The Accountant

Chapter 11 Vengeance Is A Must The General Alec

Sonofabitch! No one escapes him. No one! He will have that cocksucker in his hands and will skin him

alive slowly.

Alec was boiling inside with rage. He had always prided himself on his astute perception of his

surroundings. What happened was a blotch on his reputation. It wouldn't do. He will have his man.

His tzar would want a piece of that cocksucking assassin. Alec would be glad to let Dominic play with

the fucker before he made good on his promise.

The general's mind might be preoccupied with planning but his outer countenance remained stoic and

observant. No emotions showed on his face.

His concentration shifted though when he heard curses and shouting outside the operating room. Shit!

He had been gone long enough. It's not a good idea to let his tzar kill the hospital staff.

Dominic was in a complete panic state, he had demanded multiple surgeons and internists to operate

on his woman. Talk about possessive protectiveness. His leader surely took the cake.

"What the fuck do you mean she won't be able to wake up for a few days!?" Dominic yelled at the

doctor's face. The poor fella quaked before him. Shit! The man was the best surgeon in the country.

"Sir..." The doctor gulped. "Your fiancee...she had a concussion...yeah...and..."

Fiancee? Beau will castrate him.

"Motherfucker! Speak up. I'm losing patience here." The tzar's voice lowered in a menacing octave. Not

a good sign.

"Is there anyone brave enough to explain everything to us?" It's time for Alec to interrupt before heads

would fly. A brave soul moved forward.

Surprisingly, it was a young attractive female doctor. Interesting.

She licked her lips nervously while she looked at him. Eyes wide and possibly imploring and she

averted her gaze as soon as their eyes met. "Ms. Anderson suffered a concussion on her right temple

and the bullet entered half an inch above her heart and nicked her left lung. The operation was

successful but she needs time to recover. I recommended an induced coma to help her recover quickly

and to lessen her pain." She took a deep shaky breath after her monologue.

"How long?" His boss was reasonable now. A bit calmer, though not that much.

"A week at the most before she wakes up and more than a month to recover." The cute doctor looked

beyond their shoulders and the elegant symmetrical features of her flawless face were devoid of

emotions.

"When will I be able to see her?" There was gruffness in Dominic's voice that showed his vulnerability.

"The nurses are almost done cleaning her up. In a few minutes." She answered in a firm though a bit

shaky voice.

"Ok. I want you to be her personal doctor. Money is not a problem. You will be well compensated." She

paled at Dominic's request but she knew she couldn't say no. Wise girl.

"As you wish, Mr. Vasiliy. Please excuse me. I have to go back to your fiancee." Her fearful eyes

lingered on Alec's emotionless face for a few seconds before she walked back to the operating room.

Dominic turned to him. His gray eyes boiling with rage. "Report." His leader growled.

"We have two prisoners. I thought you might want to interrogate them yourself. But we killed everyone

else. The leader escaped. You and I are familiar with Antoine Lemonte. The dons and capos had him

on their payroll but he bailed after a few years. We combed the underground. The cartels and mafia

leaders are denying their involvement. Spies are in place just to be sure." The general murmured in a Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

calm voice.

The Russian leader glowered at the hospital's wallpaper, thinking. Calculating. "How did they know

where my woman lives?" He asked gruffly.

Only a handful of them knew. Alec finished mentally.

He never thought of that. What he could guarantee though was their men were loyal and solid to the

core. Each and everyone would die for their mafia leader. Who would have access to Beau's file aside

from them? Shit! "A fucking rat at the office. He or she may know of the tzarina's discovery of the rip-off

and those involved."

"Find him. I will chop him to pieces myself. And have the new estate ready within 24 hours. I will be

bringing my fiancee home." Those were Dominic's last instructions before he met the gurney carrying

his unconscious woman.

"At once, tzar." Damn! A lot of blood will be spilled before this was over.

His eyes found the tzarina's attending physician's, she blushed before ducking her head to avoid eye

contact.

Hmmm, interesting.

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Dominic

His woman. She looked so fucking frail and small on the hospital bed. Equipment of different shit was

connected to her. The most important one he had his eyes on was the heart monitor and breathing

tubes.

This is his fault. He took her report for granted and she paid the price. Every person on that list will be

dead by the end of the day. He will make sure they suffer like his detka was suffering right now.

She looked so pale. Her parlor hiding her vibrant beauty and her perfect doe-like eyes and her perfect

bow-shaped pouting lips.

He took a deep shaky breath. With his stomach churning in fright, it was painful. Looking around him,

he gritted his teeth.

Shit! He fucking hated hospitals. The last time he visited one was when his mother gave birth to his

little sister.

The white walls and the sterile environment reminded him of death. Moya lyubov does not belong here.

Tomorrow, he will bring her home. A room exactly like this one will be set up and he will employ medical

staff round the clock.