The Accountant

Chapter 16 Wrong Move Dominic

This fucking stupid manhunt was killing him. He needed to be with his detka. It has been days and he

fucked up. Big time.

Making things right should be his goddamn priority. The remorse and guilt he felt every time he held her

in his arms while she slept was eating him alive.

He was aware she was confused by his actions and most likely hurt. It was never his intention. These

were new emotions he needed to figure out on his own.

The insecurities, damning, was eating him alive. How to tell her he was sorry? Because of his

arrogance and carelessness, she almost died. He had not forgiven himself for what had happened.

He and Alec will wrap this up and go home. He needed to be by her side. Fuck it! He was turning into a

sappy old fool.

Special plans were in place. To be executed the next time he saw his beautiful angel.

He will treat his baby with a nice romantic dinner, go down on his knees and ask her to marry him.

Begged if needed be. No more arguments and no more high handedness. At least with the

engagement part.

The heirloom ring was ready. And the time was right. He would be home by tomorrow at the latest.

Excitement was an understatement. It was more than that.

Dominic glanced at his general. "Is my Boeing ready?" It was a fruitful trip even though he had to be

away from Beau for a few days. Two more traitors had been eliminated from his list.

They lost track of the assassin but he was confident they will have his location soon.

The fuckers were so shortsighted to have thought they could get away from him. Him, A Mafia Tzar?

The Comando Vermelho or Red Commando was more than happy to hand them over to pay for their

crimes.

All the mafia leaders, in any country, will do the same for The Butcher to avoid his wrath.

"Yes, tzar. It always is. But..." Amusement played in Alec's eyes. He was fully aware Dominic was

eager to go home. His steel gaze narrowed. "You have a meeting with the Leader of Red Commando

tonight."

Motherfucker! And it tended to last until the early hours of the morning because of the party. A lot of Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

expensive booze, drugs, and Brazilian models will be present. Not that he intended to fuck a pussy that

night or any other night.

He had his own pussy waiting for him back home and he aspired to be faithful to her. Even though they

couldn't be intimate just yet because of her healing wound, he was content with cuddling with her for

the time being.

Shit! Reformed scoundrels do make the best husbands.

If SHE accepts you.

The fuck! Of course, she will.

"We will leave by midnight," he growled. Eager to have his detka in his arms soon.

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Dinara

Mafia Princess

Shitty shit! She can't believe she pulled it off.

Not a guard on sight. All frantic to reach the nearest toilet. Dinara giggled. Now, she knew which

laxative was strong and made a mental note to order more. Thank God for online shopping.

Her father or her brother will tan her hide for this. She snorted. She didn't care. There was only one

important word playing in her mind.

F R E E D O M!!!

"Shhh...stop giggling, Dinara." Lizzie whisper-yelled at her while Beau tagged at her lose long sleeve

shirt.

"Come on. We take the Black SUV. You have your own cards with you, yeah?" They both nodded.

Dinara and the girls were in their nightclothes. They didn't bring extras with them, needing only their

wallets. Anything else they could buy when they reached their destination. The question was, where?

"We hide at my cottage?"

She glanced at Beau and tried to suppress her laughter. Her future sister in law was nervous as hell but

excited at the same time. She kept glancing at her surroundings as if she expected Dominic to appear

out of nowhere.

Who wouldn't be? They had escaped a highly guarded mansion commanded by her brother. She

should get awarded for this. Or not. She grimaced. Better think of the consequences when they were

found.

Well, they had better make the most of this.

"They will find us there easily. I have a place in mind." Oh, yes! And what a place it would be. They

could stay there for days. She'll give it three days tops before they were found.

That will be the last place her brother will expect them to hide. She hoped so.

***

"Surprise!!!"

"Isn't this amazing?!" Dinara gushed. Her two companions were speechless and shocked, their eyes

wandered to the beauty of this dreamland.

They had checked in to an exclusive villa where they requested not to be disturbed.

It took them six hours and twenty minutes to drive from San Francisco to Anaheim. Where the closest

Disneyland was.

"God, yes! It's my first time here." Beau whispered in awe. Her eyes on the chocolate store then she

gagged. Her brows furrowed in disgust. "Can we find the nearest pastry shop? I want some berry pies.

I'm hungry."

In response, her stomach growled loudly.

Dinara threw Lizzie a puzzled glance. She shrugged. Beau was always hungry during the road trip.

They stopped at convenience stores several times and all she ate were either fruit tarts or berry pies.

"Ok. But we have to go shopping after breakfast before we visit the amusement parks. I have a lot on

my bucket list." Eager dainty hands rubbed in anticipation. The trio agreed. Impatient to start with their

activities. Thank God or she would have dragged them both by their ears.

They went to the closest McDonald's - Beau again ate five hot apple pies with vanilla ice cream- then

they visited the shopping district. The girls and she knew they stink and they needed a change of

clothes.

The lady owner almost had a heart attack when they entered one of the expensive shops in Orange

County in their pajamas. But one look at their black cards had put her worries to rest, assuring her that

they were not juveniles. Or maybe they were. Who the fuck cares?

In under two hours, they had everything they needed. New cell phones and three brand new DSLRs.

Plus tons of cut off shorts and t-shirts.

They were dressed like any tourist.

Disneyland will be their bed of oysters. They had at least a few days to make the most of it before her

brother found them.

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Dominic

A throbbing headache the size of Texas was bothering him, making him clench his jaw. Fucking

massive migraine from all the mundane business deals.

He wanted this over and done with. "How much do you propose, De Silva?"

"Fifteen percent, tzar." The leader held his breath.

Good. He had killed lesser men for demanding preposterous cut but since he was impatient and

wanted this done yesterday...

"Twelve and that's final." Dominic's hard gaze narrowed, daring the gang leader to protest. He was not

feeling so magnanimous right now, he might still blow the fucker's head off.

De Silva slowly grinned in delight from the bargain, the tension in the room vanished just as quickly.

Dominic calculated how much it will cost him. Bearable. Ok then. 11.2 million euros every week was

nothing as long as his billions worth of shipments were safe.

"As a token of my gratitude..." De Silva clapped his hands and a horde of women approached them.

Each and everyone was beautiful and lustrous but hell no.

The Russian tzar dismissed them, ignoring their disappointed expression and waved them to Alec's

direction but his general shook his head as well. Was he missing something here? His friend never

shunned from free eager pussies before. Just as well, he was eager to leave.