《The Accountant》 Bonus Chapter One Bonus Chapter One Dominic ¨COne Year Later ¨C December in San Francisco prevailed some semnce of warmth from the past autumn season. Perfect. Just perfect. From his vantage point, with critical gray-green depths, he surveyed the vast garden below him. One same word. Perfect. Everything was. The weather had cooperated. It was not too humid and it was not too cold. All he needed was his family to make this special day astounding. Beau and his son, Sebastian, was out of his reach. It had been hours. He scowled. How long does it take to get ready? He loathed being away from them. Fuck! Where was Alec? Even his general was nowhere to be found. Suppressing a curse, he strode back to his domain, a library cum study he shared with his wife. His wife. The words had only be sweeter over time. His very demanding and fabulously genius wife. Fuck! He needed to see them. Impatient, he reached for the door but it was pushed from the outside. "Alec," he growled. "Tzar," his best friend and second inmand greeted him with a grin. "Where the fuck are they?" Dominic knew he shouldn''t swear that much. Beau had constantly reminded him because of their son. "Almost ready, my friend." He couldn''t believe Alec had also tied the knotst year. And now his wife, Dr. Hope was very pregnant with their firstborn. But no surprise there. They knew opportunities when stared at the face. "That was hours ago. Is everything in ce?" Dominic went back to the opened ss windows and nced down. This was how he imagined it would be. A magical scene for his tzarina. Fuck! And he, a Mafia King was sprouting romantic bullshit left and right. The things he would do for Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Beauty Grace. "Yes, tzar. The wedding nners have everything under control. Our guests are starting to arrive as well." "Good. And our security?" What prompted Beau to invite the mafia leaders all over the world, he was not privy to. It was a nightmare of unimaginable proportions but he could never deny her anything. "Snipers and elite force all in ce. I even integrated some of our men amongst our guests." He knew he could count on Alec. "And tzarina will have your head if you are not ready in time, tzar." Dominic frowned. Then he saw his reflection on the damn ss windows. Shit! He was still in casual clothes. And he looked at Alec, who had a shit-eating grin on his face, and who was dressed in a designer''s tuxedo. "Fuck!" He better get dressed. He had ns for tonight and arrivingte at his own wedding would not gain him brownie points from his detka. ________________ Dr. Lizzie Hope - Belcovich This special day made her remember her own beautiful wedding a year ago. Up to now, she still couldn''t believe she had created her own family with the man who was crazy in love with her. Maman - Tatty had insisted she called her that, while mama for Alec''s mother - was fussing over Beau exactly the same way they fussed on the doctor''s wedding day. These people were amazing. A true family. Lizzie caressed her protruding stomach fondly while she walked towards her best friend, Dinara, dressed in a beautiful and gorgeously elegant gown in white. Her burnished blond hair swept up and secured with diamond pins and flower buds. She looked amazing. She always had, except this past month she has kept to herself and she was mostly quiet with a far away looked in her lonely eyes. The mafia princess had matured during her sojourn. Where it was and whatever happened to her, it had changed her. Her best friend was no longer the easy-going, devil- may-care, girlish tomboy she had known before. And Lizzie had also noticed something else. As a professional, she wouldn''t utter her suspicion until her dear friend trusted her with her secret. Dinara had to so Lizzie and Beau could help her and dissuade their husbands from doing anything stupid. The mafia princess''s secret would be out in a few months. Maybe around summer. "How are you holding up, Arie?" Lizzie whispered. "No headaches today?" "Nope. I remembered our outing at Disnend." Dinara grinned. Her joy didn''t reach her eyes. What happened to you, my friend? She was almost tempted to ask her to spill it all. Soon. She sped her hand instead. "You know you can trust us, right? Me and Beau. We are worried." Dinara''s blue-violet eyes widened and she looked away. A guilty expression on her face. "I need to tell you somethingter. I will need your help." Tears flooded her beautiful depths, her friend took a deep shaky breath to stop her tears. Always a strong woman. "And I will be waiting. Let''s meet at the clinic after the party, okay? And