Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 87

Dom was shouting something about blocking them in, but it was drowned under the roar of Gino’s pulse,

The sedan jerked left–Dom leaned out, took the shot. One round into the back tire and the car spun like it had been hit by a god’s hand, flipping once, twice, landing on its roof with a shriek of metal that clawed straight down Gino’s spine.

He was out before the SUV stopped, feet hammering the wet concrete, lungs already burning. He hit the overturned car so hard the door buckled under his grip, ripping it open like it was paper.

And there she was.

Hanging upside down by the seatbelt, head tilted, eyes closed.

She’s not moving.

The world constricted to a tunnel–the smell of gasoline, the hiss of the radiator, Dom’s voice somewhere far away. His chest locked up so tight he couldn’t pull a full breath.

Not her. Not Lo.

He could survive Enzo killing him for losing her.

But he couldn’t survive her gone.

“Lo,” he rasped, hands shaking as he reached in, fumbling for the buckle. “C’mon, Red. Wake up for me.”

The latch released and she slid into his arms, limp but warm. Warm. That had to mean something. He crushed her against his chest, almost afraid to check if

Her lashes fluttered.

A weak, confused sound left her throat.

Relief slammed into him so hard his knees almost buckled. “Got you,” he whispered, like it could glue her to him. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Dom was already dragging the dazed passenger out by his collar, muttering curses that sounded like promises, while Gino carried Lola toward the SUV.

Sirens wailed somewhere above the channel, closing in.

Later, there’d be questions.

Later, there’d be blood.

But right now, she was breathing.

And that was all that mattered.

Gino didn’t loosen his hold on her the whole way back to the SUV.

Every step was too slow. Every breath from her too shallow.

Dom yanked the back door open and shoved the passenger–bleeding, zip–tied, duct–taped–across the seat like he was storing a trash bag, not a man. The guy grunted, tried to kick, but Dom’s hand on the back of his neck silenced it quick.

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Chapter 87

Gino slid into the front with Lola still in his arms, cradling her like she might splinter if he jostled her wrong. “Drive,” he barked, and Dom didn’t ask where -they both knew.

The tires screamed up the slope of the concrete channel, catching just enough traction to launch them onto the street,

*Stay with me, Lo,” he said, one hand holding her against him, the other fumbling to keep her chin up so her airway stayed clear. “You’re fine. You’re gonna

be fine.”

Her head lolled against his shoulder. No response. Just that slow, sluggish breathing that made his own lungs feel like they’d been shrink–wrapped.

If she stops breathing, I’ll lose my mind. I’ll lose her. And if I lose her, I’ll never forgive myself. Never.

Dom swerved around traffic like the road was his personal racetrack, every red light a suggestion, every horn a distant noise. “Ten minutes,” he gritted.

Ten minutes felt like ten years.

Gino brushed his thumb over the side of her face, trying to coax her eyes open. “Hey, Red. You still owe me a drink from earlier, remember? You don’t get to back out on that, not after I had to stand around that boring expo for the last two days and watch you do the worst tattoos. Come on girl just wake the fuck up.”

Her lashes twitched, just barely. Not enough.

“Talk to me, Lo,” he pushed, voice cracking. “Say something. Call me an asshole. Tell me I’m annoying. Anything.”

Nothing. Just the hum of the tires and the erratic thud of his heart.

He looked over his shoulder–the passenger was slumped against the door, eyes wide and darting. Good. Let him watch. Let him see exactly what happens when you touch one of theirs.

Dom pulled hard into the ER drop–off, brakes squealing. The doors flew open, nurses already running.

“She’s been drugged,” Gino rattled off, lifting her out of the seat like she weighed nothing. “Don’t know what with, don’t know how much.” His voice was too loud, too sharp, but he couldn’t stop. “She’s breathing. Barely.”

The nurse started barking orders–oxygen, IV, tox screen–but Gino didn’t hear much past the sound of the monitor beeping steady once they had her on a

He followed until a wall of scrubs stopped him. “Sir, you need to wait-”

“Not happening.” He didn’t even think before shouldering past, planting himself at her side, gripping her hand. If she wakes up alone, she’s going to be scared.

But right now, Lola was breathing. And until she opened her eyes and looked at him, Gino wasn’t moving.

Gino sat in the hard plastic chair, elbows on his knees, watching the steady rise and fall of Lola’s chest. The oxygen mask shifted with each breath, fogging lightly before clearing again. Too pale. Too still.

She’s fine. They said she’s fine. Doesn’t matter. Every time the monitor beeps, it feels like it’s counting down something I don’t want to face.

He stepped out into the hallway, needing space to breathe before making the call. Enzo answered on the first ring.

“What happened.” No inflection. Just lethal.

“She’s fine-”

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5:59 pm P P

“That’s not what I asked, Gino.”

The words hit like a blade across the throat. I hate this part, Hate telling him.

“She got drugged, at the bar. Doctor said it was fatally high amounts of Ketamine. Some prick tried to take her. We tracked her phone, found her. She’s here in the ER-

“Where is he?” Calm voice. Not calm man.

“One of them is in the trunk.”

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