slipped out anyway, tangled with sobs she couldn’t stop. She pressed her eyes shut, let the tears spill free, and whispered back, voice shredded but true:

“Damn right you are.”

The machines hummed steady around them, Enzo’s even breaths anchoring the silence. Lola squeezed Nico’s hand tighter, like she could fuse herself to him in that moment.

And for the first time in her life, broken and stitched and hurting all over, she let herself believe it. She was truly–finally–loved.

Nico

Christ. He actually said it.

The words were out there, hanging in the air like a loaded gun with no safety, and for the first time in his life he didn’t want to grab them back. No swallowing, no burying–just truth.

He’d loved her for longer than he could admit, maybe from the moment she’d smacked him with a towel in Enzo’s kitchen and called him a “golden retriever in human form.” He’d laughed it off, because that was what he did–cover the cracks with a grin, pretend everything rolled off his back. But it stuck. She saw him. Not the soldier, not Enzo’s right hand, not the man people assumed had it all figured out. Just Nico.

And that scared the shit out of him.

Because letting her see him meant she could hurt him. And after San Diego–after the night he walked her down the pier with her arm looped through his, after she kissed his cheek and laughed like he was enough–he knew he was already ruined.

He told himself it was harmless. That she’d always belong to Enzo, and he’d always stand beside them both. That loyalty was the chain that kept him steady. But when the blast hit, when the air went white and the ground tore itself apart, he’d clawed at concrete with bleeding hands, lungs burning, praying for a miracle he didn’t believe in.

Now she was alive. Broken, but alive. And instead of feeling relief, he felt the terrifying weight of his own honesty pressing down like a blade.

I love you, Lo.

It should’ve wrecked him. Should’ve filled him with guilt, shame, dread of Enzo’s reaction if the words ever found their way to him. But all Nico felt was…

lighter. Like he’d been drowning for weeks and only now broke the surface.

And then she answered him–soft, cracked, but true. Not brushing him off. Not laughing it away. She’d let him in. She’d told him he gave her something she never thought she’d have.

That’s when it really hit.

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Chapter 150

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This wasn’t some crush he could outgrow. This wasn’t a passing itch. This was marrow–deep. It was permanent. And if the world tried to rip her from him again, he wasn’t sure what kind of man he’d become on the other side.

Enzo was his brother, Lola was his heart. The contradiction should’ve torn him apart. Instead, it anchored him. Like maybe–just maybe there was a way to be both. To love her without betraying either of them. To fight for her in whatever shape it took, even if it killed him.

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