The Accountant

Chapter 13 Mafia Family Dominic

"You look like shit." He turned his head so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash. This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

What the...Tired eyes focused on the small diminutive figure standing a bit too cocky before him.

The petite debutante entered the temporary master suite without knocking. Well, she looked more like

an 8th grader than an 18-year-old college freshman with her tight ponytail, long-sleeved shirt, and cut

off Levis and a worn pair of converse. Her favorite ensemble.

Years of practice kept Dominic's expression bland, used to his sister's outrageous personality. He

raised his stormy grays to her delicate beauty, blue-violet eyes flashing with concern met his and she

flipped her palest of blond hair. "I am fairly sure that we are not running out of money, sis."

"Pft...I'm sure too. Nevertheless, I wouldn't change the way I dress. I repeat brother, you look like shit."

She answered smartly without any hint of hesitation. Bossy minx.

"And your French accent grates on my nerves." Dominic rubbed his face impatiently. There was more

than a week's worth of stubble grazing his palms. "What are you doing here, Dinara? And where's mom

and dad?" He asked. Impatience and irritation laced his rough voice.

"At the foyer with your new butler and housekeeper. Be thankful I was the first one in. Well, you know

mom." She shrugged her eyes on the bed.

Yeah. Thanked fuck for small mercies.

His little sister slowly stalked to the king-size bed where his Beau remained immobile in her comatose

state.

Machines beeped in the stillness of the room. It has been ten days. He barely left the room. He has

prayed to all the gods and devils known to men. Beau remained completely still, asleep.

What kept him sane was knowing every time he talked to her or touched her, her heart would skip a bit.

His detka was subconsciously aware it was him.

All his work was forwarded to his makeshift office and Alec was sent to hunt the assassin and the

remaining traitors.

"She is so beautiful. Can I braid her hair?" He grunted in annoyance, momentarily distracted from his

detka, he focused once more at Dinara's pleading huge eyes. To add more effect, she batted her

eyelashes.

"What are you, 8?" His hard gaze softened when she flashed him her white teeth. Shit! He hoped he

will only have boys.

"Come on brother, I'll be gentle with my new sister." She ran her nimble fingers on his detka's dark

strands. Guessed it won't hurt to comb the tangles on her tresses. He did his best to give her warm

sponge baths but he has absolutely no idea what to do with her long hair except brush it.

"Ok, but," he raised his hand to thwart Dinara's squeals. He regressed. His sister was 7. "You have to

stay with Beau for an hour or two while I am in a meeting with dad. Use the dry shampoo with the

honey and vanilla scent. It's her favorite."

Dinara ran to the bathroom before he even finished his sentence.

He gave a huge sigh of exhaustion. At least he will be leaving his woman in his sister's capable hands.

"I'll be back, baby. You can trust, Dinara. I miss you so much. Please wake up, soon." His dry lips brush

her temple and he inhaled her familiar scent deeply.

"Вы любите ее." Dominic glanced at his sister upon hearing her soft whisper. Her unique eyes were

watchful and wistful.

"Yes." It was the truth and he won't be a coward and hide it. Beau will know soon enough.

She nodded. Understanding how important the unconscious woman was to him. "Don't worry, I won't

leave her side until you come back."

"In case she wakes up...tell her...tell my detka..." He didn't know what to say. This was the first time he

will leave her side for a long period of time. What if she woke up?

"Don't worry, Dominic. I know what to say and I'll tell you right away when she comes to. Go before

mom gets here." She teased, knowing that will keep him moving.

Growling in annoyance, he bent down to kiss his moya lyubov's lips once more before he unwillingly

left them.

How to calm his mom and tell her not to spook Beau with her wedding plans when he hasn't even

demanded the woman to marry him?

He looked heavenward, possibly praying for the patience he never had except with Beau.

Dominic had decided to not give her the chance to tell him no. He will have detka to wife come high or

hell water.

She will be tied to him forever.

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Dinara Vasiliy

She watched her brother's retreating back exiting the room, not in his usual elegant strides. Whew! She

thought he changed his mind. Thank God, he didn't.

Dinara exhaled in relief. She had never seen him so lost and so dejected. He needed some fresh air

before he lost his mind.

The mafia king was pussy whipped. By this slipped of an angel sleeping too elegantly while in a

comatose state.

"You really are one lucky woman to tame my brother," she spoke softly while she sprayed dry shampoo

on Beau's luxurious black hair and ran the soft bristles of the brush on her strands. "I like you already."

The woman's beauty was one of a kind. Red cupid's bowlike lips, straight cute nose. Defined

cheekbones like a supermodel should possess. Perfectly arched brows, lush and long eyelashes, and

smooth unblemished skin. Not the type that has been coated in skin rejuvenating chemicals. Hers was

all-natural.