Accidentally Yours Chapter 75

*****Lola*****

"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.”

***Uh-huh. Sure, boss. And I’m about to sprout angel wings… Well, technically Lucy was just a mouthy angel who got put in time out. NOT THE POINT, LOLA. Get it together.***

Enzo’s arms stayed locked around her waist like he didn’t quite trust the room not to disappear. Or maybe her.

And Lola didn’t mind.

Her fingers fidgeted with the lapel of his jacket—not flirtatious. Just grounding. A sensory anchor to remind her she was here. Awake. Real. Not lost in that black void where her body had gone one way and her consciousness the other.

“So Diavoletta, any thoughts?” Enzo murmured against her temple, voice low and rough—like smoke curling from a freshly lit match.

Lola tilted her head to look at him. “Always.”

And this time, she whispered it softly—too soft for the others to hear.

“I like this new nickname, fitting, your little devil only dances for you.”

His fingers flexed at her waist.

She didn’t step out of his hold—just pivoted slightly in it to face the table again.

“Well?” Gino prompted, grin already half-cocked. “You stormed the gates, dropped your wisdom bombs—what now? You gonna fix the city with voodoo and lipstick?”

Lola grinned, sugar-laced and unapologetic. “Nope. Now we ruin people.”

Enzo didn’t flinch. He just held her tighter.

Jake cleared his throat from the end of the table. “Already building a ransomware payload with a custom unlock puzzle. Virus is uploaded and dormant inside one of their shell companies.”

He didn’t look up. Just typed like his fingers were possessed.

“Payload deploys in twelve hours. Unless you want it sooner.”

Lola raised her brows. “You’re already in?”

Jake’s mouth twitched. “You said humiliation. I skipped glitter and went straight for industrial-strength embarrassment.”

Dom blinked. “What does that mean.”

Jake finally looked up, deadpan. “They’ll open a crate labeled medical-grade disinfectant and find one hundred 55-gallon drums of lubricant—delivered directly to the homes of their parents and grandmothers.”

Gino wheezed. “I’m sorry. Did you say—grandmas?”

Jake nodded. “With a note attached: ‘For the Freak-Off. Keep hidden.’”

Nico nearly fell out of his chair.

“Oh my God,” Dom choked. “The press coverage alone—”

“They’ll never be allowed at Sunday dinner again,” Gino said reverently.

Lola blinked slow. “Jake… you’re doing the lord’s work.”

***He’s deranged. I love it. I should bake him cookies, maybe brownies! Oh! Or cake pops? Yeah, seems like a cake pop kinda fella. Definitely something psychos eat.***

Enzo’s hand slid up her back—slow, steady, warm through the thin cotton of his shirt. Just one stroke, but it grounded her.

The others were still laughing. But she couldn’t ignore the flicker of unease slithering back into her chest.

***I laughed too. Smirked. Took control. And I still feel like I’m floating a foot outside my body.***

***Someone drugged me.***

***Took my body.***

***And for hours—I wasn’t even there to feel it.***

Her grip on Enzo’s jacket tightened, knuckles white.

Gino was saying something about a slippery crime scene, and Dom responded with, “Imagine trying to explain that to a parole officer,” but Lola didn’t register the rest.

***Just breathe.***

***In—two—three—four.***

***Hold—two—three—four.***

***Out—two—three—four.***

***Hold—two—three—four.***

***Repeat.***

Enzo’s hand found her hip again, thumb rubbing slow circles like he’d memorized the choreography of her panic.

***He knows. Of course he does.***

Lola pressed back into him slightly. Said nothing. Just let him hold her down to earth.

“So what’s the actual plan?” Nico asked, voice grounding as he leaned forward. “Drain their finances? Wreck their credibility?”

Jake nodded without looking up. “ Lola texted me some ideas before she walked in. Emotionally destabilize their top-tier network. Hit accounts that matter. Get them desperate. Then drop the custom challenges.”

Dom perked up. “Challenges?”

Jake: “Think Saw meets Grand Theft Auto.”

Gino let out a whistle. “God, I love our job.”

Lola’s voice was calm again. Focused. “Brutal. Efficient. Winnable. But it’ll cost them. If they want their systems back, they have to play by our rules.”

“Define ‘play,’” Nico said slowly.

Lola smiled. “Solve the riddles. Complete the dares. Earn their access one step at a time. No skips. No shortcuts. No calling IT.”

Dom frowned. “This feels like cult hazing.”

“No,” Gino countered, “this is elite-level Jigsaw shit. Like, ‘Congratulations, you’ve been selected for our elite punishment program. Solve the riddle or your grandma gets a warehouse full of kink lube.’”

Jake: “Already coded the pop-up.”

Enzo: “You didn’t.”

Jake: “Tested it on my printer.”

Lola: “Is your printer okay?”

Jake: “No.”

Lola turned slightly in Enzo’s hold, just enough to press her cheek to his chest. He still smelled like cedar, black pepper, and sin.

The ache in her chest sharpened.

Because under the madness and plotting—under the adrenaline and performance—was fear.

She’d been so far gone. So powerless.

And that pissed her off more than anything.

And Enzo hadn’t flinched.

Hadn’t let go.

Hadn’t left.

He stayed. He stayed. He stayed.

She tilted her chin up and kissed his jaw. Soft. Unshowy. Just for him.

Then louder: “Alright boys. Let’s go give these assholes the slippery downfall they deserve.”

