Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 202

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Dottie settled back in the chair, cane leaning against her shoulder, eyes glittering like she’d been waiting years for this room. Smoke still clung to her scarf, a sharp reminder she’d been living long enough not to care about what killed her.

She let the silence drag just long enough for Dom’s scowl to deepen and Jake’s fingers to stutter once on the keys. Then she spoke.

“You boys think Dmitri was your storm. Think Russians and turf lines and smuggling routes were the mountain to climb.” Her gaze cut across the table, pinning each of them in turn before it landed on Lola. “That was a hill. Pebble on the road. What’s ahead of you? That’s avalanche.”

Lola shifted beside him, her hands knotted tight in her hoodie sleeves. He felt the heat rising under her skin, anger bubbling where the grief had been.

Enzo stayed still, his jaw tight. “Say it plain, Dottie.”

Her smirk didn’t reach her eyes. “Plain is this: you already know the name, or you wouldn’t be sniffing at the edges. Academy.” She spat the word like it burned her tongue. “You think it’s rumor. A story gangsters tell each other to make themselves feel small. But I’ve seen the shadows it leaves. Men and women walking out of nowhere into power, polished like glass, soulless like statues. Children funneled through like cattle, turned into assets. Sold.”

The word cracked sharp. Lola flinched.

Her voice was quieter now, but every syllable rang like iron. “Not just mob hands. Not just cartels. Senators. Bankers. Judges. Anyone with the right wallet and the right filth in their bloodline. Dmitri? He was nothing. He bought scraps. You want to know why Nico’s gone?”

“Don’t.” Lola’s voice split, raw.

Dottie leaned forward, elbows heavy on the table. “Then don’t ask me to sugarcoat, bug. Your boy wasn’t killed by some bratva rat with a twitchy–trigger. He was taken because someone out there wants you hollow. Wants you obedient.” Her cane tapped once against the floor, sharp as a gavel. “Because they know what you are, and they don’t like their investments running loose.”

The temperature in the room shifted. Gino’s shoulders went tight as pulled wire. Dom muttered a curse. Even Jake’s fingers paused mid-

type.

Lola’s head snapped up. Her fingers clamped the edge of the table so hard it creaked. “They killed him to hollow me out?” she whispered, voice soft at first and then hardening like steel. “They ripped him away because they want me empty–so they can stitch whatever they like into the seams.”

She rose so fast the chair complained. The room inhaled and held its breath.

“Fine.” Her eyes were knives now. “Then I’ll jam a pyre into that hole and feed them the flames. I’ll trace every ledger to its rotten root, strip their names from their pedestals, and leave nothing but ash where they thought they could catalog me.”

The sentence landed like a detonator.

Enzo watched the shift–this was no longer the reckless spark that used to laugh in the dark. This was careful, precise, hungry. There was a silence around her now that carried teeth. She looked like a storm about to make landfall: inevitable, unavoidable annihilation.

He didn’t answer with words. He locked his fingers over hers beneath the table, a hard anchor. The squeeze said what the room didn’t need spoken: I’m with you. I go where you go. Always.

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