Accidentally Yours Chapter 92

**Enzo**

Enzo’s glass was half-empty, the scotch dark as blood under the low light. The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of Vegas far below—neon buzzing, traffic thrumming, the city’s heartbeat pulsing against the glass. Gino sat across from him, boots propped on the coffee table sitting between the chairs, nursing his own drink. Neither man said much. They didn’t need to. The waiting said it all.

Enzo’s phone lit up. Dom.

His chest seized tight. He answered on the first ring. “What?”

“It blew, Enzo—it fucking blew! I can’t—” Dom’s voice cracked, hoarse with smoke and panic. “I can’t fucking find her!”

The room stilled.

Enzo’s glass hit the counter hard enough to crack crystal, amber liquid spraying across the polished wood. Gino straightened instantly, every muscle coiled.

Enzo’s voice dropped, calm and lethal. “Say that again.”

Dom’s words shredded through the line, broken and raw. “She’s gone. I can’t find her.”

Silence. A silence heavy enough to drown in. Then Enzo stood, chair screeching back, his whole body vibrating with a rage so sharp it cut the air around him.

“Call Jake for footage of the shop. Get me the chief on the line,” he snapped at Gino. “Now.”

Gino didn’t argue—he never did when Enzo sounded like that. He moved, phone already in hand.

Enzo crossed the penthouse in sharp, decisive strides, stripping as he went. Shirt and tie, tossed aside like dead skin. He dragged on black cargo pants reinforced with Kevlar, fabric rasping over his legs. The compression shirt followed, clinging tight to his chest, veins throbbing against the stretch. Then the vest—plates sliding into place with practiced precision, the sound as final as a coffin lid shutting.

Knives strapped to his thighs. Flashlight clipped. Zip ties hooked. Guns, magazines—weight after weight stacking onto him, dragging him deeper into the storm. Each snap of a buckle, each click of a magazine was another vow carved into bone.

The earbud slid in, comms unit alive with a sharp hiss.

Gino returned, phone against his chest. “He’s on.”

Enzo didn’t break stride. “Sorry for calling so late Cheif but listen carefully. Someone just hurt and took something that belongs to me. I will find her. I’ll tear through this city until rivers run red. Keep your men out of my way. If they get caught in it, I won’t stop.”

A pause on the line. The quiet assent of a man who understood exactly what stood on the other end.

Enzo ended the call, jaw locked so hard it felt like his teeth might splinter.

That’s when Jake slipped in, pale face lit blue by the tablet in his hands. “I’ve got a live feed.”

Enzo closed the distance in two steps. The screen filled his vision.

Flames devoured the tattoo shop, orange tongues clawing at the black sky. The street was chaos—his men swarming the wreckage, some digging with bare hands. The camera shook with every explosion of glass collapsing inward, every girder giving way. Smoke curled thick enough to choke, swallowing whole blocks.

***That blast should’ve leveled anyone inside. Fire, steel, glass—how the fuck could she have survived that?***

He saw Nico strapped to a stretcher, blood smeared down the side of his head, paramedics rushing him into the back of an ambulance. Dom tore at rubble with his bare hands, chest heaving, shouting her name. Others clawed at stone and steel, dragging hoses, faces gray in the firelight.

***No Lola.***

His knees hit the marble floor before he realized he’d buckled. The scotch burned in his chest like acid, but it was nothing compared to the fire tearing him apart. His breath snapped shallow, breaking into jagged bursts. He pressed a fist to his sternum like he could keep the pieces of himself from shattering. His lungs dragged in phantom smoke, the taste of ash thick on his tongue.

For a full minute he drowned in it. Fire. Smoke. Nothing.

She can’t be dead. If she was, he’d feel it in his marrow. He’d know. No—if she was alive, then she could be found. And if she could be found, he’d rip the world down to its foundations until she was back in his arms.

***Get up. Get the fuck up.***

He dragged in another breath, forced it down, forced it out. Rage rushed into the hollow grief had carved open. His vision tunneled, teeth bared, every muscle quaking until he shoved himself back onto his feet.

Jake’s voice cut in, low. “We don’t know what happened. The explosion, where she was when it went off—if anyone took her. Nothing. Cameras are gone. Feeds were wiped with the blast. We’re blind.”

Enzo’s gaze snapped to him, lethal. “Then start hunting. Every name. Bellandi’s crew. The fucking Russians. The Zhang brothers. I don’t care who. Anyone who might know anything. Build a list, build a team, and find her.”

Jake nodded, pale but steady, already moving, fingers flying over the screen as he disappeared toward the door.

Enzo turned back to the live feed one last time. His men still dug like their souls depended on it. The ambulance doors closed on Nico. Dom roared her name until his throat went raw.

And Lola—his girl—was nowhere.

Enzo’s voice dropped to a whisper, deadly and absolute. “I’m coming for you.”

Gino’s voice cut in, low but steady. “What’s the plan, boss?”

Enzo adjusted the vest across his chest, jaw aching from the pressure locked inside. His pulse thundered, ribs threatening to crack. He kept his voice even—calm. Dead calm.

“The plan is simple. I find her. And anyone—anyone—who had a hand in this doesn’t get a second chance. They don’t get mercy. They don’t even get a grave.”

The room fell into silence.

But inside his head, Enzo was a roar of denial and fury. She can’t be dead. If she’s alive, I can find her. And if I can find her—I’ll burn the world down until I do.

His stare locked on the flames flickering across the screen, unblinking, fury banked molten under the surface. “They tried to take my world from me. So I’ll take theirs. Piece by piece. Until she’s back in my arms.”

He slammed a fresh magazine into place, the click echoing sharp and final.

***Hold it together. Don’t break. Not yet. Not until she’s safe.***

“That’s the plan.”