Accidentally Yours Chapter 51

****Enzo****

The meeting was dragging—the kind that demanded patience, a poker face, and enough self-control to keep from strangling someone across the table. Enzo was half-listening to Marco walk a supplier through the numbers when his phone buzzed in his pocket.

He didn’t check texts in meetings. Ever.

But it was Gino.

Gino: Your boy Kevin just got real handsy with Lola.

Gino: Grabbed her shirt to look at the bruises. Tried to get in her face.

Gino: I handled it. You’ll wanna handle the rest.

The edges of Enzo’s vision tightened.

He typed back, each word deliberate.

Enzo: Is he still there?

Gino: No. I sent him packing.

Enzo: Good. Don’t let him back in.

Enzo: I’ll deal with him.

The phone slid back into his pocket before anyone could notice the shift in his face. His pulse was steady, but his jaw was locked hard enough to ache.

Someone had touched her. Pulled at her clothes. Looked at what was mine like he had the right.

***And Kevin was still breathing.***

***For now.***

***I’ll fix that.***

He let the meeting play out, speaking only when absolutely necessary. His mind wasn’t in the room anymore—it was already mapping routes, deciding how far he’d have to go to make Kevin understand this was a one-time mistake.

Two hours later, Enzo was on the casino floor, standing over a pit boss who’d been caught skimming from a high roller. The man stammered excuses, but all Enzo heard was Kevin. Every syllable sounded like his name.

“You think this is a game?” Enzo’s voice was low enough that the hum of the floor almost swallowed it. Almost. He stepped in close—close enough for the man to see exactly how thin his patience ran. “You want to keep your job, you put the chips where they belong. Next time you pocket a cent, you walk out without fingers.”

He didn’t lay a hand on him, but the way the pit boss blanched said the message landed.

Behind him, Nico’s voice floated in. “You’re in a mood.”

Dom snorted. “More than a mood. That poor bastard’s gonna have nightmares.”

Enzo didn’t answer. They didn’t need to know. Not yet. Not until Kevin was handled.

It was late evening by the time he tracked Kevin down—leaning over a pool table in the back of a dive bar Enzo owned through a shell company. The place reeked of cheap beer, stale cigarettes, and desperation that stuck to the walls like smoke.

Kevin didn’t look up when Enzo walked in.

He would.

And then he’d wish he hadn’t.

Kevin was bent over the table, chalking his cue, when a broad palm pressed flat to the felt, stopping his shot cold.

He straightened, frowning. “Do I know you?”

“Not personally,” Enzo said, voice low and steady. “But you know who I am.”

Kevin’s brow creased, suspicion flickering before realization settled in. “Yeah? And who’s that supposed to be?”

“Vincenzo Marchesi.”

The name hit like a cue ball to the ribs. Kevin’s face drained of color. “Fuck. You’re Enzo?” His voice went thin. “Hey, man, I don’t want any trouble—”

Enzo stepped in, close enough to crowd him against the table. “Too late for that. You touched my woman today. Grabbed her shirt. Looked down it.” His tone sharpened into steel. “The absolute disrespect.”

Kevin stammered, “I didn’t—”

“Pick a side,” Enzo cut in.

Kevin blinked. “What?”

“Left or right,” Enzo said, calm as a confession. “And thank whoever you pray to that this is all you’re getting. I’m only going light on you because you’re my girl’s client, and she says you’re ‘not that bad.’” His eyes narrowed. “But I will not have you disrespect her.”

Kevin hesitated. “Uh… right.”

Enzo’s fist snapped into the side of his jaw with surgical precision, the impact cracking against the table rail. Kevin reeled, one hand flying to his face.

“There won’t be a next time,” Enzo went on, voice dropping to something colder than the air outside. “Because if there is, your family will always wonder what happened to you… and they’ll never know.”

He let go of Kevin’s shirt, smoothing it down with deliberate care, as though the man should be grateful to leave with it intact. “Now get out before I decide you need to match on the left.”

 Kevin didn’t say a word. He just nodded, stiff and pale, and left his cue stick behind as he slipped out the back door

By the time Enzo left the bar, his knuckles barely ached. Kevin had walked out with his jaw intact and his pride in pieces — more mercy than most men ever got. The cold night air didn’t cool the adrenaline as much as he’d hoped, but it sharpened his focus. 

Home.

Lola.

 He took the elevator up to the suite level, already picturing her in bed, maybe reading, maybe asleep. Quiet.

The door swung open, and the picture in his head shattered.

The lounge was chaos.

