The Accountant

Chapter 4 Violent Reaction Dominic

People say he was just like his father. A motherfucking nutcase made of titanium no man can crack.

Arrogant, merciless, and an overbearing asshole who can make enemies lose their shit when he

walked in a room. His presence alone commanded absolute respect.

Of course, the description came from his little sister. He smirked. She was the only one who can talk to

him like that. And mom was the only person who can make him quake in his boots.

Until HER. The traitorous thought came unbidden. He shook his head. Irritated. Angry and agitated

once more.

His thoughts went back to his parents. To his father, the former mafia leader mellowed over the years.

His sister had both of them wrapped on her pinky finger and his mom still had his influential sire pussy

whipped.

Handing Dominic the mantle three years ago, his father was presently enjoying his retirement with

mom and Dominic's sister, somewhere in France. Imagine what love can do to a mafia king. Love.

Interesting.

Fuck! If anyone could see him right now. Pining for a woman who he didn't even get the chance to

know the name. He pinched the bridge of his nose. Control. He needed it. His blood has been boiling

for days, he was constantly prowling at night.

He went back to his new club, Euphoria, several times. Waiting. For his detka.

Even interviewed the fucking bartender. He smirked. The asshole peed in his pants, made aware to

never make a pass on the big boss's woman in the future. Yes, his woman. His pussy.

Still early in the evening and yet he had a lot of work to do. In his black boxers, freshly showered, he Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

went to his desk. His usual business transactions lasted until the early hours of the morning. Uncaring

of the state of undress he was currently in, he settled on his leather seat. Overly tense. Every muscle in

his body rigid.

Overthinking. Still imagining. His angel.

"Ublyudok!" He banged his fists on his table, denting the wood, barely noticing the sting. He couldn't go

on like this.

Where the fuck was she?! He had to find her. The only woman he had ever wanted to wake up next to

him in bed was gone. She left while he was asleep. He wanted her. He fucking did.

God! The first time he saw her he thought he was looking at an angel. Sultry, seductive with an aura of

innocence surrounding her like a halo.

He was speechless. Stunned. He kept eye-fucking her and imagining what she would look like under

her gray shimmering dress molded to her perfect body. Her skin was naturally tan, glowing in the dim

light of his newest club. When his eyes reached her delicate features, tracing her lush pink lips, her

flush cheeks, and her mesmerizing chocolate brown eyes, he knew right then and there he was fucked.

His cock was throbbing in his pants, seeping precum. Hard for her. He had wanted to claim her then

and there.

And to think he considered himself jaded. Too tired of bimbos, actresses and models and the like. He

had lost interest in bedding them a long time ago. He dated for galas and appearances and that was it.

To their disappointment, he always sent them home after.

Ever since he became the head of the organization, he took his mother's advice and started to look for

his anchor. The one who will keep him sane in this mafia world. He wanted what his parents had. It

became his goal and when he finally found her, had her in his grasp, in his bed, she escaped him.

He shouldn't have let his guard down and slept. But he was so fucking deliciously exhausted, his body

had shut down. His balls were drained from cumming several times inside her and her mouth. Shit!

That was the only night of sexual activities he didn't use a condom.

He was usually cautious to the point he would always withdraw even with rubber on. But with her. Fuck!

With her, he lost control. It was as if he was aiming for her to conceive. His precious angel. A virgin.

She was. He taught her a lot after that. So eager to please him, she blew his mind away. And he fucked

her until they were both raw.

He will have her and he will find her. Not giving a damn even if he had to kidnap her. She was his and

his alone. No one else will taste her delicious pussy. Anyone who tried to steal her from him will be

dead.

***

"I want goods news, Alec." His dark eyes pierced his general. Almost at the end of his patience, he was

ready to tear down San Francisco to find his angel.

"Tzar, our techs are reviewing the surveillance from the club and this hotel. The girl..." Dominic hurled

his crystal glass on the wall, watching the expensive vodka stain the white paint. Cutting his general's

sentence.

"Not good enough! I want results. That girl...is my woman," His anger has become his companion these

past few days. The frustration he felt without her by his side was overwhelming. Why did he forget to

get her name?

Because he was an arrogant asshole thinking she would be like other women that would insist to stay

in his bed, even when he kicked them out after sex.

She was different. He will never make the same mistake. If he had to tie her to his bed, he will do it.

God! The possibilities.

"Of course, tzar. She hailed a cab outside your hotel. We are looking for the driver and the vehicle as

we speak." Alec was standing ramrod straight before him. He took a deep breath to relax. Still tense.

Fuck it!

"Shit. I need her, Alec. She is the one." The only one he could confide was his general. They grew up

together. Fought and bled together. Their fathers always knew that Alec will be his second in command.

Just like his father before him. He was also the only one to come close to beating Dominic in combat.

He respected the man and he trusted him with his life.

"I know, tzar. You will find her. Aunt Tatiana will be ecstatic." Dominic smirked. She would be planning a

wedding if she knew.

"Not a word. I want to find my woman first." He warned and Alec nodded.

He was a hardened assassin but he was scared of the tzar's mother as well.

"Yeah. I know how your mom and my mom is." Alec shuddered dramatically. Both ladies, best friends,

were terrible matchmakers.

"It's been days. I want to find her soon." Dominic was going crazy.

"I promised you will, tzar."

He nodded. He will, even if he had to roam the city himself.

"Any updates from accounting?" He asked. Changing the subject. They had been having issues with

unbalanced sheets for weeks now. It was the main reason he flew back from Russia in such short

notice. He was fucking thankful he did. Something good had come out of it. Detka.

"Yes. I have spoken with Daniel Mills. The department head. What we are looking at is around 200."

"Thousand?"

"200 million in Euros." His whole body froze. Money was not a problem. The amount was a drop in the

ocean of what his family had accumulated over the years. Loyalty was. It was the ultimate code of

honor in his mafia world. It was either you were loyal to the code or you die.

"That Daniel guy couldn't find it?"

"No, tzar." Alec shifted. Conveying his distaste for the thief in their organization.