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.

his lap, he fell in a restful

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looked down, his woman

in his embrace. He paused 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 the city. Fuck! She was all alone living in the almost deserted place

She stirred in his arms,

the cottage. The door opened with Alec's picking expertise. He went straight to the only door he could

open. The bedroom was small but

of them. He laid

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

"Hmmm, Dom..."Beau mumbled.

She looked so innocently adorable. He shrugged

eating a lemon meringue pie at the kitchen. His

take out is in the fridge, tzar."Alec pointed and preceded to devour his

roamed the

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

suitable estate?" He queried.

complete layout is at your desk. The

the interior designer incorporate shades of red in the master suite. Does it have neighboring properties?" Alec nodded. Mouth full. "Buy them too,

while gulping a glass of water.

Surprised he was really ready to lose his bachelorhood. He had

I will teach him all the weapons in the world." His friend almost

will have his head

be a girl." Beau's stunning beauty came to mind. "Nope. It should be all

chuckled. "Anything you need before I go,

off you go." Dominic shooed him away. Irritated. He wanted to go back to

and a shit-eating grin before he

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

one-mile radius looking for possible threats before they left him. They were

he should wake her up for dinner? He shook his head and dismissed the idea. Nah, she might find

to their bedroom with a cold bottled of water just in case she

himself to wake her up and eat. He stripped naked before he approached her

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

was more than good. He could do this every

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a hot mouth bobbing on his thick

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

between his spread thighs, her long locks covered the sight of her sucking him off. Unable to see what she

one that reached his soul. Penetrated 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.

from her erotic ministrations. She moaned,

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

feeling the cold air of the air conditioning. "Continue, detka." He rasped. His voice deep and gravelly from

one at the back of her skull, guiding her, showing her the perfect rhythm. She moaned her approval on his wet dick.

stretched on his cockhead, firmly gliding, sucking his precum

rolled to the back of his head and unconsciously he thrust in her mouth, the head hitting the back of her throat. She gagged a bit but quickly recovered. "Relax

her demands and began to fuck her mouth. His eyes, slits of lust watched her struggle to take more than she was

she shook her head and ever so slowly she scraped

precum steadily streamed down his tight balls. He growled. Very

gritted through his teeth. She looked up, her expressive brown gaze glittering, gleaming with joy at his

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

hair and nape, he pulled her down for

take more, the head hitting her

on deaf ears. Her hands gently massage

mouth, she attempted to swallow but it was too much. His cum kept