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.
the dark and in
her groan, in pain, made him stroll to where she was right away. His brows furrowed. Was it her bullet wound? Fuck!
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
eyes. Almost inaudible. But he heard
so fucking much. Sensing her weight plastered to him
"Alec!"
household frantically waking up. Doors
few minutes later, his general and Dr.
Vasiliy?" The doctor asked. With Beau still in his arms, he entered their bedroom and
her vital signs. Glancing around the room, he spied the food
stay at Anaheim?" Did she skip meals? Lizzie understood what he
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 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
His darkened grays never
if you find anything." Dominic
He sat beside her and took her lax hand gently. Color was returning to her
tried to get up but he shook his head. Gently, settling
formal? He frowned. "How are you
With a sigh, she came readily. Looking down at her upturned face, he waited for her to speak. "We need