Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Enzo choked on his drink. “You’re a menace.”

“Just a little one.”

Round Eight

Lola leaned forward, resting her elbow on the coffee table, fully facing him. “Never have I ever lied about my name.”

Enzo’s smirk faltered.

She arched a brow.

“Oh, come on. You’ve been living in my apartment, eating my yogurt, nearly flashing my neighbor… and I still don’t know what to call you besides ‘Mobster.“”

He swirled the tequila in his glass.

“That’s a strong nickname. Has bite.”

“So does your real name, I bet.” She leaned in, voice playful but coaxing. “Spill it. First name only. I won’t Google you. Yet.”

He sighed dramatically and downed his shot.

“Enzo.” The name hit the air like a dropped match.

Lola blinked. “Of fucking course it is.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you look exactly like a guy who ruins lives and signs autographs on cleavage.”

Enzo smiled slowly. “I only sign cleavage when asked nicely.”

She laughed, biting her lip. “Noted”

Round Nine

Lola grinned as she refilled both glasses. “Alright, Enzo. Never have I ever…” She paused, eyes gleaming. “Had sex in a moving vehicle.”

“Pretty sure it’s my turn but…” Enzo drank without hesitation.

She raised her brows.

“What kind of car?”

“Private jet.”

Lola choked. “A plane?! That’s not a car!”

“You said moving vehicle.” He leaned in, voice low. “And she was very… motivated.”

Lola fanned herself with her shirt hem. “Okay, aviator. Your turn.”

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Chapter 7

Round Ten

Enzo tilted his glass, watching her from beneath dark lashes. “Never have I ever kissed someone I shouldn’t have.”

She snorted and immediately drank. “That’s half my dating history.”

“Name one.”

“The officiant at my friend’s wedding.”

Enzo stared.

“You made out with the priest?”

“Technically, he was a hot Wiccan minister. And technically, it was after the vows.”

“You’re dangerous.” His voice was amused, but something behind his eyes flickered warm. Like admiration. Or intrigue.

Round Eleven

Lola topped off their shots with a sly grin. “Never have I ever set someone’s property on fire….on purpose.”

Enzo’s smirk was immediate. “You’re handing me drinks now.”

She tilted her head. “You actually did that?”

He shrugged one shoulder and threw the shot back. “Guy didn’t pay on time.”

“Like… a landlord?” she teased.

“Nah. Owed my crew money.”

She blinked. “Your… crew?”

Enzo froze for half a second. “Shit.”

Lola sat up straighter. “Wait. Crew like band? Or crew like heist team? Mafia?”

His mouth curved, slow and unapologetic. “Closer to that last one.”

Lola stared, tequila forgotten in her hand. “…I kidnapped a mafia guy.”

“Oh my God–you’re not joking.”

“I didn’t say I was.”

She made a strangled sound and shoved a throw pillow against her face. “I’m going to be murdered.”

Enzo laughed, leaning back like this was all just another fun day. “Only if you tie up someone else.”

Lola peeked out from behind the pillow. “What’s your real name?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Vincenzo Marchesi.”

Chapter 7

She blinked. “You’re Enzo Marchesi?”

“You say that like it’s on a watch list.”

“It is,” she hissed. “You’re in the fucking mafia.”

“Allegedly, and this is why I tried to keep my anonymity for as long as I could.”

“Oh my God.”

“You already said that don’t make it weird.”

She stared at him. Then blinked. Once. Twice.

“…like the Moreschi?”

He didn’t answer. Just lifted his glass.”

She sat up straighter, eyes narrowing. “As in–your last name is Moreschi Moreschi?”

Enzo finally gave her a look. “You okay over there?”

“No, my brain is short circuiting,” she whispered. “You’re that Enzo.”

“You’re the Don,” she said, horror and fascination mixing on her face.

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