Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

Lola

If this wasn’t her life, she’d swear it was comedy. Four bloody mafia men, panting like rabid dogs, still locked in the awkward hugs she’d forced on them. The war room reeked of sweat, iron, and citrus tea.

That was when the suite door opened.

“Madonna santa!” [Holy Mother!]

The voice cracked through the room like a whip.

Enzo froze mid–breath. Nico went pale. Dom and Gino stiffened like kids caught stealing.

And then she swept in.

Tall. Raven–haired streaked with silver. Posture like a blade. She didn’t enter the room so much as take it.

Her eyes cut across the wreck–toppled chairs, files scattered, knuckles bleeding–before landing square on Lola, bruised and barefoot in Enzo’s shirt, tea mug clutched like it was her last line of defense.

“Four sons,” she snapped, voice sharp enough to draw blood, “and not one of you kept her safe? Vergogna! [Shame!]”

Then her palm cracked down–once, clean–on Dom’s head. Another for Gino. Nico next. Finally Enzo, the sting across his nose sharp enough Lola winced just watching. Four slaps, no hesitation.

The room went dead silent.

And she lost it.

The laugh burst out of her like a grenade, tearing her ribs wide open. Pain lanced hot and brutal with every breath, but it only made the laugh rougher, wetter, tears spilling from her eyes. She doubled forward, clutching her side, wheezing. “Get ‘em again!” she gasped, banging the table with her free hand. “God, do it again!”

Dom rubbed the back of his head, scowling. Gino muttered curses under his breath. Nico looked away, jaw tight. Even Enzo’s glare was thinner than usual, carved down to raw edges by the sight of her laughing–broken, bruised, but still alight.

The room shifted. The boys stiffened like soldiers under review. Ma flicked her hand toward them. “Go. Wash your faces. Coffee. Strong.”

They went, grumbling but obedient, the door closing heavy behind them.

Silence.

Ma turned back, gaze cutting sharp as a blade. “I am Signora Maraschi. But for you, amore [love]…” Her hand touched Lola’s cheek, warm but brief. “Call me Ma.”

Before Lola could respond, the younger woman finally stepped in, leaning against a chair with arms crossed, her grin sly. “Alessia. His sister.” Her eyes ran over Lola–barefoot, bruised, wrapped in Enzo’s shirt–before she smirked. “You look like hell. Still laughing. I think I like you already.”

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Chapter 161

Lola chuckled, ribs stabbing fire, and pressed her hand against her side. “Yeah, well–comedy’s cheaper than painkillers. Might as well make it a floor show.”

Ma shook her head once, sharp but not unkind. “Sit. Talk.”

Lola set her tea down, fingers trembling. Her chest tightened, but she lifted her chin. “Alright. To be completely transparent…” She glanced at Ma, then Alessia, and a grin tugged at her mouth. “We were both drugged at a party. When I woke up, he was tied to my bed. I panicked and threw a laya lamp at him.”

Alessia’s laugh cracked loud. “Oh my God-”

Even Ma’s brows flicked up.

“The guys, of course, came looking for him,” Lola continued, shrugging. “I’m not really even sure how it happened, but next thing we knew, we were engaged. Total accident.” She gestured down at herself–bruises, bandages, bare feet tucked under her. “But if this isn’t proof enough, I’m all in. He’s my anima gemella [soul mate].”

The words hung heavy.

Her throat burned, but she pushed forward. “After that came LA. I was kidnapped. Then the tattoo shop I work at blew up with me inside. Then I was taken again twice–by two different people this time–and ended up in the hospital. And now…” She picked up her tea, raising it like a toast. “Here we are.”

Silence.

Ma’s expression didn’t move, but her eyes softened just enough. “You’ve been through hell. And you’re still standing.”

Lola’s grin twisted, dark and sharp. “Yeah. Apparently I just keep leveling up every time I die. Like a video game or something.”

Alessia shook her head, still smiling like she couldn’t believe it. “Kidnapped him, threw a lava lamp, explosions, hospital… Jesus, Zo. She’s worse than you.”

Ma’s eyes swept to Lola’s bare hand. “You really are engaged? Yes?”

Lola nodded, throat dry. “Yes.”

Ma tilted her chin, sharp. “Then where is your ring, amore [love]? Did you lose it in the explosion?”

The words hit like glass. Lola’s gaze dropped to her hand

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empty, pale, bandaged. Her chest went tight.

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