do me a favor?" "What?" "No alcohol for you tonight. Not even a ss of champagne." Shocked. For her secret was out, Dinara nodded. "I promise." "Okay. Enough of this sappy mood. We better get Sebastian from her nannies before he will create a war in this household." They both giggled. Knowing how active their nephew at times. Only Beau could stop him, just like his sire, but both parents will be busy on their special day. Their tzarina required reinforcement. __________ Dominic The fuck it was about time! Any more of this bullshit and he was of a mind to kidnap his detka and bring her to an isted ind in the Pacific. Well, he bought one recently, however, it was a honeymoon surprise for her. In all his adult life, he could only count the times he had to wait for someone. Thus far, his experiences were only limited to Beau and his adorable son. This time she made him wait at the altar with a nervous pastor and a too giddy general as his best man. Atst, his beautiful woman consented to walk down the aisle. He had his little sister, Dinara to thank for that. After months of an extensive search for her, they finally found her. Because she gained her memory back and she contacted them to get her. They did right away. Papa and maman were back to their doting selves. Blessed with a new grandchild, they were steadfast in their role as matriarch. Thank God. As he had mentioned he had ns tonight and his little heir will be watched by his parents. The air changed as soon as violins began to y a romantic love song in the background and their entourage began its procession. He grinned when his less than a year old son, dressed in a mini-me tuxedo was carried by his Maman, gurgling and smiling at the oohs and as of their guests. Next were the groomsmen and bridesmaids, all cousins from Russia, then Dinara all in white escorted by an Italian Don. His eyes narrowed, the man was too close to his baby sister. That wouldn''t do. She was far too young to be seduced and he knew she was going to France for her college degree. He made a mental note to tighten her security and tell his father. Thank God his sister, although polite, looked bored. And pale. Was she sick? The background music changed its tune to the traditional wedding song and it distracted him. He held his breath when he saw Beau''s stunning silhouette beyond the arc of flowers. Fuck! She''s killing him. Her excuse of a white dress, made in the finest of Frenchce molded to her delectable body, strategically hiding important parts he was so familiar with teased his senses. His cock was stirring and he knew they would have a quickie right after the ceremony. Beau, escorted by his father, was only halfway and Dominic tried so hard to be patient not go to her and escort her himself. Preferably escort her from here to the nearest private room. Her wless face, though heavily veiled by a gauzyce, was graced by a stunning beaming smile. All for him. Motherfucker! His cock was throbbing, begging for relief. Finally, losing it, he met her before she reached the altar. His father chuckled and thumped his back in some sort of congrattions. Having all his attention to Beau, he nodded his head in acknowledgment. "Impatient?" His detka teased. "Yes." He growled. She had deliberately worn this dress for him knowing how crazy he was for her. She giggled when he hastily dragged her to the officiating priest. "You may start now, father or pastor. Whatever. Just begin with the ceremony. And make it quick!" The man paled. And Beau pinched his arm. He growled. "Now, father!" Their audience chuckled behind them. Entertained. "Dearly, beloved..." The man croaked. "Stop! Fucking stop!" Dominic snarled. Who would dare interrupt his wedding? The fucker had a death wish. In the blink of an eye, he had his detka behind him, his primed Glock in hand pointed at the man gasping and heaving at the arc. "Rafael?" Then all hell broke loose. ________________ ****************** Loving my bonus chapter? I bet you missed Dominic and Beau. Another bonus chapter perhaps? Please let me know. Chapter 1 Window Shopping Chapter 1 Window Shopping Beau Damn! Another worthless weekend. She had been gracing bars for a fortnight and still nothing. No tingles. No sparks. No instant attraction. It was either the man was gay or he was an asshole. Or both. Being a twenty-three-year-old, almost, hermit virgin was quite frustrating. All she wanted was a man she was attracted to, to help rid her off of the thin membrane in her pussy. Her cherry. She frowned. She sounded like a college slut chick. But really. Was it too much to ask? Most girls lose it at prom night these days. She was