The Accountant

He was cleverer than most men and he knew it. Dinara Vasiliy. She was on her way to him. Or she will once this was over.

A bit damaged but he didn't care. He licked his lips in anticipation.

His next mission. Money. Lots of it. And of course, the new tzarina. But he was hesitant over executing the rest of his plans.

Dominic's bitch might prove to be a handful while the mafia princess was as sweet as they come.

The anticipation was killing him. Nevertheless, he had to wait for the perfect timing. Jordan had the girl hidden somewhere.

Antoine will give her time to heal before he trained her to be his perfect slave.

His cellphone vibrated and he checked who was trying to call him. Ahh. Speaking of Jordan.

"Antoine, we have the girl at the safe house."

"Good. Set up the camera. It's time to play with the Russian tzar."

He knew the Vasiliys had no choice but to give in to his demands or they would be witnessing him defile their precious princess. He had always preferred them young. The younger the better.

As soon as the camera was on, his eyes were glued to sleeping beauty. Good. Someone had tended to the bullet wound on her shoulder. He smirked. Defiant little minx. He would enjoy breaking her in. In every possible way.

"It's ready, boss."

"Start recording."

He'd be a billionaire in a few hours.

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Dominic

What had transpired at the prison's cell left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Samuel Grant had been at one time one of his father's trusted men. Even made him one of Dominic's godfathers.

Money was the root of it all. He became greedy and it was his downfall.

Before he killed the old bastard, he made a lengthy confession to him and his father. The millions he had stolen, how their group hired Antoine to kill Beau. And how they had paid the fucking bastard time and again to do whatever needs to be done to finish the job.

No one was able to control Dominic after that. How he wished he could have killed the man over and over again.

was dawn and the sun was rising. Rafael and his men were resting

of sleep holding his detka then they'd be prowling the streets of San Francisco once more. To find

him. Beau would know what

amazing. A true partner. With her

closed his eyes briefly. Almost

in spades. He knew something was terribly wrong as soon as

Deep wails of anguished. His detka. Motherfucker! To this date, he had never seen his detka

found her slumped at the foot of the stairs, his

and he heard his father

had their women cradled

whispered on her fragrant hair. She was trembling

Her strength had significantly dwindled and she sagged

He saw his mother

tighter

He was the Mafia tzar. He would do what he does best and find his

willed her to stop crying. She only sobbed harder. And she was shaking. This wouldn't

found Alec and Dr. Hope. Both were holding unto each other. "Do you have something to relax

Let's go to

to the doctor's clinic with his precious baby girl in his arms.

her on the bed. "Dominic," she whispered. Her arms tightened

kissed her forehead and laid on the bed with her. Combing her hair gently, he nodded

while I check the fetus, tzar. This

in his arms. He closed his eyes. Glad he

of a pulse

Hope nodded reassuringly. "He

disengaged from his detka's embrace and gently pressed his lips

yes. Eyes soft. Fondly assessing the baby's

your baby as HE. She kept telling me, she knew it will be a boy. We will

Now she was in pain because she thought it was her fault Dinara was gone. It was not anyone's

her

Go and find my best

***

of their estate. They tried to question him but he knew nothing. He was paid by a friend of a

kidnapper was trying to be

mafia king. Not feeling so

anyone on the video except his sister Dinara, unconscious, covered in bandages on the bed. Her face

And I know you are working with The Butcher.

in his