Accidentally Yours Chapter 74

***Enzo***

And that’s when she walked in.

Barefoot. Hair a mess of curls and sleep. One of his shirts barely skimming her thighs—his shirt, dammit—hanging off one shoulder like a challenge to gravity. Her cheeky little shorts just visible beneath the hem. And her eyes? Bright. Awake. Lethal.

He saw it instantly—that familiar, wicked light dancing beneath the surface.

***Christ, no. Not now. Not like this. Don’t come in here. Don’t you fucking try it.***

But she did.

She crossed the threshold like she owned it, glancing around the room as if she had called the meeting. Like she wasn’t the goddamn trigger for it.

“Cute plan,” she said, her voice husky from sleep. “But it’s sloppy. All fire, no aim.”

The room went dead quiet.

Even Gino stopped fidgeting.

Lola drifted closer, her gaze sweeping the war table. Maps. Files. Surveillance photos. Blood-red scrawl of strategy. She took it all in with a faint tilt of her head and a single raised brow, like a teacher reviewing a student’s half-assed book report.

Dom watched her approach with an unreadable expression, eyes narrowed. Gino leaned back in his chair, visibly restraining the urge to say something, jaw grinding. Nico stood with his arms folded, eyes like knives tracking her every move.

She came up behind Gino first. Without a word, she dug her thumbs into his shoulders, kneading the tension there like she had every right to touch him. Gino gave a tight groan, the kind that vibrated between pleasure and stress.

“Don’t,” he muttered under his breath. “You’re gonna make him combust.”

Then she moved. Her hand brushed Dom’s arm as she passed. Quick. Casual. Too familiar.

Enzo’s jaw tightened, his pulse ticking high and mean in his throat.

***Don’t touch him. Don’t fucking touch any of them.***

Nico stood near the corner, still pacing slightly, but paused as she approached. Lola didn’t hesitate. She reached for his wrist, steady and slow, and lifted his coffee like it belonged to her. Took a long, unbothered sip. Gave it back. Nico blinked. Then smirked, barely, "Careful, Lo."

That was it.

***Fucking hell. They’re all eating out of her goddamn hand.***

Dom’s mouth twitched like he wanted to smile—but didn’t. Gino just shook his head, muttering under his breath again. Tension buzzed across the room, thick and simmering.

And then she turned to him.

Enzo was still standing at the head of the table, and when she stepped into his space, everything else dropped away. Her heat. Her scent. The warmth of her skin still carrying the imprint of their bed and their sins. She didn’t stop until she was toe-to-toe with him—well, toe to chest. She had to rise onto her tiptoes to get close enough.

***That alone nearly fucking wrecked me.***

***I don't stand a chance.***

***Whatever it is, whatever she wants, she'll always get it.***

“Enzo,” she said, soft. Intimate. “Let me help.”

She didn’t ask permission to touch him—just slid her hands under his jacket, her fingers skimming his sides before coming to rest at the back of his ribs. Holding. Anchoring.

He didn’t move. Couldn’t. Every muscle locked as her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Please.”

***That’s cheating, diavoletta (little devil). Begging… and this body being used as a weapon?***

***You expect me to say no when you’re this close? When I can feel every inch of you pressed against me? When the whole fucking room is watching and I still can’t look away?***

Her lips were right there—soft and parted. Her eyes were wide and pleading, but it wasn’t weakness. It was deliberate. Weaponized. Her entire body a tactic, and he was the target.

“Are you using this body to manipulate me,” he muttered, voice low and wrecked.

She blinked innocently. “Is it working?”

A growl crawled up his throat.

“You said it yourself,” she murmured, still on her toes, still using his body like it was home. “Torching the city looks like panic. But if we bleed them out, slow and quiet, they’ll never see us coming.”

He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because she was right. And that only made it worse.

***I want to say no. I want to throw you over my shoulder and lock you away so no one can ever use you against me again. But if I do that—if I make you disappear—it tells them you’re mine. Tells them you’re leverage. And they’ll come running with open arms and a goddamn plan.***

Her lips ghosted over his jaw. “If you go full nuclear meltdown, they’ll think I’m super important to you. Worth stealing again. It’ll trigger a game of keep away.” She pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “I can’t be used like that.”

The room felt like it had narrowed around them. Nico stopped pacing completely. Dom looked ready to punch something. Gino muttered “fuck” under his breath again and leaned forward, elbows braced on the table.

***They’re mad. All of them. They gave her a good night because she earned it. But this? This is unfinished war.***

Her voice quieted. “They already tried once. That means they’ll try again. So let them. Just… let me be ready for it.”

She leaned her forehead against his chest, her whole body folding into him like it belonged there.

***And it fucking does. God help me.***

His hands moved to her waist, slow and possessive, gripping like he needed the contact to breathe.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, head dipping until his breath tickled her temple.

She smiled against his chest. “Not if I kill them first.”

He choked on a laugh—one that never made it past his throat.

***I fucking love you.***

But he didn’t say it.

Couldn’t.

Dom shifted in his seat. “We’ll handle it,” he said. “Quiet. Clean. Long game.”

“Agreed,” Nico added, voice sharp. “No more guesses. We pull string by string until something gives.”

“And when it does,” Gino finished, “we end it.”

Enzo’s jaw flexed. He looked at each of them, one by one. His men. His crew. His family.

And then at her.

She was watching him like she already knew his decision.

“Alright, Diavoletta (Little devil),” he said, voice low. “You want in? You’re in.” He kissed her hair, lingering. “But we do this my way.”

“Of course,” she said sweetly. “Wouldn’t dream of anything else.”

And he knew—knew—that was a goddamn lie.

But he let her get away with it anyway.