Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163

Enzo dropped into his chair, posture composed, though his veins still hummed with fury.

“I had planned to bring her to the family home,” he said, voice even. “So you could meet her properly. But business has been… complicated.”

Alessia arched a brow, mouth already curling. “Complicated? Dmitri tries to take the ports, his club goes up in flames, she gets snatched twice–yeah, I’d call that complicated.”

Ma’s look cut her short, though her eyes flicked with the same heat. She set her cup down, precise, the porcelain hitting wood like punctuation. “The house is her home now too. Don’t make us wait long to see her there.”

Not my house. Not the house. Our house. Their home. The Maraschi estate tucked into the mountains of Park City–fortress and hearth both. Stone walls older than Enzo, glass that reflected snow like fire when the sun hit it, land that stretched farther than the eye could measure. A place where outsiders never stepped foot without permission. A place where family mattered more than anything.

Enzo inclined his head. “You won’t.”

The conversation stretched long after that, winding through business and bloodlines, through family ties and looming wars. They talked ports, supply chains, Dmitri’s rats chewing their own tails, Rafael’s shadow stretching where it shouldn’t. They talked about what came next, about the risks, about the weight every decision carried.

But they also talked family. About his father. About Alessia’s antics in New York. About what Ma had seen in Lola already–bravery, foolishness, fire. For hours, the war receded. For hours, Enzo remembered what it felt like to be part of something older than all of this.

The day shifted around them, morning bleeding into afternoon, afternoon into the long stretch of evening. The suite’s light changed with it–gold spilling through glass, then dimming, giving way to the neon blaze of Vegas at night.

Enzo barely noticed the time until Ma pushed back her chair, smoothing her jacket. Alessia rose with her, stretching like a cat, smirking all the while.

“We’ll shop. Get things ready,” Ma said, touching Enzo’s arm with quiet firmness. “She should be welcomed properly when she comes.”

Alessia grinned, sharp and mischievous as always. “And maybe next time without all the bruises.”

Enzo only inclined his head. He wouldn’t promise her that. Bruises were part of this life. Bruises meant she was still alive to bear them.

The door closed behind them, silence sprawling wide in their wake.

Enzo leaned back in his chair, dragging a hand down his face. His knuckles stung, jaw ached, ribs were tender from Gino’s swing. None of it mattered.

The day was gone. Tomorrow would bring war again–Russians, Bellandi, every name spread across the table waiting to be burned. Tomorrow he would take a blade to all of it and carve their empire down to dust.

But tonight, Lola was safe in his bed. His family had seen her. Had looked at her and, in their own sharp, ruthless way, claimed her.

And she had called him anima gemella [twin soul].

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Chapter 163

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