The Accountant novel Chapter 21

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.