Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162

Enzo

The voices blurred, but what mattered was Lola’s silence.

She sat to his right, shoulders hunched, fingers slack around her mug. The tea Dottie had sworn by still steamed faintly, citrus and orange peel cutting through the burnt scent of old coffee, but she wasn’t drinking it. Her eyes had drifted somewhere far away, locked on her bare finger, on what wasn’t there.

The sight of her like that–hollowed out, staring at her hand as if it had betrayed her–made something in his chest splinter. He could watch a man die without blinking. He could order a street torched without remorse. But Lola? Sitting here fragile and silent, thinking about the ring he thought was just a piece of strategy? That undid him in ways he didn’t know how to name.

He reached out, touched her wrist, low enough so the others couldn’t hear. “Amore, not to be rude, but you need rest.”

The words came firm, sharper than he intended. He tempered them with something softer, letting his thumb trace the inside of her wrist. “Come. Back to bed.”

She blinked slowly, like surfacing from underwater, and tried to shake her head. He didn’t let her.

In one motion he slid his arm under her knees, the other braced against her back, and lifted her clear off the chair. She gasped, ribs pulling with a sharp breath, but her chin found its way into his shoulder without protest. Too tired to argue. Too worn down to fight him. That told him everything.

Enzo carried her out of the den and through the suite, ignoring the eyes he felt tracking them from the table. The war room wasn’t for her tonight. She’d given them enough. More than enough.

The bedroom was quiet, curtains drawn against the noon glare, the air cooler here. He lowered her carefully onto the mattress, laying her against the pillows as though she were porcelain that might shatter if he let go too quickly. The oversized shirt she wore had slipped low on one shoulder; he straightened it gently, tugging the blankets high over her chest. She looked small there. Too small. And it carved him open in a way fists and bullets never could.

His hand brushed her hair back, fingers lingering at her temple. He bent closer, his voice a rasp meant only for her. “We’ll find your ring. I’m glad you loved it.”

The admission burned his throat. He hadn’t thought she cared beyond the necessity of it–that it had been nothing more than another disguise, another layer to their performance. He’d never expected her to clutch it the way she had, to ache for it once it was gone. Seeing her hollowed by its absence gutted him.

Her lips curved faintly. “I did.”

That tiny smile, that quiet truth, was worth more than every ounce of gold sitting in the vault downstairs.

He kissed her temple, lingering there long enough to feel her exhale. “Rest.”

Her lashes lowered, breaths evening into soft, steady pulls. He waited. Watched until he was sure sleep had taken her, until the tension bled from her shoulders and the pulse under her skin slowed into calm. Only then did he stand.

Nico was waiting outside, broad frame braced against the doorframe like a sentinel. Enzo’s voice was low, edged with command. “Stay with

her.”

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Chapter 162

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