Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131

Lola

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Enzo’s gaze cut sharp to Dom and Nico. “And you two–if you let her pull something like this again, I’ll break your fucking legs myself”

The line went dead before either of them could answer.

For a beat, the suite was silent.

Then Dom lunged.

“Wait–no-” Lola yelped as he tackled her onto the couch, Nico diving in right after to pin her arms. Fingers dug into her ribs, her sides, her thighs, merciless.

Her laughter burst out raw and uncontrollable, face already going red. “Stop–oh my god–I can’t–Dom! Nico! I’m gonna-”

“Good,” Dom grunted, relentless. “Maybe next time you’ll think twice before jumping over a desk.”

“Never,” she gasped, thrashing, tears streaking down her cheeks as Nico kept her pinned.

“Then suffer,” Nico said, grinning like a

wolf.

“Mercy!” Lola squealed, kicking uselessly as she dissolved into hysterics. “I’m dying!”

Finally, they let her go, both men breathless from laughing themselves, they let her go. Lola collapsed back against the cushions, breathless, silver–white hair wild around her face. She pressed a hand to her stomach, laughing through the sting of her busted lip. “Okay -honest? I don’t know if the punishment fits the crime. My abs feel like I just survived Navy SEAL training.”

She tipped her head back, smirk crooked. “But regret it? Not a fucking chance. That bitch was eye–fucking you two the second we walked in. What was I supposed to do–smile and hand her a room key?”

Nico’s smirk curved slow, dangerous. “So what you’re really saying is… you were jealous.”

Dom froze mid–pace, narrowing his eyes at her. “Shit. Were you?”

For once, Bola hesitated. Then she scoffed, throwing her hands wide. “I don’t know. Fucking maybe. I can’t explain it, alright? But you’re both mine. I know it doesn’t make sense, and yeah–it probably sounds childish. But it’s true. You’re mine. And fuck that bitch for thinking otherwise.”

Dom let out a bark of laughter, throwing his hands up like she’d just confessed to murder. “Christ, Lo. Possessive much?”

“Damn right,” she snapped.

Nico slid closer, hands finding her hips as he tugged her into his lap like it was nothing. “Messy or not, you’re not wrong. We’re yours.” His voice dipped, low and steady against her ear. “Always have been.”

Dom groaned, dragging a hand down his face, but his mouth betrayed him with a twitch of a smile. “You’re insane, you know that?” He jabbed a finger at her, still pacing. “But fine. Yours. Happy?”

10:59 Wed, Oct 8 M…

The jet smelled like champagne and antiseptic, leather seats littered with wipes and empty flutes. Lola peeled her gloves off with her teeth, dropping them onto the table as Dom flexed his freshly wrapped arm.

“You’ll do more than survive,” Nico cut in, already tugging his sleeve up to admire his own fresh ink. “Lo made me look like I walked off a fucking battlefield. Shield’s perfect.”

“Please,” Dom muttered, smirk tugging at his mouth. “She only rushed mine so she could get to the champagne.”

“Rushed?” Lola gasped in mock offense, sprawling back against his chest like she might faint. “Excuse me, sir, I don’t rush art.”

Nico snorted. “Tell that to Gino. She banged his out last week during Casablanca. Middle of Bogart’s speech, she’s just humming along and tattooing like it’s Sunday brunch.”

“Yeah, and his lines still came out cleaner than yours,” Lola shot back, smirking as Nico flipped her off across the cabin.

Dom tipped his glass toward her, voice going warm. “Dragon still takes it, though. That ripple effect? I saw half the judges squinting like they thought the water was actually moving.”

The corner of Lola’s mouth tugged despite herself. “Best compliment I ever get. If they swear it looks alive, I know I nailed it.”

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