The Accountant

13. Mafia Family

Dominic

"You look like shit." He turned his head so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash.

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

The tall graceful 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, 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 that grazed 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 on 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 ее любите." 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.