Accidentally Yours Chapter 76

*****Enzo*****

“She’s definitely trying on lingerie,” Enzo muttered with a sigh, shaking his head like a man already paying the price for a game he started.

Dom blinked. “Wait—are you serious?”

“I told her to let you take pictures,” Enzo said calmly.

Nico coughed. “And you’re good with that?”

“Of course I’m good with it,” Enzo said, voice low and smug. “It was my idea.”

Dom’s mouth opened. Closed. Opened again.

“You’re either the chillest boyfriend in the world,” he muttered, “or completely unhinged.”

Enzo didn’t deny it. Just tilted his head slightly, eyes sharp and calculating.

“I don’t know what it is about that girl,” Enzo said, voice low and dangerous, “but she’s in my blood now. Crawled in and claimed every part of me without asking.

I trust her more than I should. And I trust you two with what’s mine. So listen close—right now, you’re not guarding a girl.”

His eyes cut between them like a blade.

“You’re guarding my life.”

Nico swallowed hard.

Dom just exhaled like a man preparing to enter a war zone. “So, what’s our rulebook here?”

Enzo’s gaze turned deadly serious, even if his tone stayed smooth. “You can look. You can suffer. You can lose sleep. But keep your hands to your fucking selves.”

“Copy that,” Nico said instantly.

Gino made a wounded noise from across the room. “I swear to God, if she ends up trying on one of those thigh-high teddy things and I miss it—”

Enzo cut him off with a sharp look. “You’ve got your orders.”

Gino pointed both hands at Dom and Nico like they’d just been handed front row tickets to the apocalypse. “This is bullshit. You two better come back with every angle.”

Nico raised his hands in mock surrender. “You want a panorama?”

“Give me a damn slideshow,” Gino grumbled. “With transitions.”

Dom smirked. “Pretty sure I’m gonna need a safe word by the time we’re done.”

Enzo rubbed a hand over his jaw, ignoring their antics—though the corner of his mouth twitched. “Gino—get moving on assembling secondary crews. I want rotating units running background sweeps on every contact we’ve made in the last three weeks. No gaps.”

Gino straightened immediately, playful energy fading into professional readiness. “You want intel or muscle?”

“Both. And tight,” Enzo said. “We’re not getting caught off guard again.”

“Copy that.” Gino gave Dom and Nico one last jealous look. “Enjoy your fucking field trip, assholes.”

They didn’t even try to gloat—just grabbed their jackets like they were suiting up for battle.

 Enzo didn’t move, just let his gaze linger on the hallway Lola had disappeared into.

***She needed a distraction. Something sharp. Something fun. So I gave her one.***

***Let’s see how long it takes before I regret it.***

**Dom**

***This couldn’t be real.***

***This wasn’t real.***

Dom jabbed the elevator button like it owed him money. It had already lit up, but his finger didn’t care. His nervous system needed a task before his soul burst through his skin and fled down the hallway screaming.

“Bro.”

Nico’s voice was hushed, reverent in the way you speak inside ancient cathedrals or active crime scenes.

“She’s gonna be naked.”

Dom spun around like he’d been shot. “He told her to take pictures. And to let us take them. You understand that, right?”

“I heard.” Nico looked shell-shocked, like he’d just walked out of war and into a lingerie catalog.

“He assigned us,” Dom hissed. “To the dressing rooms. With her. With outfits.”

“With lace,” Nico added hollowly. “And probably garters.”

“I can’t do this.” Dom ran both hands down his face. “This is like… some kind of psychological op. Like he’s trying to break us so we’ll never recover. So we’ll never look at her wrong again.”

Nico exhaled. “You remember that barista last month? The one who said her name wrong and then asked if she was seeing anyone?”

Dom winced. “You mean the guy whose car caught fire in broad daylight and no one ever found the footage?”

“Yeah.” Nico stared at him. “That guy.”

The elevator dinged and kept them waiting, like it had popcorn and wanted to enjoy the show.

Dom clutched his stomach. “I’m gonna throw up and pass out and die and Enzo’s still gonna send my corpse to hold her bags.”

“She’s gonna spin around in something see-through,” Nico whispered, eyes haunted. “And smile like she doesn’t know she’s a one-woman extinction event.”

“She knows,” Dom whispered. “She just doesn’t care.”

“She’ll ask our opinion,” Nico breathed. “She’ll say something like, which one do you think Daddy will like best? And then wink. And then we die.”

Dom wheezed. “I can’t get turned on and terrified at the same time, Nico! My organs don’t know what to do!”

The elevator dinged again.

The doors began to open.

“Okay. Okay, act normal,” Nico whispered.

“What the fuck is normal?” Dom rasped. “I’ve been dry heaving since the first mention of lace!”

The doors parted—

And there she was.

Lola.

Platform boots.

Maxi dress with a slit engineered by Satan himself.

Lip gloss shining like a threat.

Smile so wicked it should’ve come with a warning label.

She gave them a once-over so slow Dom swore it altered the air pressure.

“Took you long enough,” she said, like they weren’t seconds away from spontaneous combustion.

Nico stiffened.

Dom whimpered.

Lola stepped in with that walk—the one that ruined lives and triggered intrusive thoughts. “So…” She eyed them like dessert. “Who’s carrying my bags?”

The doors slid shut.

And Dom, voice cracked and spirit shattered, whispered,

“We’re already dead.”

**Nico**

Nico couldn’t argue.

She popped her gum with precision. “Took you long enough. I was starting to think I’d have to go shopping solo, and you know how dangerous that would be for your credit card.”

Nico blinked. “We’re not even at the mall yet.”

She stepped forward, lips twitching into a wicked smile, and looped her arm through his like they’d been dating for years. “Then let’s fix that. I’ve got a day to kill, a wardrobe to ruin, and a boyfriend to torture from afar. You two get to be the collateral damage.”

Dom groaned. “And this is us being normal?”

She tossed him a wink over her shoulder. “Babe, this is me being merciful.”

They made it to the car—sleek, bulletproof, luxury purring like sin. Lola climbed in first, dragging Nico with her, their thighs pressed so tight he wondered if she did it on purpose.

She absolutely did.

He adjusted his seatbelt like it might somehow save him from her gravitational pull. “So… what exactly is the mission today?”

She leaned in, eyes gleaming, breath warm at his neck. “Make you flustered. Make him feral. Maybe try on some lingerie. Who’s to say?”

Nico swallowed.

Dom snorted. “You’re gonna get us killed.”

“Correction,” she purred, “you’re gonna get yourselves killed. I’m just here to look hot and start fires.”

She flicked down the visor to check her lip gloss, then looked back at Nico with a slow once-over and whispered, “Do I have anything on my mouth?”

His brain stalled. “N-Nope. Looks… perfect.”

She smirked. “Just checking. Enzo said to make you bark like you want it.”

Nico cursed under his breath, "No he didn't."

"No, he didn't but wouldn't that have been funny?"

Dom was praying, "Father forgive me for I have sinned. Or am going to. Just forgive it all, ok? I'm trying my best, amen."

“This little mission?” Lola settled in her seat like royalty on a throne. “Helps me stretch my legs a bit. Remind the world I’m not the one to fuck with.” 

Dom curled into the window with a strangled groan.

Nico just stared straight ahead, whispering, “We’re so fucked.”