The Accountant

Chapter 8 Night Cup The Enemies

The Enemies

The nervous tension around the room

was palpable. What had spooked the hardened criminals around him? The meeting was unexpected.

He was with his latest bitch when the boss called him in. Apparently, it was a pressing issue that has to

be dealt with tonight.

Sometimes, the boss can be overdramatic. He decided to humor him though. From what he had

observed, he had made a sound decision.

He watched their leader pace back and forth, cold sweat streamed down his face.

"What the fuck happened?" Bald man at the front asked.

The man stopped pacing and turned to them. His face was taut and he was pale.

"Our source from the inside informed me that Vasiliy hired the accountant." He announced gravely. So,

that was what made him nervous and everyone else in the room. Including yours truly. Fuck!

Damn that Russian butcher! Dominic Vasiliy took over the mafia world by storm. A mantle he donned

from his equally brute of a father. Everyone feared him and his general. Leaders bowed to him. He was Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

untouchable.

"You mean the accountant the Marcelinos use?" another asked. Deflecting his thoughts. Hoping that

was not the case or they will all be dead in the most gruesome manner. That was an inevitable

guarantee.

"Can you think of other accountants that the cartels and mafias used?" Bald man answered the dumb

question.

"Yes. The accountant. We have to plan for the worst. We all know how accurate that bastard is." The

leader continued to pace, thinking of a solution.

Well, he can only think of one. Hope it will not bite him back in the ass.

"Hire, Antoine. He will take care of it. We have the money." He suggested. All of the men nodded in

agreement. It was the only way.

"Do you know where this accountant lives?" A man in the corner asked. Joining the conversation for

the first time.

He nodded.

Though he suggested it. His immediate plan was to hightail it out of San Francisco as soon as possible.

"I will get that from my source tonight. The accountant will be dead by tomorrow evening." Yeah, right.

He doesn't believe their fucking self proclaimed leader anymore. He has turned greedy. It was the main

reason why they were facing this difficult situation. They had known all along yet they took the risk. And

now, it was time to pay. But not him. He will be moving to a third world country within 24 hours.

No one stole from the Vasiliy's and lived to tell about it.

And the accountant has served the underworld well. They will be stepping on a lot of toes if the leaders

found him dead. And if they find out it was them, especially the tzar... He shuddered.

The Russian Butcher was nothing but ruthlessly shrewd. He does not want to be a dead meat in 'Cisco.

He will be packing his bags tonight.

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Dominic

Gray-green depths traced the delicate features of the precious cargo sprawled in his arms. The endless

bouts of lovemaking earlier this morning and three hours slavering over the financial reports have taken

a toll on her. My poor detka.

She never woke up from her deep slumber. He carried her from the office down to the underground

parking garage. He happily paraded her slight delectable form in his arms, leaving everyone gawking in

his wake.

Her soft snores filled the dim confines of his Rolls Royce Phantom Limo, a closed panel separated

them from his driver, Dmitry.

The scenery and his detka in his arms soothed him. It has been a while since he felt like this.

and happy.

It will take at least an hour to arrive at their destination. They were going home. To her address on file.

It was a strategic decision for him. She wouldn't be able to escape him if they sleep in her bed. And he

wouldn't let her kick him out either. He smirked. Dominic congratulated himself.

He was aware several black SUVs were following them. Alec and his men. He had to be always careful

at all times, especially with his woman asleep in their car.

Exhaustion has also taken over. Almost a first. He was usually so restless to sleep. Let alone lower his

guard. But tonight... He glanced down fondly once more. He will doze and should be refreshed when

they get there. Another great idea. It will give his balls time to recuperate.

With the warm weight in slumber on his lap, he fell in a restful nap.

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Five firm raps on the car door woke him. He looked down, his woman was still asleep. She had not

even stirred.

His agile body got out of the confines of the backseat with her secured in his embrace. He paused to

look around him. Not a neighbor on site. She lived in a tiny cottage with a well-manicured lawn three

miles from the outskirts of the city. Fuck! She was all alone living in the almost deserted place without

protection. His jaw ticked at the thought of her in danger.

They will have a long talk, among other things, when she woke up. She stirred in his arms, he leaned to

kiss her temple, she hummed then went back to sleep.

Dominic walked to the front of the cottage. The door opened with Alec's picking expertise. He went

straight to the only door he could see at the end of the narrow hallway.

It was open. The bedroom was small but it will do.

His lips twitched, admiring her bed, at least it was big enough to fit the two of them. He laid her on top

of the covers, she clung to him, whining her protests.

"Shhhh...I won't go anywhere, moya lyubov. Let me strip and I'll join you in a minute." He soothed her

and nuzzled her fragrant hair. She sighed in happiness and went back to sleep.

"Hmmm, Dom..."Beau mumbled.

His lips curve gently. She looked so innocently adorable. He shrugged out of his coat, unbutton his

cuffs then paused....shit! His men.

He found Alec eating a lemon meringue pie at the kitchen. His general grinned at him. He narrowed his

eyes despite his good mood.

"Your take out is in the fridge, tzar."Alec pointed and preceded to devour his pie.

Dominic nodded. His eyes roamed the cottage's small interior.