not that pretty and she was not that ugly either. For her sins, she was a bit choosy. Well, who wouldn''t want a hot hunk to ride? And of course, she was not stupid. Far from it. She had no ambition to be raped by a random guy or a psycho lurking in every part of San Francisco. Nor does she wanted to meet someone from a social media tform. And discover a grandpa pretending to be Liam Hemsworth. It may or may not have happened once. She shuddered at the memory. Not a good one. She wanted it in her own terms. That was the main reason she was here, window shopping. Getting the feel of the ce, so to speak. The new establishment she had decided to visit this fine Saturday evening was posh. Clearly, all the elite and famous had opted to converge on the same venue. This looked promising. She hoped. She knew she was attractive and on her best days, passable pretty. Tonight, she even felt beautiful in her Versace gray-silver dress. Specifically purchased to attract the opposite sex. It entuated her round bust, tiny waist, t midriff, and long tan legs. All the necessary bait. Way back in uni, she tried to do it with a college jock. The guy was buff and handsome. Although she felt nothing for him, she had convinced herself to just go for the heck of it. She did and didn''t chicken out. With her eyes counting the luminous stickers in her dorm ceiling, the jock in between her legs trying to put on a condom on his average dick, she waited. And waited. Then nothing. When she looked down, he was done,ing in the rubber. She kicked him out from her room, disgusted more with herself than him. The next day, it was all over the campus and she was celebrated as a frigid nerdy bitch. She never attempted to try the humiliating experience again. She had better things to do. Which she did. In under three years, she finished her degree before she reached twenty. She had never been more proud of herself. Practicing frence employment was the name of the game. She was her own boss and she owned her time. All she had to do was meet deadlines and that was it. Until a few weeks ago. At twenty-three, single and alone made her lonely. Perhaps. Maybe. She can have a child of her own. No, she was not interested in rtionships and picket fences. Just the baby. Why not? She had lots of money and she owned a picturesque cottage. Even though she grew up almost alone, she knew she could be a great mother. I think! She knew it was a bit cold-blooded to use a man, but again, why not? Men had been using women for the same purpose. Shit! Enough of the sappy mood. She needed a man. Specifically, a cock. And ultimately a sperm donor. And she desperately needed to experience a mind-blowing orgasm she had only read in novels. She hoped it will happen tonight while she was ovting. Or she will have to do this all over again next month. She swept a swift nce around the dimly lit interior. Nothing. Sighing heavily, she turned her attention to the cute bartender. "Another drink, Ms.?" His interest in her was noted. He had been flirting on and off since she came in. Giving him a thin smile, she nodded. "Dry martini, please." She hardly drank but she needed courage. Not with the bartender, with whoever will catch her fancy tonight. So it would not be mistaken the interest was mutual, she turned her scrutiny to the dimly lit interior once more. The ce was packed. Men in casual. Women barely dress withe hither looks. Some grinding on the dance floor. Some have chosen partners for the evening. Good for them. Beau was about to order another drink when someone caught her attention near the entrance. Her jaw dropped and she blinked. Hot damn! He looked like a god. All arrogant confidence like he owned the world. Very tall and heavily muscled under his ck Armani. His perfectly tailored suit fitted his perfect physique, molding his thighs, his tapered abdomen to his wide chest and broad shoulders. Her widened eyes reached his chiseled jaw, well-defined nose, and sharp gaze, she sucked in a sharp breath. Awareness flickered her suddenly sensitized skin. He was so freakishly beautifully attractive, he took her breath away. She didn''t realize she was tantly eye-fucking him until their eyes collided across the room. For a moment, people around them faded and it was just the two of them. His dark gray orbs had a hard glint in them. His tightly clenched jaw was ticking. Her cheeks burned from humiliation. He caught her looking at him boldly and he doesn''t like it one bit. His displeasure reaching her across the room. The first man she was totally attracted to and he doesn''t want her. What the hell! Life was so unfair. Who was she kidding? The