Dom raised a glass. “To criminal innovation.”

Gino clinked a water bottle. “And lube-related trauma.”

Nico: “Do not Google that phrase.”

Jake, still typing: “I’ll need her help later. Custom riddles. Her brain’s basically a tactical nuke—we might as well weaponize it.”

Lola smirked. “Add a goat, a ladder, and a fake passport.”

Jake didn’t even blink. “On it.”

Enzo’s brow twitched. “Nope. Absolutely not.”

Lola blinked up at him. “What?”

Enzo didn’t even look away from Jake. “You two can’t be friends.”

Jake looked mildly offended. “Excuse me?”

“It’s not personal,” Enzo said dryly. “You’re just… the wrong kind of influence.”

Lola gasped. “You’re saying I’m easily influenced?”

“I’m saying the two of you in the same room is a liability,” he muttered. “For national security.”

Jake nodded thoughtfully. “That’s fair.”

Dom snorted. “Yeah, no more besties. She’s already got too many group chats.”

“Right?” Gino added. “At this point we’re gonna need vetting procedures. Background checks. Written references.”

“I’m literally just coding,” Jake said flatly.

“Yeah,” Nico said. “And it’s always the quiet ones you gotta watch.”

Lola reached for Enzo’s lapel again, grinning like the threat she absolutely was.

Enzo’s voice rumbled low, heat threaded with something darker:

“What am I gonna do with all your all your madness when you’re carrying our kid and I’m even less inclined to tell you no? The whole Strip is going to burn down.”

Lola smirked, eyes glittering with mischief.

“Guess we’ll just have to find out when we get there.”

She kissed him—quick, soft, sinful—and pulled back with a sigh.

"But for now, I need to get ready for work.”

The room detonated.

Gino: “Absolutely not.”

Dom: “You’re kidding, right?”

Nico: “After everything—no fucking way.”

Enzo: “No.”

Lola blinked. “Wow. Love the support.”

Jake didn’t even glance up from his laptop.

“There’s definitely not enough camera coverage in that area.”

***>.>  I thought we were becoming buds Jake. >.>***

Gino looked personally betrayed. “You were just kidnapped. We literally had to talk you down from going full Black Widow an hour ago.”

“I know,” Lola said breezily, already halfway to the hallway. “Which is why I’m gonna keep things normal. You said it yourself—act like I’m fine. Business as usual, right?”

“What, you expect me to sit upstairs and play Rapunzel while the rest of you get to run around setting the city on fire?” She whirled back around, hands on her hips. “Sorry, boys. No tower’s tall enough to hold me.”

Nico held up a hand, slow and calm like she was a feral animal he didn’t want to spook. “Okay, but maybe just… give it a couple days? Let us clear a few more pieces off the board first.”

Dom nodded. “Yeah, at least until we know who else is on the field. Whoever grabbed you wasn’t acting alone.”

Lola’s jaw tightened.

Enzo hadn’t said anything. He just watched her—silent, heat banked behind his eyes, dangerous in the way only he could be when torn between instinct and reason.

She exhaled sharply. “Fine. Two days. I’ll reschedule my clients.”

The room exhaled with her.

“But I’m not just gonna sit around twiddling my thumbs and waiting to be useful. If I’m gonna pretend everything’s normal, I need to do something normal.”

Enzo’s brow lifted. “Such as?”

“I figured I’d hit the mall. Grab a few things. You said act normal—and shopping’s a normal thing to do. Not for me, usually, but for regular people? Totally. Plus, it’s not part of my usual routine, so we’re less likely to run into premeditated traps or other surprises.” 

Enzo’s voice dropped low. “You don’t go anywhere alone.”

Lola arched a brow. “Seriously?”

“Bathroom. Dressing rooms. Parking lots. Someone is with you—always.”

She stared at him. “You want a bodyguard while I pee?”

He didn’t blink. “I want you alive.”

“That’s not the same thing!”

“It is to me.”

Lola groaned. “You’re impossible.”

He stepped in closer, voice a velvet threat against her skin. “And you love me for it.”

Lola rolled her eyes, her grin daring. “In the dressing room, though? You want them in there with me?”

Enzo didn’t answer right away. Just stepped in close—too close. His palm found her lower back, guiding her in until her chest grazed his. He bent down, voice low and venom-smooth against her ear.

“Have them take pictures.

Send them to me.

They won’t know what to do with you.

But I do.

And tonight…

…you’re mine to be devoured for letting them see you like that.”

Lola’s breath caught, heart tripping over itself. But her smirk didn’t falter.

She tipped her face up just enough to ghost her lips against his jaw—barely there. A kiss like a promise and a threat.

Then she stepped back with a teasing hum, like nothing happened at all.

Behind her, Nico fidgeted.

“So, uh…” he cleared his throat, eyes flicking between them like a man watching a live grenade. “I guess I’m on mall duty?”

“Switch spots with me,” Gino offered immediately. “You stay here and stare at spreadsheets, and I’ll go watch Lo try on lingerie.”

Enzo didn’t blink. “You think she’s buying lingerie?”

Dom blinked. “She’s not?”

Lola’s back was already to them, but her voice drifted out like mischief on smoke. “Guess you’ll just have to wait and see, boss man.”

“She better not,” Enzo muttered, eyes still on Lola like she was a crime scene he planned to revisit. “That’s not for anyone else’s eyes.”