Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158

A fox. Small, cut from crystal, its tails fanning behind it in perfect, gleaming arcs.

“We found this at the hospital before we left,” she said. Her fingers lingered on the glass, tracing the curve of its back. “No one knows how it got there.”

The table went still.

Enzo’s lungs locked tight. He didn’t need her to say it. He felt it in his bones, in the way her hand stayed pressed against that thing like it burned. It could have happened again. Someone had been in her room, inches from her, close enough to take her without a sound. Close enough to finish what the blast hadn’t.

Heat flared in his chest, molten and brutal. He wanted blood. He wanted to tear the walls apart brick by brick until he found who had left their mark so smugly in his woman’s space.

But Lola’s eyes found his, steady despite the tremor in her fingers. And what he saw there split him open. Not fear. Not even anger. Just the quiet knowledge of how close she’d come to being gone.

His jaw clenched, his hand closing over hers on the table, pinning her palm against the crystal fox. “Not again,” he said, voice low and lethal. “Not ever again.”

No one argued. Not Dom, not Gino, not Nico. Because they all felt it too.

The crystal fox caught the light and threw it back in fractured pieces. No one touched it.

Dom was the first to break. He let out a harsh laugh that held no humor. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. Sneaking into Russian turf. like it’s ladies‘ night?” His chair scraped as he leaned forward, eyes blazing at Lola. “What the hell were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I could help,” Lola shot back, chin lifting. “And I did.”

Nico’s palm cracked against the table, silverware jumping. His voice came out rough, shredded with panic disguised as rage.

“Help? That’s what you call this? Wigs and paint, slipping into Dmitri’s club while every junkie and shark in that place would’ve sold you out for a line–and none of us knew? Not me. Not anyone.” His chest heaved, finger stabbing at the fox like he wanted to shatter it. “Then this shows up in your hospital room. They were close enough to touch you. To take you. And we wouldn’t have known until it was too

late.”

He leaned forward, shoulders tight, eyes blazing on her like he could pin her to the chair with nothing but will. “You don’t get it, Lo. You don’t just risk yourself when you pull shit like this. You risk all of us. You risk me. So don’t you dare call this helping when all I see is you betting your life like it costs nothing.”

The words cracked the air, jagged and raw.

Enzo felt the truth of them hit, a blade twisted in his own chest. Not just fury. Fear. Nico’s fear. The kind that clawed and tore because he loved her too, because losing her would rip him apart just as surely as it would Enzo.

Jealousy burned low in his gut–not rage, not even anger, just a brutal awareness. Nico loved her. She loved Nico. And Lola was his. All of that could coexist, but Christ, it was a lot to hold without breaking.

Enzo’s grip on her hand tightened, grounding himself in her pulse even as the weight of it pressed down.

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Chapter 158

Silence thickened, heavy with fury and fear.

Gino dragged a hand down his face, exhaling sharp through his nose. “Jesus Christ, Lo. I thought Dom was the reckless one.” His gaze cut to Enzo. “She’s got bigger balls than any of us, but if someone was close enough to drop that shiny little omen on her nightstand without a single guard catching it? That ain’t bravery. That’s suicide.”

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