Adonis can have any woman he wanted. Men like him only had to crook his finger and women wille to him crawling on their knees. And it was obviously not for her. She was not that desperate. Yet. She decided to stay a few more minutes and go home. It was a stupid stupid idea anyway. She wasted two weekends instead of earning more money. Yes. It was time to move on and forget the hot crazy attraction she felt for the man. If only. She mentally shook her head and her chin firmed. Licking her wounds --her pride was wounded-- she went to the dark corner of the dance floor instead, near the exit sign. She knew about saving face. One dance and she will kiss this ce goodbye. Enjoying the beat of the music, she indulged. Eyes closed, hips swaying. His face kept popping in her head. God! Go away. She tried to think of other things and distract herself to avoid looking at him again. It was useless. She really wanted that man. Seriously. There was a throbbing need inside of her she couldn''t forget. Her This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. thighs clenched unconsciously. She knew she was moist down there. The music was about to end and she had made up her mind to go home. She gasped audibly when her back was pulled to a harder frame, strong hands surrounded her swaying hips guiding her rhythm. Her whole body stiffened, she was about to give him a piece of her mind. Nobody touches her without her consent. Hot air tickled her skin and the man behind her bent his head to kiss her neck. Then lick it. She shivered. "Are you dancing for me, moya lyubov?" He murmured, cruising his lips on her heated skin. Oh, God! It''s him. She knew it was him. She didn''t have to turn her head to look at him. She had no idea why but she was sure. "Hmm..cat got your tongue, baby?" Confidence Beau. This was her only chance to getid. To him, no less. She cleared my throat. "What if I am? Dancing for you." Her voice came out breathless. He pulled her closer until she felt his hard length grinding above her tail bone. She responded by gyrating her hips. He cursed something in a foreignnguage, then he groaned. Good. He was affected as well. "Fuck! I want you." His voice was gruff with arousal. To give them a bit of privacy, he pulled her deeper into a dark corner. She faced him this time. With no space between them, he looked down at her, searching her eyes. His were still glinting hard, however, it was also filled with lust. Tentatively, sheced her arms on his nape pulling him down, he was tall even with her heels. He must have caught on what she wanted because he cupped her ass in his hands to pull her up, molding their bodies before crushing his lips to hers with hunger. He swallowed her moan, plunging his tongue deep. Exploring her taste. She savored him as well. Sucking his tongue. Tasting a hint of vodka. He was delicious. Headier than any Martini. He responded to her ardor by rubbing his rod on her tummy while he kept on massaging her hips and ass. The hot kiss went on and on until they both had to separate to breathe. Both panting heavily, chest heaving, her breasts riding below his hard chest, still glued together, no ns to separate until their desire for each other was fulfilled. "I..." clearing her cloggy throat, she continued. "I want you." Her voice was a whisper but he heard her. "We can..." She was about to say they can go somewhere private. He shook his head. Did he change his mind? He must have seen the disappointment in her eyes because his look softened. "Not here, detka. My hotel. I want to fuck you all night. And I don''t want anyone else to see your delectable body." God! The way he talked. She nodded her head, aware her cheeks were ming. Thank god, the lights were dimmed. It was not the time to be missish. To her surprise, he hefted her in his massive arms, carrying her to the back exit of the bar. He knew what he was doing. It was weird to trust him but her instincts do. Ignoring the hungry gazes of women, she held onto his neck, nuzzling her cheek on his broad chest. She guessed she hit the jackpot tonight. Sorry, bitches. The chill in the air caressed her skin, she shivered, he held her closer, sharing his body heat. Beau closed her eyes savoring his strength. He barked orders in Russian. Immediately, a car door opened for them and he deposited her gently on the ck leather seat, following her immediately inside, pulling her closer to his body. "Close the panel, Dmitry." Again, his voice was somanding and deep, she shuddered in anticipation. He must have caught on because he pulled her astride hisp, her legs spread on each side. "Oh, god!" The short dress she