Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160

Enzo

The war room smelled of burnt espresso and sleepless rage. Files and maps sprawled across the table, silverware from last night’s forgotten dinner shoved to the side. The weight of too many hours and too little control pressed into the walls.

Dom dropped into a chair first, muttering curses under his breath. Gino followed, cracking his knuckles like he was already itching to swing at someone. Nico came last—until Enzo stepped in with Lola in his arms.

She stiffened, chin tipping up like she might argue. Enzo’s grip tightened, and the protest withered against his chest. Bruised. Pale. Still shadowed under her eyes. She wasn’t walking anywhere. Not while he breathed.

He set her in the chair at his right, slow, careful. Nico slid a mug across the table. Orange tea, sharp citrus curling through the air–the same blend Baba Dotka always pressed into Lola’s hands when the world got too heavy.

Lola blinked at it, then at Nico. Her lashes fluttered as she inhaled the steam, hazel eyes softening, sparking gold.

Enzo caught it. The look she gave Nico. His jaw ticked. Later.

He planted his palms on the table, voice slicing through the quiet.

“The Russians fucked themselves the second they took her.”

Heads snapped up.

“They wanted Long Beach. Instead, they scattered their men, torched their houses, bled out their supply line.”

Gino leaned forward, mouth twisting. “Had the docks stacked, distro primed, crews ready. One move and the whole empire’s choking on

smoke.”

Dom shook his head. “Pulled out of safe houses, burned product. Rats chewing off their own tails.”

Enzo let the satisfaction thrum low in his chest. “We finish it. Every dock. Every stash. Every name tied to Dmitri–we cut them off the

map.”

Agreement rumbled around the table.

Enzo flipped the next folder open, fanning out black–and–white photos. His voice dropped, sharp steel.

“Bellandi.”

Rafael’s face stared back. Sharp cheekbones. Calm, cutting eyes.

Beside him, Lola froze. Her mug trembled in her hands.

Enzo’s pulse spiked. “What is it?”

Her voice came thin, rushed. “I… know him.“.

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The air fractured.

Enzo’s gaze narrowed. “How?”

“I tattooed him. In LA. At the expo. Introduced himself as Rafael. Polite, Sat like a statue, didn’t flinch once.”

Chairs screeched. Dom shoved half out of his seat. Gino’s fists clenched.

Enzo’s hand locked over hers, grip brutal. Polite. Sat still. Her hands on him. His skin under her needle. Fury burned black in his veins. Un–fucking–thinkable.

Lola swallowed. “The next night. At the bar. I was drugged.”

Nico’s fist cracked against the table, files jumping. “You think that’s chance? He sits in your chair one night, and the next you’re half- conscious at a bar?”

Dom spat. “That was Ballandi. No doubt.”

Enzo’s jaw ached, voice like broken glass. “And then Vegas. The Russians‘ club. He took her. Walked her out from under their lights.”

Lola’s breath hitched. Her eyes stayed locked on the photo, wide, glassy. “I remember…”

The room stilled.

Lola’s voice cut low. “After Sherry… in the car. My head was in his lap. He was pressing down here-” her hand touched her side, keeping me from bleeding out. His driver took me to the hospital.”

The silence snapped, jagged and violent.

Nico’s chair toppled as he shot to his feet, fury carved across his face. “He put his hands on you? Kept you breathing?!” His chest heaved, voice cracking sharp. “And we let him get that close?”

Dom bristled, jaw tight. “We didn’t fucking let-”

Nico moved first. His fist connected with Dom’s jaw, snapping his head sideways. The crack echoed through the room.

Dom reeled, blood at his lip, then launched back at Nico, a wild swing that caught his shoulder and sent them both crashing into the table. Files scattered like confetti, mugs spilled tea and blood across the wood.

Gino’s chair screeched back, his fists curling. “Oh, fuck this-” He lunged, grabbing Nico by the collar, yanking him off Dom. Nico twisted, snarling, catching Gino across the cheek with a blind hook.

That was enough. Enzo’s pulse roared in his ears. He surged up, chair crashing behind him, and drove a fist into Gino’s ribs. The big man grunted, swung back, and Enzo caught it on his jaw, teeth rattling.

Then it was all chaos–four bodies, fists and curses and blood in every direction. Nico and Dom locked, teeth bared, rage too sharp to leash. Gino’s forearm slammed across Enzo’s chest, shoving him into the wall. Enzo answered with an elbow, sharp and vicious, splitting skin. Nico’s knee drove into Dom’s gut; Dom headbutted back, both of them spitting,red.

The den shook with it–wood groaning, mugs shattering, grunts and snarls like animals tearing each other apart. Enzo caught the tang of

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