Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

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The hotel smelled like lemon soap and recycled air, the kind of clean that money buys when it wants to hide fingerprints. Lola crossed the lobby like she belonged there, gym bag on one shoulder, heartbeat steady enough to lie.

She’d texted Jake on the way up, a single line: Need a favor. Quiet.

He’d replied with an access code to the sublevel he used as his cave.

Jake’s tech den was cold and humming. Screens washed the walls in blue light, lines of code scrolling like rainfall. He didn’t look surprised when she slipped inside, just gestured with his coffee mug like that counted as hello.

“I need you to look into a name,” she said, voice low. “Lucian Rinaldi. Don’t flag it. Don’t mention it. Especially not to Enzo.”

Jake’s brow furrowed. “You don’t usually come to me for ghosts.”

“I don’t usually have one,” she said. “I just want to know if it’s real before I decide how to feel about it.”

Because if I’m wrong, I’m paranoid. If I’m right, I’m hunted.

He set his mug down. “How deep?”

“Quiet deep,” she said. “If someone’s scrubbed it, I don’t want to be the reason it gets noticed again.”

Jake started typing, eyes flicking between screens. “All right. You’ll owe me something.”

“Put it on my tab.”

The keys clacked for a while. Data flickered, ran, erased itself. His face shifted from bored to intent, and then to something she didn’t like -focus sharpened by caution.

“You remember this name from where?” he asked, not looking up.

“When I was nine,” she said. “Before I ran. It’s the one piece of that day I can’t see clearly, Everything else plays like film–every voice, every smell. But not that one. It’s like someone fogged the reel.”

He nodded slowly. “Trauma does that.”

“Yeah,” she said, jaw tight. “So does being rewritten.”

Jake didn’t comment. His fingers kept moving. The room filled with quiet, the kind that builds when a secret gets too close to being born.

After a few seconds he said, “Digital footprint’s sterile. Too sterile. Either the man doesn’t exist or someone paid to make it look that way.”

“Which means he exists,” she said.

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Jake nodded once. “I’ll keep digging. Carefully. You’ll know first if something moves.”

She exhaled through her nose, nodding. “Thanks, Jake.”

He gave her a small look, the kind that asked ten questions without words and went back to typing.

She stepped out into the hallway, the soundproof door closing soft behind her. The air out here was heavier. Her phone buzzed in her

hand: Enzo.

Wear something comfortable. I’ll be late. Don’t forget I love you.

She smiled. He had a way of making even plain words feel like gravity; steady, quiet, and warm in a way she never quite got used to.

Comfortable. Sure. That means no cloths.

She hit the elevator button and waited. The lobby below her was a blurred collage of sound and light, the faint music of money pretending not to care.

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