Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 89

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Accidentally Yours

Chapter 89

Lala

*Been there since we got you back,” Gino said, too casual for someone admitting there was a human being marinating a few feet away.

She was already unbuckling before the words even finished leaving his mouth. “Pull. Over.”

“Lo-

“Dom, I swear to God, pull this car over so I can put my fist through his teeth!”

Gino lunged, wrapping his arms around her from behind, while Dom reached over the seat to grab her waist. She kicked and twisted like a cat who’d seen the vet’s office, cussing in three different languages and inventing new ones as she went.

“You’re not climbing over the seats in the middle of traffic to attack someone we have bound and gagged,” Gino grunted, holding her inches off the seat as she kept trying to crawl toward the back.

“I’m just gonna talk to him!” she snapped, swinging an elbow. “With my hands! To his face!”

Dom bit back a laugh. “You’re not ‘talking‘ to anybody. Sit down before you end up in your own wrists and ankles bound with a gag.”

“Sounds kinky and like something I would be into,” Lola replied in a huff while buckling in, angled her voice at the trunk, and let it go calm.

“Listen to me, Sir Sprinkles. I’m not yelling. I’m not repeating myself. I’m going to tell you how your life continues when we get home.”

She thumbed a timer. A soft metronome began to tick.

Tick…

tick…

tick.

Just like Captain Hook, she’d make him dread every single click.

“First thing you’ll feel is the cold,” she said. “Metal under your wrists. Air on your skin. You’ll think darkness is mercy. It isn’t. It just means I want you to hear more than you see.”

A muffled thump from behind her. Good.

“You’ll answer when I ask: yes, no, please, sorry. Anything else buys you more time. Time is the currency tonight. You’re going to leave broke.”

She went quiet.

The ticking kept going. A hitch of breath from the backseat told her he’d started counting, clinging to the numbers like they could save him.

“You like counting?” she asked, mild as tea. “Good. Here’s your objective, Sir Sprinkles. Start at one thousand. Subtract seven. Keep subtracting until I say stop.”

She let the silence drag, her voice almost pleasant. “Sounds easy, right? It’s not. You’ll lose track. You’ll think you remember where you were, but you won’t. And every time you mess up, I’ll tell you exactly what I’m taking from you when we get home. We’ll play this game again then, but I won’t be talking. I’ll be working. And I’ll start with the smallest pieces.”

A pause, long enough for him to swallow.

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5:59 pm

Chapter 89

“What’s a thousand minus seven?”

“Nine hundred ninety–three.”

“Again.”

“Nine hundred eighty–six.”

“Again. Don’t stop.”

The seconds dragged, the ticking stretching between each answer.

“Nine hundred seventy…?”

“Ninety–three,” she corrected sweetly. “Toenails. One at a time. Heat the blade so the keratin smokes before it lifts. You’ll smell it before you feel it.”

Another beat.

“Eighty–six?”

“Fingers,” she said lightly. “Not all at once

He lost his place. She smiled. “Back to a thousand.”

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