Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 17

Baba tilted her chin. “And the door?”

“I’ll have it fixed by this afternoon.”

Yaga stared a beat longer. Then finally stepped aside, letting them pass. “Go,” she said. “Before I get emotional and start hitting people.”

Her heart hadn’t stopped thudding since Baba’s voice had softened. ‘You coming back?‘

God, she didn’t know. She pulled herself straighter. Kept walking.

Enzo matched her stride, one step behind, quiet and solid and there. His crew followed close behind, heavy–footed and suspiciously silent, like a pack of hitmen trailing a girl in a sundress. And then she saw him. Gino. Leaning against the SUV like he hadn’t set this whole glitter–glazed disaster in motion, Smiling. Eating a banana. Like a psychopath. Red. She saw red.

“You-” she snapped.

Gino lit up. “Lola! Wow–look at you! You’re glowing! Is it the-?”

This motherfucker right here!

She didn’t let him finish. Her purse hit the pavement. And her fist hit his face. A clean, hard right hook. Knuckles straight to jaw. The crack was loud. Satisfying. Holy.

Gino reeled sideways, smacking into the SUV like it had betrayed him. “WHAT THE FU—”

“You DRUGGED ME!” she shouted. “AND HIM!”

He blinked, dazed. “Okay but–technically-”

She raised her fist again. Enzo’s arms were around her instantly, yanking her back against his chest like a seatbelt locking in during a crash.

“Easy, Gattina (kitten),” he murmured at her ear. “Not here.”

Her breath came fast. Her hands were still clenched.

Her pulse was chaos.

“He deserves it.”

“I know. You got him good.” His voice was velvet and steel. “And if you break his nose, we’ll be stuck with the whining the entire ride.”

Behind her, one of the guys let out a low whistle.

“Holy shit,” Dom said. “That was clean.”

Marco added. “That was personal.”

“Where the hell did you learn to hit like that?” Nico asked, blinking.

Lola exhaled, rolled her shoulders, and said like it was no big deal, “Baba had me start Judo when I was nine.”

That shut them up.

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“She said if I was gonna be small, I needed to be scary.” She shrugged. “Met the trainer during her madam days. He owed her a favor. She cashed it in and made him teach me for free.”

Marco blinked. “You serious?”

“I call her Baba Yaga for a reason, she’s terrifying. I might not look it,” Lola said sweetly, “but I can have every joint in a grown man’s body dislocated in under ten minutes. Less if he’s dumb.”

The crew collectively took a step back. Enzo stared like she was a divine punishment wrapped in bouquet.

“You know burial terms in Italian,” he murmured. “You’ve got a not–grandma who collects favors. You punch like a pro. And you showed up to a kidnapping in a goddamn sundress.”

Eat your heart out Enzo.

He stepped in front of her, eyes full of something wild and reverent. “Who are you?” He looked from eye to eye as if, if he looked hard enough he’d see where she began, at what might lie in the center of all the madness.

Lola tilted her head, lashes low, lips curved with quiet destruction. “You,” she said, “have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

I’m a genius with a touch of chaos and more mischievous than you think sir.

There was a pause. Then-

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” Gino groaned, still cradling his jaw. “But you didn’t have to punch me!”

Lola glared.

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