was wearing was folded up to her hips, which he took advantage of by kneading her buttocks covered in thin silk redce thongs, the front was no better. His thick length, covered by his pants was molded to her wet panties which haphazardly covered her slit. "My name''s Dominic, baby. Scream my name when you cum." Since they were now private, the kiss they shared was unfettered. Hungrier. More desperate. He nibbled her lips, plunging his tongue, sweeping the crevice of her mouth. His hands were not idle either. He showed her how to ride his length even though they were still fully clothed. It went on and on. Making her lose her mind. She protested when he lifted his mouth. "We are here, baby." He smirked, noticing her cheeks colored. She hasn''t even realized they had reached the hotel. He exited first, showing he was a gentleman, he assisted her from the car. However, as soon as her feet touched the ground, he swept her in his arms again. Ignoring the patrons around them and didn''t even stop at the receptionist, going straight to a private elevator, where a man in all ck held the door open for them. Three men followed them inside making her nervous. Shit! She hoped she didn''t make a mistake. She does not want anyone else, just him. He must have read her expression because his face hardened. "I will never hurt you nor share you with anyone, moya lyubov. You are mine and mine alone." There was a fire in his dark gray eyes that had spoken the truth. She smiled faintly at him, letting him know she trusted him, it was as crazy as it sounded. The ding on the elevator informed her they were on his floor. His men held the doors open for them yet they didn''t follow. Dominic carried her to the only set of double doors on the floor. The ce looked like a penthouse. His men bowed their heads, leaving them alone. Dominic adjusted her in his arms so he can ce his palm on a scanner, giving them entry to his suite. He walked directly to his elegant bedroom with a masculine interior. She never got the chance to admire the suite. God! This is it. Her mind was made up. Even if she did, the man holding her possessively will not let her run away until he had ked both their lust. _________________ Chapter 2 Blissful Moments Chapter 2 Blissful Moments Beau Oh, God! She was really losing her virginity tonight. And she had picked a living and breathing Adonis to do the job. He carried her to his mammoth bed with ease, as if she weighed nothing. Her dark brown eyes were hazy with lust as she kept on observing him. Dominic was devastatingly magnificent. He held himself with confidence, an air of dominance surrounded him which excited her even more. He tossed her on his bed yfully and she had to smother her squeal of surprise. He chuckled deeply, his whole countenance changed, making the hard nes of his face soften. Lips curving with amusement, he watched her with his gleaming dark gray eyes. Her bravado left her at once. Should she tell him? She couldn''t do it. He might bulk and kick her out of his room if he knew. She knew men like him has no use for inexperienced virgins. She just had to act like she knew what she was doing so it wouldn''t be too obvious and tried to recall the smut chapters she read from her books to guide her. Dominic stared at her hungrily and he began to undress. Shrugging his coat, his tie, and his dress shirt. God! He was a fine specimen of a man. All hard ne muscles, broad chest, and shoulders with washboard abs. Should she follow his lead? She was about to get up and stopped when he shook his head. "No. Let me." His voice was thick, gravelly. She clenched her thighs, his eyes narrowed to her wet crotch. With urgency, he toed off his shoes followed by his pants, leaving him in ck silk boxers which kept his thick arousal hidden for the time being. Beau licked her lips, her eyes caressing his chest, peppered with dark hair leading down to his 6 pack and his defined V. "You look beautiful, Dominic." She whispered in awe. Committing what she was discovering to memory. "You are the one that is beautiful, baby." He murmured, his dark eyes never leaving her form. When he finally removed his boxers, she gulped. Shit! It wouldn''t fit. It was long and thick. The veins were throbbing on the body that was as thick as her wrist, may be thicker and the head was swollen, angry red with clear moisture at the slit. "You have never seen a cock?" His brow was arched, he looked puzzled by her reaction. "I...um...I have..." Her voice was so small, she could barely hear herself. Dominic fisted his cock before her, it swelled even more. He pierced her with his narrow-eyed stare. "I don''t want