The Accountant

Chapter 21 Idiocy Dominic

His mother was right. Shit! Maman was always right. Though he loathed the tongue lashing he received

earlier this evening, everything made sense.

Leaving his detka last night seemed like the most sensible thing to do. He was so fucking mad, he

didn't want to be in the same room with her. He wanted to be with her but he didn't want the risk of

hurting her with his words or touch.

He will never hurt his baby. That was one rule he will never break, no matter how much he wanted to

kill the fucking bastards last night, Beau will never be an outlet for his anger. She was that precious to

him.

Spending the night instead at the bar, thinking, getting drunk. No clear answer came up when he woke

up. Just a stupid headache and a hangover. Until his father sat with him the entire ride back home. His

father, again, recounted his love and hate story with his mother before they finally succumbed to

married bliss. An eye-opener it had been.

Beau wouldn't have left him if he gave her what she wanted in the first place.

The former mafia king was right. Again. Fuck!

An apology and a verbal declaration. The idea alone should have scared him. To surrender was never

a part of his genes. He was a mafia leader born and bred. He bowed to no one. Fuck it! He was about

to do it for Beau. Expose himself and be vulnerable.

The anticipation of seeing her tonight spurred him on. Talk to her, make love, and fall asleep in her

arms. That's more like it. He was not particular which came first.

Did she eat the dinner he sent to her? He hoped so. She will need the energy. Glancing at the

grandfather clock in the library, his lips twisted in annoyance, it was almost midnight. Beau could be

asleep by now. He growled. Damn, paperwork.

Leaving his desk and the pile of work, he stretched, his stiff muscles protested. Making a mental note

to hit the gym in the morning, he strode to the door and exited his domain.

His went perfectly still. Surprised. Finding his detka seated at the grand staircase, in the dark and in the

middle of the night, his protectiveness towards her came to life.

Hearing her groan, in pain, made him stroll to where she was right away. His brows furrowed. Was it

her bullet wound? Fuck! How could he forget?

Dominic reached her just time. Cupping her face gently, he looked down. Surveying the beautiful face

tilted towards him, he gritted his teeth, her eyes were clenched shut and she was so pale.

"Dominic," she whispered without opening her eyes. Almost inaudible. But he heard her plea.

"Detka," He had missed her so fucking much. Sensing her weight plastered to him firmly, he panicked.

Hefting her firmly in his arms, he climbed the grand staircase.

"Alec!"

His roar thundered through the stillness of the night. He could hear his household frantically waking up.

Doors slamming, guns cocking, and hurried footsteps was running towards his voice.

A few minutes later, his general and Dr. Hope appeared.

"What happened, Mr. Vasiliy?" The doctor asked. With Beau still in his arms, he entered their bedroom

and laid his precious detka on the bed.

He hovered while Dr. Hope checked her vital signs. Glancing around the room, he spied the food tray

on the bedside table. Fuck! It was untouched.

"I want to know what happened to her. Was she like this during your stay at Anaheim?" Did she skip

meals? Lizzie understood what he meant by glancing at the table.

"No, tzar. Beau ate what she wanted. She didn't starve at all. I will need to run some blood tests to

know more." Her patient has fainted and Lizzie had a suspicion. She had been observing her friend for

a few days now. "As of the moment, her vitals are ok. She should come to in a few minutes." She took NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

a sample of blood. In an hour or two they will know for sure. The medical lab in this mansion was a

brilliant idea. "I will take this to the clinic. Make sure to give her plenty of fluids and asked her what she

prefers to eat."

He nodded. His darkened grays never leaving Beau's angelic features.

"Report to me right away if you find anything." Dominic watched the doctor leave the master suite with

his general.

The faint sound on the bed brought his attention back to its occupant. "Moya Lyubov?" He sat beside

her and took her lax hand gently. Color was returning to her cheeks and her eyes fluttered.

"Dominic?" She tried to get up but he shook his head. Gently, settling her body amidst the feather-soft

pillows instead. "Thank you."

Why so fucking formal? He frowned. "How are you feeling, moya Lyubov?"

He moved closer and gathered her in his arms. With a sigh, she came readily. Looking down at her

upturned face, he waited for her to speak. "We need to talk. You just can't keep on avoiding me." Her

brown depths narrowed in warning.