Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179

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The call came like a knife to the spine.

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“Boss, uh–you might want to know… There’s someone in the studio with her.”

That was all the security guard managed before Enzo hung up.

Careless, Fucking dead.

The phone cracked under the pressure of his grip, plastic creaking. He turned so sharply Dom had to sidestep to avoid colliding. “With

1. me.

No one hesitated.

“lake?” Gino barked into his own phone as they fell into stride, boots pounding marble.

Static, then Jake’s voice–tight, clipped. “Ballandi. Facial match is clean. Cameras didn’t catch him entering–he ghosts until he’s already inside. He’s in.”

Rafael.

Enzo’s vision tunneled.

The bastard was in her space.

His jaw locked until bone groaned under the pressure. His teeth ground together so hard his skull rang with it. Every pulse of blood came like a hammer to the ribs.

Lola. Alone. With him.

The hallway blurred. Dom cursed, Gino’s breathing clipped, Nico’s sharp inhale like a blade. None of it mattered. Every second was a stretch of hot wire dragging through Enzo’s chest. Every beat of time was another opportunity Ballandi had to touch her, corner ber, speak her name

The elevator ride was hell–boxed silence, only the echo of boots and the weight of violence pressing the air thin.

If he’s touched her, I’ll end him in the space of a breath. If he’s looked at her like-

Don’t picture it. Don’t let the image form.

The

doors

slid open.

There is was, her studio,

And Rafael Ballandi stood right in the middle of it.

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Chançoal sait. He wasn’t armed, not vishly. Didn’t need to be. His presence was enough

but Enso didn’t see him first…

He sme her

Lala

Notebook at her feet. Pen still in her hand like a blade. Chin Upped up in

is that unbreakable defiance she always wore.

But her eyes-

Wide. Flickering. Glassy in a way he had never seen.

Brave, yes. But standing on glass legs.

Christ, gattina [kitten). Even now, pretending you’re steel when you’re splintering.

Enzo’s chest squeezed so violently he thought his ribs might snap inward. He’d carried her limp out of explosions, held her broken in hospital beds, watched her face down men with knives without flinching. And here she was–shaking under the weight of presence alone.

Rafael’s gaze didn’t flicker when the crew stormed in. Didn’t even glance their way. His eyes stayed on her, steady and unhurried, like she was the only soul in the room.

“You don’t hide as well as you think,” Rafael

el murmured, voice silk over stone. “Cinnamon. Lola Marlowe. And…” He let the pause stretch, savoring the twist like a knife point sinking deeper. “Lolana Wilmore.”

The pen slipped from her fingers. The clatter against concrete rang out like a gunshot.

Enzo’s gut tore open.

She didn’t bend to pick it up. Didn’t breathe. Her shoulders locked but her chest hitched, eyes going wide and vacant all at once. Catatonic.

Not fearless.

Not untouchable.

Shattered

His diavoletta (little devill–who had laughed through broken ribs, who had spat fire in hospital beds, who had defied men twice her size with nothing but wit and teeth–folded under a single name.

What the fuck did he just do to you?

Nico’s inhale cut sharp beside him, his fists twitching like they needed something to break. Dom muttered a curse, low and ugly, his stance widening like he might lunge at any second. Gino’s hands clenched white at his sides, his eyes locked on Lola, fary etched across his face.

But Enzo-

Enzo couldn’t look at them. Couldn’t see anything but her and the bastard who’d put that look on her face.

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How do you know that name? How fucking date you say it out loud?

Rafael smiled, slow and deliberate, is sharp cheekbones throwing shadow, He looked like patience incarnate. Like this was a game and he was winning

“You should be grateful,” Rafael said, his voice silk over gloss, cutting and smooth. “She breathes because of me. And in our world, a debt like that is sacred.”

The words detonated.

Life debt.

The air thickened, razor–sharp, heavy enough to choke.

Dom’s jaw ticked, rage written in every taut line of muscle. Gino’s mutter scraped low, venomous. Nica looked seconds from exploding. fire bleeding through the cracks in his composure.

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