Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 47

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Chapter 47

Lola

Her hair was still damp from the shower, curling at the ends in soft, defiant waves. She walked beside Enzo through the dark hallway, clean clothes hugging her skin like they’d been worn before, like they knew her already.

He didn’t touch her.

But she could feel him.

A warmth at her side. A presence that filled the air like a storm before the thunder.

When he opened the rooftop door, the scent of grilled meat and cigars drifted out into the night air. There was music–something low, something classic- and the kind of laughter that came from people who have known each other for years and have no walls with each other.

She let herself smile.

Let this be easy.

Nico

Nico clocked them the second they walked in–Lola in sleek black leggings and a cropped jacket, towel–damp hair loose, skin flushed from the shower.

Enzo followed close behind, shirtless under an open linen button–up like he hadn’t just disappeared for three days and come back acting like it was nothing.

What struck Nico wasn’t how she looked.

It was how she moved.

Chin high. Shoulders down. Like she wasn’t checking for danger.

Like–for the first time since he’d met her–she didn’t feel like the room was against her.

He leaned toward Marco without taking his eyes off her. “She’s not bracing anymore.”

Marco nodded. “Feels different tonight.”

“Yeah,” Nico said, a little quieter. “It does.”

Dom

Dom watched her settle into the seat beside Enzo–legs folded, chin propped on her fist, a lazy, lethal little smile tugging at her lips as she reached across the table and stole a fry from Marco’s plate like she’d been doing it for years.

She didn’t ask.

Didn’t test the waters.

Just took what she wanted.

And Enzo?

Didn’t blink.

ྃ་ཏྲྰཾ་ཏྲྰཾ་རྡོ་ཞོ་༑

Dom took a drink and hid his grin. “She’s got him by the fucking throat,” he muttered to Nico.

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“She hasn’t even started squeezing yet,” Nico replied.

Dom snorted. “He’s gonna thank her for it when she does.”

Marco

Marco sat in the corner, bourbon in hand, listening more than speaking. Watching the way Lola’s laugh wasn’t sharp anymore–it was low, real. The kind that shook her shoulders a little. The kind that didn’t look rehearsed.

But he noticed something else, too.

Enzo watched her like she was the first thing he’d seen in color.

And for Enzo Marchesi–that was new.

“No, this one’s good. So, picture this–Enzo shows up at the shelter wearing a full suit. Black–on–black. No expression. Looks like the goddamn Grim Reaper. Lady at the counter’s already sweating.”

“She asked him if he had experience with dogs and he said–I shit you not–‘I’ve dealt with loyalty before.“” Gino wiped a tear from his eye. “She flagged his

file.”

Enzo muttered, “I didn’t think it was weird.”

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