The Accountant

8. Night Cup

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 had 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?" The bald man at the front asked.

The self proclaimed leader 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 untouchable.

"You mean the accountant the Marcelinos use?" another asked. Deflecting his thoughts. Hoping that was not the case or they would all be dead in the most gruesome manner. An inevitable guarantee.

"Can you think of other accountants  the cartels and mafias used?" Bald man answered the dumb question with an irritated curl of his lip.

"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. Hoped 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 didn't believe this fucking asshole anymore. His greediness had done them in. The main reason they were facing this difficult situation. Knowning 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 Vasiliys and lived to tell about it.

And the accountant had 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 did not want to be dead meat in 'Cisco. He will be packing his bags tonight.

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Dominic

Dark grey depths traced the delicate features of the precious cargo, sprawled in his arms. The endless bouts of lovemaking earlier this morning and three hours of 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.