The living room that connected with the kitchen was squeaky clean. Not a speck of dust. Earthy and

delicate colors adorned the place. From what he observed, his woman loved shades of red. The

information was something to file for future reference, for the interior designer of their new home.

With regards to that, "Have you found a suitable estate?" He queried. His attention back to Alec.

"Of course, my friend. The complete layout is at your desk. The market price though..." He halted,

noticing the mafia leader's raised hand.

"Doesn't matter. Have the interior designer incorporate shades of red in the master suite. Does it have

neighboring properties?" Alec nodded. Mouth full. "Buy them too, for yourself and our men. I want all

the corners of the land secured."

The jovial general saluted while gulping a glass of water. "This is really it, huh?"

"Yes, my friend. This is it." Dominic answered. Surprised he was really ready to lose his bachelorhood.

He had never been more serious in his life.

"I'm glad. I call dibs on your first child. Damn! My first godchild. I will teach him all the weapons in the

world." His friend almost rubbed his hands in anticipation.

His detka will have his head for that.

"It could be a girl." Beau's stunning beauty came to mind. "Nope. It should be all boys."

Alec chuckled. "Anything you need before I go, tzar?"

"Yeah, bring groceries for breakfast. You and the men can stay at the nearest hotel. I will let you know if

I need anything. Now, off you go." Dominic shooed him away. Irritated. He wanted to go back to bed,

where a warm, inviting and addictive delight was waiting for him.

The general bowed with a knowing smile and a shit-eating grin before he exited the cottage.

Dominic can hear him give out orders in their mother tongue. Moments later cars pulled out from the

property. Ever thoughtful, he left him a Glock on the counter. Always the cautious one, his general.

He knew his men had scouted the entire one-mile radius looking for possible threats before they left

him. They were that efficient.

Needing to quench his thirst, he drank a bottle of cold water thoughtfully. Maybe he should wake her up

for dinner? He shook his head and dismissed the idea. Nah, she might find an excuse to kick him out.

He went back to their bedroom with a cold bottled of water just in case she needed it but she remained

asleep.

Later. He promised himself to wake her up and eat. He stripped naked before he approached her side.

His deft fingers undress her carefully.

Satisfied, there was no cloth separating them, he climbed his side of the bed, gathered her in his arms

and exhaled a relaxing breath. Savoring her softness and her warmth.

Heaven couldn't be far off. This was more than good. He could do this every night. With a happy sigh,

he surrendered to sleep.

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The feel of a hot mouth bobbing on his thick erection woke him up. He groaned feelingly. Fuck! My

detka.

He glanced down and he closed his eyes tightly to savor the moment. He opened his eyes and his

stomach tightened, he was dazed from the sweet sensation.

She was in between his spread thighs, her long locks covered the sight of her sucking him off. Unable

to see what she was doing, it heightened the feeling.

Her touch was tactile, one that reached his soul. Penetrated his jaded existence. What had been an act

of mundane and necessary exercise before had become something much more with her. More defined.

More precious. More soul-consuming.

His thighs trembled from her erotic ministrations. She moaned, the vibrations made his spine tingle. He

groaned.

Reclining, to better guide her untutored --thanked God-- but instinctive skill, he wrapped his fingers on

her disheveled dark brown hair. Fuck! His aching cock was wedged firmly inside her almost bee-stung

lips and her eyes were closed in bliss. From sucking him off. He shuddered.

She paused, feeling the cold air of the air conditioning. "Continue, detka." He rasped. His voice deep

and gravelly from sleep.

Big hands gathered her thick locks, one at the back of her skull, guiding her, showing her the perfect

rhythm. She moaned her approval on his wet dick. All his muscles quivered at the erotic sight.

Her cute mouth stretched on his cockhead, firmly gliding, sucking his precum while both of her wet

hands jacked him off.

"Fuck!" His eyes rolled to the back of his head and unconsciously he thrust in her mouth, the head

hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a bit but quickly recovered. "Relax your throat, baby."

She did and hummed. Gripping her hair tight, he gave in to her demands and began to fuck her mouth.

His eyes, slits of lust watched her struggle to take more than she was capable of.

Trying to be more gentle, he slowed down but she shook her head and ever so slowly she scraped her

teeth on the sensitive cockhead. Fuck! Okay, he got the message.

Her saliva and precum steadily streamed down his tight balls. He growled. Very conscious he couldn't

take any more of this torture.

"Motherfucker!" Dominic gritted through his teeth. She looked up, her expressive brown gaze glittering,

gleaming with joy at his tense features, lust, and satisfaction written within her depths.

"Hmmm," the slurping sounds she made from licking his balls to the swollen tip of his dick was so

obscene yet that was what he needed.

"Put me back in your mouth. Now!" She readily obliged. His hands tangled more firmly on her hair and

nape, he pulled her down for his urgent thrusts. In and out. Sucking and licking. Shit!

With fascination and delight, she tried to take more, the head hitting her throat, it contracted in reflex.

"Ahhhh! Fuck! I'm close." His warning fell on deaf ears. Her hands gently massage his balls. That's it.

With a savage growl, he came spurting in her mouth, she attempted to swallow but it was too much.

His cum kept on coming, leaking from her lips.