to hear about your previous lovers. From now on, your pussy is only mine." She trembled from his possessiveness. His tone was harsh yet his touch was gentle, his warm hands on her ankles, removing her shoes, he massaged the ache in her heels, earning a moan of relief from her. With the grace of a panther, he crawled on top of her, parted her leg to give him room to y. Reaching for the hem of her dress, he pulled it off of her slowly, unveiling every inch of her body. She was not wearing a bra, her dress has cups sewn on it. She could feel his hot breath blowing on her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. She grew very conscious in hercy underwear, while he sucked in a sharp breath, gazing at her breasts with barely leashed hunger. Her light brown nipples were pebbled in anticipation. "Fuck! You are gorgeous, baby!" Dominic''s hand trembled as he released her hair from its chignon, recing it with his fingers, tilting her head towards him so he can ravage her lips. They both groan. She responded with lust, learning from him. Her hands kneaded the bunching muscles on his back, caressing his smooth skin. Growing bolder, she reached for his taut ass to feel more of him. He humped heavily and firmly on her thinly covered slit. "Dominic..." She arched her neck, pleading for further intimacy. "Not yet, detka. Let me taste every inch of you before I fuck you." God! It made her want him more when he speaks in his native tongue the endearment he has picked for her. As he promised, he began to lick her neck, nipping and sucking the skin, leaving red-purple marks. His dark soft locks be her purchase as she offered herself to him. Her blunt nails scrape his scalp and he groaned. Dominic transferred his ministrations to her heaving breasts, his hot tongue mapping the valley in between, tracing, licking and kissing towards her left nipple, without warning he swooped down, engulfing the pebbled tip. She arched her back, moaning deeply and he sucked hungrily, nibbling gently before soothing the sting away with his wet tongue. He gave her other nipple the same attention while rolling the other one with his thumb and forefinger. His free hand went to her pussy, caressing her wet slit through her panties. Too much. She felt like bursting. "Fuck, Dominic!" Barely aware she was rubbing her wet pussy on his rough fingers, seeking relief. He growled, moving down to her navel, making her squirm as he licked her belly button. His teeth nibbling on her skin. "What are you doing?" She looked down in panic. "Let me taste your juices, baby." He answered before going back to his fascination. "No!" Completely ignoring her, he parted her thighs wider, leaning down to bury his face in her cloth- covered vagina. His tongue darted out, running the wet appendage from top to bottom, groaning at her taste. "Yes, detka. Your juices taste so good." Dominic''s patience left him altogether. With one flick of his wrist, he tore her panties from her hips. Leaving herpletely bare for his lust. He licked her creamy moisture right from the source, humming in approval. She cried out his name. Almost insane with need. "Look at me while I feast on your pussy. I want to see youe." The dirty wordsing from him was an aphrodisiac in itself. Heavy lidded, she nced down at him, panting, legs quivering. He was eating her cunny like a starving man, the deep throaty sounds he made brought vibrations. As his dark eyes connected to her, his rough fingers parted her mounds, giving her clit full ess that he took advantage right away, circling his tongue on the bundle of nerves, suckling gently then gradually adding pressure. With her legs widely spread by his massive shoulders, there was nothing she could do but received the unbelievable pleasure. The room echoed her moan and she began to fuck his mouth. Feeling him Owned by N?velDrama.Org. insert his thick middle finger in her wet slit while sucking on her clit made her undte her hips. She knew she couldn''t take it anymore. Grinding her wet pussy on his face, for the first time in her life, not with her fingers, she came hard, screaming his name. Her tight walls contracted on his finger, her juices flowing, hepped eagerly, giving her small orgasms. Fuck! She never knew it could be like this. It was her first real orgasm ever. "Dominic...I need you inside me. Please." She didn''t care if she begged. She wanted the whole experience that for her couldst a lifetime. His curses filled the room letting her know his about to give her what she wanted. The position he arranged her made herfortable, with the back of her on his soft pillows, it will let her see how he would