Dom was flat on his back on the carpet in a bright green T-rex onesie, laughing and shouting like a man possessed. Lola — in full unicorn fleece, hood up, the spiraled horn jutting forward like a weapon — was straddling him, knees planted on either side of his ribs, her hair spilling wild down her back. Gino had Dom’s right arm pinned to the floor, Nico had the left, both grinning like they were getting paid to assist in whatever crime this was.

“I’m telling you — a hundred average people could absolutely take down a silverback gorilla!” Dom bellowed, chest heaving.

“They could NOT!” Lola fired back, jabbing the unicorn horn toward his nose like she meant to draw blood. “It would wipe the floor with them! Do you even know how strong they are?!”

Dom bucked his hips, trying to shake her off. “I didn’t say me! I said a hundred people — at the same time! They’d totally overpower it!”

Gino was red in the face from laughing. “Dom, you’re losing to a unicorn right now. Just give up.”

Nico grunted, holding Dom’s arm down when he tried to twist free. “You wouldn’t last two seconds against a gorilla, man.”

The smell of pizza grease hung in the air. The coffee table was a war zone of empty boxes, crumpled napkins, and half-drunk soda cans. The TV flickered in the background, forgotten, casting quick flashes of light over the scene like a strobe.

Enzo stood in the doorway for a long moment, the leather of his gloves creaking faintly as his hands flexed. I leave for a few hours, and this is what I come home to — my men in animal pajamas, physically restraining one of their own so my woman can scream about jungle combat while riding him like she’s defending her honor in a court of law.

Lola’s head snapped up when she saw him, her grin blooming instantly. “Hey, baby! You’re home just in time — settle this for us!”

His gaze swept the room — Gino’s barely-contained laughter, Nico’s smirk, Dom’s flushed face — before landing on her. “Get off him before I show you exactly how fast one man can overpower you.”

“So… gorilla wins?”

Enzo’s mouth ticked at the corner. “People win. Every time.”

The room went still for half a second. Lola didn’t move off Dom — if anything, her grin sharpened.

“Oh, really?” she drawled. “You’re telling me a hundred random people with office jobs and bad knees could take down a gorilla?”

“Easily,” Enzo said flatly.

Gino snorted. Nico smirked. Dom’s eyes went wide — please don’t get me killed while you’re sitting on me.

She tilted her head, faux-innocent. “So what you’re saying is… you think you could take one.”

Enzo’s brow lifted a fraction. “Careful, bella.”

“What? I’m just saying… maybe the gorilla couldn’t take a hundred people, but I’m pretty sure it could take you.”

The jacket came off slow — deliberate. The slide of fine wool over his forearms seemed louder than the TV. He folded it once, set it neatly over the back of the couch, and started rolling his sleeves.

Lola’s eyes tracked every movement, still smirking. “Oh, is this supposed to intimidate me?”

Gino murmured under his breath, “You’re gonna die.”

Enzo didn’t answer. He crossed the room without breaking stride, hooked an arm around her waist, and peeled her off Dom like she weighed nothing. She twisted to face him midair, still grinning like she’d won something.

“Uh-oh,” she teased. “What’s the plan now, gorilla man? Gonna carry me off?”

“No,” Enzo said calmly. “We’re going to prove a point.”

Before she could ask, he shifted — dropping to one knee and pinning her to the carpet in a blur of movement. Wrists caught above her head in one hand, his weight caging her in, he leaned close enough for only her to hear.

“You have no idea how much trouble your ass is in later for sitting on top of him.”

Her smirk faltered—just for a second.

Then he nodded once. “Get her.”

For a beat, no one moved. Then Gino lunged for her side, Nico caught an ankle, and Dom pounced like a man avenging his pride.

“Wait—! NO—!” Lola’s squeal hit a pitch only dogs should hear as fingers dug into her ribs, stomach, and knees. She kicked, squirmed, screamed with laughter until tears streaked her cheeks.

“Say the people win!” Gino crowed, relentless.

“NEVER!” she gasped between hysterics.

Nico smirked. “I think we can break her.”

Enzo just kept her wrists pinned, a faint smile tugging at his mouth. “You’ve got thirty seconds.”

By the time they rolled off her, Lola was limp on the carpet, hair clinging to her flushed face, still giggling weakly.

Enzo released her wrists, brushing his thumb over the inside of one before standing.

“Next time you want to test me, bella, remember — I don’t fight fair.”

Her breathless grin told him she’d absolutely test him again.

From the couch, Gino shook his head, still laughing. “I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you actually have fun, Boss.”

Nico grinned. “And now I’m afraid of what counts as ‘fun’ in this house.”

Dom just groaned from the floor. “I’m never arguing about gorillas again.”

Enzo smirked faintly. ***Good***.