Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

Enzo

The first time he woke, it was only halfway..

The world was a smear of antiseptic and low machine beeps, too sharp around the edges, too soft in the middle. He didn’t bother opening his eyes. His body was too heavy, lungs working like they’d been packed in wet sand. But sound carried–clearer than he wanted.

Nico’s voice. Ragged. Honest. “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.”

Silence cracked open, thick and trembling. Then Lola, soft but steady, every word striking like steel. “I used to lie awake wondering what it felt like. To be loved–really loved. Not wanted. Not used. Loved. I made up stories in my head, but it was never this. This is better. You and Enzo–you’ve given me something I didn’t even think existed. And now I don’t know how to be without it. Without you.”

A pause. The scrape of linen as her hand shifted. Her voice again, rasping but fierce: “So you’d better get used to me sticking around. Because I’m not letting go.”

The words punched straight through his chest, leaving something raw and electric behind. He could have opened his eyes then, could have made them both aware he was listening. But he didn’t. Instead, he let the weight pull him back under, deeper this time.

When he woke again, it was different.

The heaviness was still there, but it was clean now, the kind that came from sleep, not collapse. He stretched his fingers experimentally, flexed his wrists against the ache of overuse. His bruises barked, but nothing screamed permanent.

The lights had shifted–dimmer, soft dawn spilling through the cracks of drawn blinds. Gino was hunched in a chair, head tipped back, snoring like a chainsaw. Dom was folded sideways in a recliner that looked ready to snap under his weight. Nico was half–propped in his bed, eyes shut but his hand still threaded with Lola’s. And Lola herself… she slept, shallow but steady, her chest rising and falling in rhythm with the machines.

Enzo pushed upright, ignoring the way the world tilted. He sat there, elbows on his knees, breathing her in. Alive. Bruised and battered, but alive. His thumb brushed over the rough wrap on his palm, remembering how it had felt to hold her broken body, blood slick and hot.

He looked at her face–pale under the bruises, lips parted, lashes dark against silver hair–and something in his chest went quiet for the first time in days.

Later, there would be a conversation with Nico. Later, there would be war. But now? Now there was this: her hand within reach, the faint pulse of her heart steady in the air, the simple, brutal truth that she’d survived.

He leaned forward, brushed his knuckles lightly against her cheek, and let himself breathe. Just breathe.

Sixteen hours gone. Too much blood spent. But she was here. And so was he.

For now, that was enough.

The door opened quiet, soft shuffle of boots on tile.

Gino walked in first, cleaner shirt, hair damp from a recent shower, though the shadows under his eyes still betrayed him. Dom followed, carrying two coffees, looking like he’d finally managed a few hours on an actual mattress.

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Chapter 151

“You’re awake,” Gino said, relief in his tone but tempered, measured.

Enzo gave the barest nod..

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Dom set one of the coffees on the counter with a muttered, “About damn time.” His mouth tugged at a grin, but it was tired around the edges. “Don’t do that again, yeah?”

Enzo’s gaze cut to him, dark but not sharp. He let the silence be answer enough.

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