take her. With eagerness in her brown eyes, she watched him, panting and breathing heavily. He rocked his hips, sawing his thick length on her pussy, coating him with her cum. "Watch me while I take you, detka!" He growled. He was big. Be gentle, please. She felt the swollen head nudge her tiny slit. It took a moment but it popped inside. It was a good thing she was so wet or it would not be easy. "Fuck! Your pussy is so tight, angel." He closed his eyes in agony, fighting for control. She took a deep breath trying to rx, her hands balled into fists on the satin sheets. Dominic reached down to y with her clit, her muscles rxed a bit. He thrust forcefully, sinking more than half of his thick length inside her. Hot tears flowed from her, she bit her lips to keep from sobbing. Shit! It was painful. It felt like he was tearing her in two. "Baby. Look at me." She wasn''t even aware her eyes were shut, blinking her tears, she gazed at him. Afraid of his reaction. "I..." sniff, "I''m sorry Dominic." Christ! What could she say? He was just so big, she couldn''t help but contract around him, he swore savagely when unconsciously more of his length entered her untried walls. "Don''t do that." Hemanded through gritted teeth. She stiffened, not moving. "Breathe, love. You should have told me. I would have prepared you more. I''m sorry, detka. I will be gentle." Dominic leaned down to kiss her gently. His elbows propped on either side of her head. Gripping his biceps, letting him soothe her, she returned his kiss. Thanking him without words. The pain inside her slowly ebbed, letting her feel his throbbing cock inside her. Trying to distract her, he returned his mouth on her nipples sucking her anew. She squirmed. Seeking more. He understood and he began to thrust slowly, her legs wrapped around him instinctively. Loving the friction, the swollen head hitting a spot inside her, her body bowed, eager forpletion on his big cock. cing her calves on his shoulders, he began to fuck her balls deep. Rocking her world. Fuck yes! She felt full to the brim. And she was stretched to the limits. The sensitive fleshy spot inside her tingled. "Dominic...oh god! Deeper!" He groaned in excitement, grabbing her ass he taught her how to meet his thrusts. The head bunched, it kept on hitting her womb, he trumped his thumb on her wet clit making her crazy. "Fuck, yes! Come on my cock, detka! Now!" She whined and her sobs filled the room together with the wet pping sounds of their sex. Hey almost t on top of her, her small frame bent in half as he prated her even harder, deeper. She cried out, bursting from inside out. Her orgasm unraveled, from the tips of her hair to every inch of her skin. Her whole body quivered and her walls contracted rhythmically, milking him, seeking his semen. While he held her inner thighs further apart, he arched his back, roaring his pleasure, filling her with his hot seed that triggered another orgasm from her at the pressure of his swollen cock. It seemed that both of them couldn''t stoping. The pleasure coursing through their bodies was so intense. The moansing out of her as she kept on undting her hips pleased him a lot. Gasping for air, her legs ckened and she released his hips. Heid panting on top of her, still trying to recover. She felt tired and very very satisfied. Suddenly conscious of his weight, murmuring in a foreign tongue, he moved to the side bringing her body on top of his instead. They were still joined and he was still throbbing hard inside of her. She guessed they were just catching their breaths. They were far from over. The night was young and there was more to explore. She was a game if he was. He was pressing kisses on her hair, her temple, and her neck, humming at her scent. She puffed hot air on his chest, still out of breath and her heart was thumping hard. It was the single most exhrating experience of her life. More than she could ever imagine. "Dominic?" "Hmm...baby?" "Do you think we can do it again?" His deep chuckle vibrated on his chest, her nose wrinkled. His chest hair tickled. "Yes. I am just giving your pussy time to recover. You were a virgin, my love." She could hear the underlying chide in his words. Her elbows propped on his chest and she gave him a beaming smile. He blinked and blinked again. The smile he gave her almost made her heart stop. With practiced ease, he guided her on top of him astride, it made his thick cock bury deeper inside her. They both cried out at the sensation. "Shit! You are deeper, Dominic." She gasped and began to ride him. He gripped her ass, guiding her clumsy rhythm. In this position, she could watch how much