Accidentally Yours (Merffy Kizzmet) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Nico

The shot wasn’t a bang. It was a flat, perfect sound–someone out there had taken their time.

For a heartbeat Nice thought it had missed–just a his knees went. Asphalt rushed up to meet him. whip of air past his ribs. Then heat bloomed under his shirt, sudden and savage, and

Fuck.

It felt like falling into water you can’t see the bottom of. Everything skewed–sound stretched thin, colors bled together, and the one thing in focus was her.

Lola.

She was kneeling over him in a blur, hoodie falling loose, braid slipping forward, eyes wide in a way he’d never seen before. He tell her not to look at him like that. Not like he was already gone.

He wanted to

Her hands pressed against his chest, frantic, Warm. Small. He wanted to lifeline, something bright to anchor to in the rushing dark. ted to tell her it wouldn’t work, but he couldn’t–her panic was a

“Hey, hey–Nic, look at me. Look at me. You’re okay, you’re okay.”

Her voice cracked, and it was the worst sound he’d ever heard.

He tried to answer, but his lungs stuttered around the hole. Air hissed, wet. Every breath tasted like rust.

Not here. Not in front of her.

He’d always pictured going down in a fight. Gun up, teeth bared, his brothers at his back. Not in a goddamn parking lot with her hands slick and shaking over him

But if this was it–if this was if this was the last–at least it was her face he got to see.

Trouble. Sunlight in a world full of smoke.

She was crying now, forehead pressed to his, whispering like she could barter with death if she just said it enough times. “I’m here. I’m right here.”

He tried to squeeze her hand. His fingers twitched weakly, but she caught them, gripped tight, refused to let him drift

Good girl. Stubborn to the end.

He found her eyes one last time. They were wild, beautiful, alive. Everything he’d never been brave enough to say was in the way he looked at her.

I love you. I’d do it again. Every choice. Every moment. I’d do it all again for you.

Her mouth was still moving–stay, stay, stay- but he couldn’t. Not anymore.

He let the dark take him with her name in his head.

Lola.

And then–nothing.

Lola

The change was so small at first she almost missed it

One second his chest was stuttering silence too heavy.

Stuttering under her palms, ragged and wet but moving, and the next… the rhythm shifted. A pause too long.