The Accountant

Chapter 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 petite 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, and 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 grazing 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 at Dinara's pleading huge eyes. To add more effect, she batted her eyelashes.

you, 8?" His hard gaze softened when she flashed him

it won't hurt to comb the tangles on her tresses. He did his

stay with Beau for an hour or two while I am in a meeting with dad. Use the dry shampoo with the

to the bathroom before he

of exhaustion. At least he will

trust, Dinara. I miss you so much. Please wake up, soon." His dry lips brush her temple

ее." Dominic glanced at his sister upon hearing her soft whisper. Her unique eyes were

It was the truth and he won't be a

important the unconscious woman was to him. "Don't worry, I won't leave her side until

to say. This was the first time he will leave her side for a

Dominic. I know what to say and I'll tell you right away when she

to kiss his moya lyubov's lips once more before

mom and tell her not to spook Beau with her wedding plans when he hasn't even demanded the woman to marry

praying for the patience he never had except with

to not give her the chance to tell him no. He

tied to

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Dinara Vasiliy

her brother's retreating back exiting the room, not in his usual elegant strides. Whew! She thought he changed

so lost and so dejected. He needed some fresh air before he lost

whipped. By this slipped of an angel sleeping too elegantly while in a

my brother," she spoke softly while she sprayed dry shampoo on Beau's luxurious black hair

cheekbones like a supermodel should possess. Perfectly arched brows, lush and long eyelashes, and smooth unblemished skin. Not the type that

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