Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 187

The alert blinked once, soft against the dark of the screen.

A name.

Not just any name–the one that had cluded every scrape, every crawler, every back–channel whisper for years. A ghost suddenly visible again.

He sat forward, eyes narrowing, pulse steady. Controlled. But inside, hunger snapped awake.

So she was alive.

His fingers drummed against the polished desk, the sound sharp in the silence. Behind him, glass cases gleamed with their orderly contents–files, medals, photographs. Proof of what had been taken, shaped, owned. Neat. Complete.

All but one.

The gap-

The space he had left empty. Waiting.

For her.

The only one who had slipped through his hands. The one who had looked at him with too–old eyes, unimpressed, as though she’d already measured his worth and dismissed it. That memory had never dulled.

And now the file sat open again, blinking on his screen. Thin, incomplete, outdated–but enough to confirm she was back on the board.

Vegas.

His lips curved faint, humorless.

She thought she’d disappeared. Thought she’d escaped.

But ghosts can’t hide forever.

He reached for the intercom, pressed the button. His voice slid out calm, even, every syllable measured.

“Start pulling the thread. Someone’s sniffing around the Witmore file. I want to know who.”

A crackle of acknowledgment

st came back. He released the button, gaze still on the blinking name,

The hunt

it wasn’t over.

It had just begun.

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Accidentally Yours

Chapter 188

Enzo

The war room stank of ink, sweat, and late nights. Maps and manifests sprawled across the table like a body gutted open. Black X’s carved over Dusitu’s supply lines. Red circles on warehouses already turned to ash.

Dom leaned forward, palms braced, voice a grow. “We’ve got him cornered. Three houses burned this week. He’s running on fumes.”

Gino jabbed a finger at the map, scarred knuckle tapping. “This warehouse here–the Strip–adjacent one? That’s the last artery in Vegas. He pushes anything through there, and when we cut it, he’s finished,”

Enzo didn’t move. He let the words hang, the weight of inevitability pressing heavy against

this r

ribs.

Six weeks. Every cut counts.

His men were restless, blood buzzing under their skin, but he forced his voice low. “Do it, Strip it clean. No loose ends.”

Dom’s mouth curved sharp. Gino nodded once.

It was nearly done.

But even as the meeting wound down, Enzo’s mind wasn’t in the room. Not fully. His body was there, voice issuing orders, but the rest of him was elsewhere. Back in the suite. On a couch with too many throw pillows and a duck in novelty clothes. With her.

Always her.

When the others left, Enzo stayed. The room emptied of sound except for the low hum of his laptop. Not Dmitri’s files this time. Something else. Something private.

The screen glowed with blues and golds: an island,

Palm trees bent in ocean wind. White sand stretched endless. Villas tucked back behind glass and stone. No neighbors. No paper trail. No one to answer to. It would sit in her name–hers alone. A forever paradise carved out of a blood–soaked world.

He sat back, jaw tight.

Picture it. Gattina’s kitten’s barefoot in the sand, hair on fire against the sun. No bruises. No debts. Just hers. Just ours.

Then Nico’s face intruded on the thought–the way she leaned into him, let him rub her calves until her groans of pain turned to sighs of relief. Jealousy scorched hot, savage and ugly. But beneath it was something heavier, slower.

Enzo shut the laptop with a snap. The island would wait. Dmitri wouldn’t.

The suite hummed with windows.

And there she was.

sitcom laughter when he got home, canned audience laughs spilling bright against the hush of Vegas beyond the

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Lala sprawled on the couch bu an oversized handle, sleeves swallowing her hands. Hair loose around her shoulders, still damp from her showet. Archie sat beside het like he belonged, wearing a ridiculous white T–shirt stretched across his chest: My Mommy. A bowl of popcom rested between them, and the duck was angled toward it like he was part of the joke.

Nies sat at the other end of the couch, her legs draped across his lap. His big hands kneaded the tight muscles of her calves, thumbs pressing deep into knots.

Lola groaned like a martyr, tossing her head back. “I’m dying. I swear I’m dying. Who knew muscles could betray me like this?”

Nico smirked faintly, fingers digging until she yelped. “You’ll live.”

She tried to kick him, weak for once, toes brushing his chest. “You’re enjoying this.”

“Maybe,” he said, unrepentant.

Enzo dropped onto the arm of the couch, close enough to smell the faint citrus tang hair, voice low. “You should rest. Not drag yourself back there tomorrow.”

of her shampoo. He brushed his hand through her

Her lashes fluttered open, hazel eyes sparking even through exhaustion. She caught his hand, threading their fingers together. “Rest? Not really my choice, Enzo. Pretty sure he’s punishing me for being late.” She smirked, faint but reckless. “Story of my life.”

Her bravado faltered then, softer at the edges. She looked between them–him on one side, Nico on the other–and let out a breath. “On a completely separate note. Thank you. For waiting. For giving me space. I know it hasn’t been easy.”

Enzo’s chest clenched like a fist. Nico’s jaw ticked, but he didn’t pull his hands from her legs

She thinks patience is mercy. Doesn’t she see? We’d burn the world before we’d risk breaking her like that.

Enzo leaned in, pressed his lips to her temple. “We’ll wait as long as you need.”

“Easy for you to say,” Nico muttered, though his hands kept moving slow and careful.

Lola laughed, softer now, curling further into the cushions. “See? Perfect balance. Enzo the patient saint, Nico the impatient menace. Guess I’ve got both ends covered ”

Archie quacked once as if agreeing, the ridiculous shirt bunching at

his sides.

For the first time

e that week, Enzo almost smiled.

The TV blurred on, another episode rolling. Lola curled sideways now, head resting on Enzo’s thigh, Archie tucked in her arms like a plush toy. Nico was still kneading slow circles into her calves, though his eyes were heavy, lids threatening to drop.

Enzo stroked a line down her hair, unable to

o help

himself. Then he spoke.

“I’ve been planning something.”

pen, slow and lazy. “Planning what?”

Her eyes cracked open,

“A vacation,” he said simply. “When Dmitri’s finished. When this is done. An island. No phones. No neighbors. No paper trail. Just us.”

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Her eyes stud wide, sleep pone lit an instant. She sat up

He noddest ne

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