Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 159

Accidentally Yours

Chapter 159

Enzo

Enze let the silence hang, the fox gleaming between them like a threat carved in crystal. Finally, he stood, his chair sliding back with quiet finality.

“That’s enough for tonight,” he said, voice carrying the weight of command. “We’ll meet in the morning. Go over ports, Bellandi, the Russians–everything. For now, she needs rest.”

No one argued.

He rounded the table, bent, and scooped Lola into his arms before she could protest. She tried, of course–her chin lifting, lips parting with a half–hearted I can walk–but the words died against his chest when he tightened his hold.

“Not tonight,” he murmured.

Her weight settled into him, her stubbornness muted by exhaustion. He carried her through the suite, laid her gently against cool sheets, and tugged one of his shirts over her head. She curled instinctively into the pillow, lashes lowering. Enzo brushed her hair back, pressed his lips to her temple, and stayed until her breathing evened out.

When he slipped from the room, the suite was hushed. Chairs pushed in, glasses abandoned, shadows stretched long. The fox was gone from the table, tucked away for tomorrow’s war.

Nico lingered in the hall like a man pacing a cage. Enzo didn’t speak, just jerked his chin toward the balcony. Nico followed.

The night air hit cool and clean, Vegas spread wide below them in a sprawl of neon and shadow. Enzo lit the joint, drew in once, then passed it over, smoke curling sharp between them.

“Figured we needed something to take the corners off,” he said.

Nico took it, exhaled toward the skyline, shoulders tight.

Enzo leaned against the rail, eyes on the dark horizon. Silence stretched–comfortable, charged—until he finally broke it, voice casual but edged.

“So…” he said, tone deceptively light. “You think huckleberries grow on a vine or on a bush?”

Nico froze mid–drag. His jaw ticked once. “Even if you hadn’t heard, Zo, I was going to tell you. After she was missing… there was no denying it anymore. I couldn’t lie to myself, and I won’t lie to you.”

His voice came rough, stripped bare. “I love her. Not a crush. Not something I can bury. It’s in me now. And when she was gone, it hollowed me out. I knew then. And I knew I had to tell you, no matter what it cost.”

Enzo turned, slow and deliberate, black eyes unblinking. “You think I didn’t know? The way you look at her? The way she softens for you, like she doesn’t even mean to? You think I missed that?”

Nico flinched, guilt flashing before he steadied himself. “Then why-”

“Because she’s still breathing,” Enzo cut in, sharp as glass. “If you love her, then you fight like hell to keep her breathing. I can live with

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that. What I can’t live with is her gone.” His voice dropped, brutal in its honesty. “I’d rather share her heart with you than bury her body.

without you.”

The words cracked the air. Nico’s breath hitched, stunned.

“Pve killed men for touching what’s mine,” Enzo went on, jaw tight. “But you’re not them. You’re my blood in every way that matters. You love her? Then you bleed for her. You fight for her. You die for her. Same as me.”

The silence that followed was heavy, holy. A truth that carved men down and remade them.

Enzo’s gaze stayed locked on him. “You think I don’t hate it? That I don’t want to rip it out by the root? But she’s not just mine, Nico. She’s yours too. And we’re both already ruined for her.”

Nico swallowed hard, throat working. “So what do we do?”

Enzo dragged in a slow breath, tasting smoke and truth, and let it out like an oath. “What we’ve always done. We stand together. Protect her. And if loving her tears us to pieces…” His eyes burned. “…then we bleed side by side.”

The night wrapped tight around them, neon fires blazing below. For the first time, they weren’t just brothers in blood and battle. They were brothers in love.

Nico let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. “You know this changes everything. Us. Her. All of it.”

“Only if we let it,” Enzo said.

“And if she lets it?” Nico asked quietly.

That hit harder than Enzo wanted to admit. He thought of Lola’s laugh against his chest, her body curling into him like she belonged there. But he also thought of her smile for Nico, the trust she gave him too.

“She loves you,” Enzo said finally, the words bitter.

“Not like she loves you,” Nico shot back.

Enzo’s jaw flexed. “Maybe not. But it’s there. And I can’t unsee it.”

The air pulsed heavy between them.

Nico’s voice dropped, raw. “You’d let her walk away from you? Just… let her go?”

For a long moment, Enzo didn’t answer. He tipped his head back to the stars, the thought hollowing him out. Finally, his voice came low, dangerous in its honesty.

“…Probably not.”

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