Accidentally Yours Chapter 13

**Lola**

Yaga tilted her chin. “And the door?”

“I’ll have it fixed by this afternoon.”

Yaga stared a beat longer. Then finally stepped aside, letting them pass. “Go,” she said. “Before I get emotional and start hitting people.”

Her heart hadn’t stopped thudding since Baba’s voice had softened.

 ‘You coming back?’

God, she didn’t know. She pulled herself straighter. Kept walking.

Enzo matched her stride, one step behind, quiet and solid and there. His crew followed close behind, heavy-footed and suspiciously silent, like a pack of hitmen trailing a girl in a sundress. And then she saw him. Gino. Leaning against the SUV like he hadn’t set this whole glitter-glazed disaster in motion. Smiling. Eating a banana. Like a psychopath. Red. She saw red.

“You—” she snapped.

Gino lit up. “Lola! Wow—look at you! You’re glowing! Is it the—?”

***This motherfucker right here!***

She didn’t let him finish. Her purse hit the pavement. And her fist hit his face. A clean, hard right hook. Knuckles straight to jaw. The crack was loud. Satisfying. Holy.

Gino reeled sideways, smacking into the SUV like it had betrayed him. “WHAT THE FU—”

“You DRUGGED ME!” she shouted. “AND HIM!”

He blinked, dazed. “Okay but—technically—”

She raised her fist again. Enzo’s arms were around her instantly, yanking her back against his chest like a seatbelt locking in during a crash.

“Easy, Gattina (kitten),” he murmured at her ear. “Not here.”

Her breath came fast. Her hands were still clenched.

Her pulse was chaos.

“He deserves it.”

“I know. You got him good.” His voice was velvet and steel. “And if you break his nose, we’ll be stuck with the whining the entire ride.”

Behind her, one of the guys let out a low whistle.

“Holy shit,” Dom said. “That was clean.”

Marco added. “That was personal.”

“Where the hell did you learn to hit like that?” Nico asked, blinking.

Lola exhaled, rolled her shoulders, and said like it was no big deal, “Baba had me start Judo when I was nine.”

That shut them up.

“She said if I was gonna be small, I needed to be scary.” She shrugged. “Met the trainer during her madam days. He owed her a favor. She cashed it in and made him teach me for free.”

Marco blinked. “You serious?”

“I call her Baba Yaga for a reason, she’s terrifying. I might not look it,” Lola said sweetly, “but I can have every joint in a grown man’s body dislocated in under ten minutes. Less if he’s dumb.”

The crew collectively took a step back. Enzo stared like she was a divine punishment wrapped in bouquet.

“You know burial terms in Italian,” he murmured. “You’ve got a not-grandma who collects favors. You punch like a pro. And you showed up to a kidnapping in a goddamn sundress.”

***Eat your heart out Enzo.***

He stepped in front of her, eyes full of something wild and reverent. “Who are you?” He looked from eye to eye as if, if he looked hard enough he’d see where she began, at what might lie in the center of all the madness.

Lola tilted her head, lashes low, lips curved with quiet destruction. “You,” she said, “have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.”

***I’m a genius with a touch of chaos and more mischievous than you think sir.*** 

There was a pause. Then—

“I’m fucking sorry, alright?!” Gino groaned, still cradling his jaw. “But you didn’t have to punch me!”

Everyone turned. He pointed at them both, exasperated and winded. “It worked out! You’re engaged now! That’s, like… romantic or shit!”

Lola glared.

Gino raised both hands. “Shutting up. Shutting all the way up.”

She stepped toward the SUV. Enzo opened the back door for her without a word, hand at her lower back as she climbed in and then a face full of cheek which he not so discreetly tried to cover. There was a groan before she slid across the leather, only barely making room for him as he followed and took the seat beside her—close, warm, completely unbothered by the chaos.

The others piled in. Dom up front. Gino behind the wheel, muttering to himself about glitter and violence. Marco and Nico filling the middle row with way too much energy for men who just watched a girl in a sundress deliver a knockout punch.

The car pulled away from the curb. Silence settled like dust. Heavy. Loaded.

Lola leaned against the door, arms folded. Her skin still buzzing from adrenaline—and from the way Enzo’s thigh brushed hers. The weight of everything still thrumming under her bones.

Then his hand landed on her knee. She stiffened. A subtle jolt up her spine. He didn’t say anything. Just left it there. Firm. Steady. Claiming. Her breath caught.

***His hand is huge and so warm. There are some light calluses, probably from digging holes to bury people in.*** 

And stayed caught when his thumb started to move. Just slow, idle strokes across the top of her knee like he owned the motion—and her response.

***Que internal purring.*** 

She didn’t look at him. Didn’t need to. Her pulse was a war drum. The SUV was too quiet.

***Surly they could all hear it, the pounding in my chest because it was deafening.*** 

Enzo’s hand was still on her thigh. Solid. Warm. Thumb tracing lazy, possessive circles like her skin was his and no one else’s.

She cleared her throat. “Gino.”

He flinched behind the wheel. “Yeah?”

“What do you remember about Burning Man?”

A pause.

"Some chick gave it to me that sparkly drink earlier in the night. She said it’d help me ‘vibe higher’ or whatever. I thought it was, like, a mushroom microdose thing. I didn’t know it’d nuke both your brains.”

“You didn’t think maybe ask what was in it before handing it out?”

“I didn’t know it was that strong!” he groaned. “I was already buzzing. You asked for something fun. I thought I was sharing the experience!”

“You roofied your cousin.”

“I accidentally roofied my cousin,” Gino clarified. “And you. Which I feel super shitty about, by the way.”

Enzo still hadn’t spoken. He just let his hand drift up another inch. Lola’s dress shifted. Her breath hitched, Enzos finger only slowed for a brief moment and then an unmistakable growl.

Gino kept talking, oblivious. “One moment I'm talking to Enzo then he decided to walk over to the Fire Dome. Then you found me literally 10 minutes later, gave you some of the magic potion. We danced for a beat and then you said something about gravity pulling you away and then you were gone. Santa showed up dressed like he just walked out of the set of Mad Maxx with mosaic mirrors all over him and then some she devil stole my soul.’”

Dom choked on a laugh.

Lola rolled her eyes. “And then what?”

“That's literally the last memory I have I swear!" he was almost crying at this point. 

Lola’s glare hit the rearview like a heat-seeking missile.

Gino sighed. “I am sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Enzo’s voice finally came—low, quiet, smooth like a blade.

“You’ll make it up to her.”

Gino froze. “Yeah. No, yeah. Totally. Of course. Definitely.”

Enzo leaned toward Lola, lips brushing her ear. “You good, gattina (kitten)?”

She didn’t trust her voice, but she nodded.

His hand stayed right where it was.

“So how long have you two known each other and how have we not met her?” Dom questioned.

Lola looked towards Enzo who answered without skipping a beat, “A few weeks back I snuck out and went to a little dive bar undercover and that’s where we met. We’ve been in contact since and then I woke up in her bed yesterday morning and knew I never wanted to let go so I popped the question.” 

And that was the end of that answered all their questions. 

***Wow, he just hit that on the fly. I’m going to keep testing his improv skills. Let’s see how good they really are *internal evil laugh MWAHAHAHA*.***