Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 166

Chapter 166

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He should have torn the door off its hinges.

That’s what every

instinct told him when he walked in and saw Nien stretched across his bed with Lola curled against him. Flis Lola.

Her cheek pressed to Nico’s chest, fingers curled in his shirt, the blanket drawn high around her shoulders. The movie credits rolled lazy. across the screen, mocking him with their indifference.

For a breath, Enzo froze. His rage was volcanic–fists itching to tear Nico’nway, Jaw tight with the urge to kill. But then she shifted. Just the barest twitch of her fingers, holding tighter to Nico’s shirt.

It gutted him.”

She’s alive. She’s breathing. Don’t ruin it.

The only thing that stopped him from breaking the world in half was the reminder of her blood on hospital sheets, her body limp in his arms, her laugh still echoing in his bones,

So he turned. Walked into the hall. Let

the

shower scald his skin.

Steam filled the room, fogging the glass, but nothing burned hot enough to cauterize the jealousy crawling through him. His palms braced against the tile, his head dropped, water beating down

Images collided: Nico’s arm around her, Lola’s lashes resting against his chest, the sound of her laugh in Nico’s throat. It was wrong. It was unthinkable. And yet-

He steadies her the same way I do. He

loves her the same way I do. And fuck me,

part

of me doesn’t hate it.

That thought undid him worse than rage

ever could

He’d shared women before. Fucked beside his men before. But this wasn’t that. This was his soul tangled up with hers, and Nico’s soul tangled too. And now the three of them were chained whether they wanted it or not.

Enzo slammed a palm against the tile, water splashing, echoing through the bathroom like a gunshot.

I should hate him for it. I should end it now. But if keeping her breathing means bleeding with him, maybe I can live with it. Maybe.

The thought was poison and balm at once. He could already see it–how she’d laugh tomorrow, how Nice would reach for her without thinking, how Enzo’s own hand would tighten to remind them both that she was still his first, his always. The storm building between the three of them wasn’t going away. It was only sharpening

When he finally came back, the movie had ended. Nico hadn’t moved. Neither had she.

Enzo crossed the room, every step measured, heavy with decision. The mattress dipped as he slid in behind her. He curved his body around hers, careful with her stitches, careful with her bruises. His face buried in her hair, breathing her in like she was the only thing tethering him to this earth. His hand slipped down, wrapping around her inner thigh. Not forceful. Not rough. Just there. Claiming. Anchoring.

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Her heath hitched. Nico’s chest rose under her cheek, steady bit sharp.

Enzo let the silence hang, then dropped his voler low against her neck–saft enough that rely they would ever hear him.

“Tomorrow….. we’ll strip you down, see how much of you s

u still aches. And you won’t he standing.

Lola’s breath caught. Now’s d

Enzo closed his eyes, pressed his mouth into her hair.

Let’s see if any of us survives tomorrow.

Nico

What. The. Fuck.

we’re done.”

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The words detonated in Nico’s skull the second Enzo said it: Tomorrow… we’ll strip you down, see how much of you still aches. And you won’t be standing by the time we’re done.

He didn’t flinch. Couldn’t. Lola was curled against him, warm and soft, her head on his chest, breath feathering through his shirt. Enzo was pressed to her back, his hand wrapped around her thigh like he’d planted a flag,

The bed was a minefield. One wrong shift and it would explode.

Nico’s lungs burned, but he kept them steady hear it.

ready for her. I

His pulse? That was another story, Hammering hard enough he was sure she could

that. He doesn’t mean that. Christ, he means it

He can’t mean

Because Enzo never said anything he bled.

he didn’t

mean. Not like that. Not in that low, lethal voice–the one that always came before somence

And Nico? He wasn’t bleeding. Not yet. But he would. He knew it.

He forced his eyes on the ceiling, jaw clenched, every nerve in him lit up. The worst part wasn’t even the words. It was the way Enzo sald

We

Not him. Not me. Us.

the

Nico wanted to laugh. Or punch something. Or both. Because he’d spent months burying it–the way Lola’s laugh cracked him open, way she touched his arm like he wasn’t a weapon, the way she looked at him like he wasn’t just Enzo’s shadow. And then tonight, she’d said it out loud: both or none.

Now here was Enzo, sliding into bed, pressing his face into her hair, saying it too in his own twisted way.

The bastard meant to drive him insane. And it was working.

He shifted a little under Lola, careful not to wake her. His chest ached where her head rested, the weight of her small frame pinning him

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