The Accountant

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, were 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 to 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. 

The excitement he was feeling 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 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!!!