The Accountant

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 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. Content 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.

slumber on his lap,

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

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

among other things, when she woke up. She stirred in his arms, he leaned to kiss

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

was open. The bedroom was small but it will

fit the two of them. He laid her on top of the covers, she clung to him, whining

anywhere, moya lyubov. Let me strip and I'll join you in a minute." He soothed her and nuzzled her fragrant hair. She sighed

"Hmmm, Dom..."Beau mumbled.

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

pie at the kitchen. His general grinned at him. He

fridge, tzar."Alec pointed and

eyes roamed

squeaky clean. Not a speck of dust. Earthy and delicate colors adorned the place. From what he observed, his woman loved

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

The complete layout is at your desk. The

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

glass of water. "This is

really ready to

Damn! My first godchild. I will teach him all the weapons in the world." His friend

have his

came to mind. "Nope. It should be all

chuckled. "Anything you need

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,

bowed with a knowing smile and a shit-eating grin before he exited

orders in their mother tongue. Moments later cars pulled out from the property. Ever thoughtful, he left him a Glock

knew his men had scouted the entire one-mile radius looking for possible

he should wake her up for dinner? He shook his head and dismissed the

bottled of water just in case she needed it but

He promised himself to wake her up and eat. He stripped

the bed, gathered her in his arms and exhaled a relaxing breath. Savoring her softness and

This was more than good. He could

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

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

covered the sight of her sucking him off.

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.

erotic ministrations. She moaned, the vibrations made his

dark brown hair. Fuck! His aching cock was wedged firmly inside her almost bee-stung lips and her eyes were

"Continue, detka." He

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

his precum while both of her wet hands jacked him

of his head and unconsciously he thrust in her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a

Gripping her hair tight, he gave in to her demands and began to fuck her

shook her head and ever so slowly she scraped her

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

glittering, gleaming with joy

made from licking his balls to the swollen tip of his dick was so obscene yet that

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

delight, she tried to take more, the head hitting her

deaf ears. Her hands gently

he came spurting in her mouth, she attempted to swallow but it was too much. His cum kept on