pleasure she gave him. With gritted teeth, face graven and jaw clenched, fighting for control, he let her ride him. His head thrown back at the pillows, eyes shut. "Fuck! I am going to ride your pussy and fill it with cum until you couldn''t walk tomorrow. Again and again." His wild ent, his harsh deep growls, and his seductive words, his hands on her breasts, his fingers tweaking her nipples triggered another intense orgasm for her. Wailing, she came for him. Yes! Yes. Love me all night. ___________ Chapter 3 Wild Thoughts Chapter 3 Wild Thoughts Beau There! She had done it. Mission aplished. She had set her goal and followed through it. With flying colors. Several times. Wincing at the soreness she felt in between her raw thighs, every muscle in her body protesting, she tiptoed out of the suite, carrying her Manolos. It was six in the morning, the sun has note out to kiss the horizon, yet she was sneaking out of a man''s room like a burr. Why couldn''t she be like any normal girl? A rhetorical question. She could have woken up beside the guy she had sex with the whole night and maybe enjoyed breakfast with him. She was escaping instead. You know why. But the guy is just so yummy! Then that is a hell of a reason to move your ass out there. You are right. Shit! Why was she having a debate with her conscience? That, she knew the answer. Beau was sparing herself from the humiliation she would surely feel when he kicked her out of his room. That was why. One night stands had not changed its meaning. It was fuck. And go. No clingy goodbyes. No promises. Plus, she had other more important reasons. She grimaced. It was virtually impossible to get out of his arms. He fell on top of her after the umpteenth time of sex, both of them drained, unable to move. She had nearly fallen asleep, thanked God she didn''t sumb to exhaustion. She realized it was dawn and she needed to hightail it before he woke up. With a heavy heart and after gazing at his perfectly carved physique to store in her memories for those lonely nights, she donned her wrinkled dress, sans the underwear. She didn''t even know where it was and she had resigned to gomando for the time being. She leaned to kiss his cheek softly. Thanking him for the most wonderful evening of her life. He stirred a bit but didn''t wake up. He hugged the pillow that has her scent on it. She smiled, wistful. Wishing she could stay. But no. She wouldn''t. Life was already so muchplicated as it was. She does not need to add him to the mix. The elevator ride she took to bring her down to the first floor of the hotel made her jittery. Aching to go back to him. She sniffed. She wasn''t even aware she was crying. Her bare feet didn''t make a sound on the sheening marble tiles at the elegant lobby. She must really look a sight with her disheveled hair, swollen lips, and state of dress. Blushing scarlet, trying to pat her hair to tame it. She must have had a fucked-all-night-look because the employees were staring at her in shock. Exiting the five-star hotel, her heart grew heavier. She didn''t know why but her feet were trying to drag her back inside. She can''t. Knew well of the rules. One-night stand. No strings attached. Besides, men like him had girlfriends and mistresses in abundance. He may even be married. Feeling her eyes filled with tears, she took a deep breath. How could she be so stupid? She had resigned herself that she could be pregnant. She had wanted it. However, having sex with a married man should have been out of the question. He doesn''t have a wedding band, Beau. She squinted her eyes, trying to think. Yeah. He didn''t have one. She rxed a bit. Nevertheless, she wouldn''t go back no matter how much she wanted him inside her again. Besides, he was a foreigner. A Russian. She was sure he will be gone in a few days. And she would never see him again. The thought dampened her mood even further. *** She just couldn''t believe she cried all the way from the hotel. Now, her eyes were swollen and she was breathing through her mouth. Perfect! She sank deeper in her tub, savoring the warm water and she felt her sore muscles rx. The soreness in her genitals was still a bit ufortable. A reminder of him. She sighed. He will always be but a distant memory. If she got pregnant then she would be the happiest woman in the world. Beau''s eyes felt heavy. Feeling the exhaustion from the strenuous activitiesst night and the early hours of the morning. She lost count on how many times they did it. She had better take a much-needed nap andter talked to Lily. The familiar ringtone sting at a distance --probably from her living room-- jerked her awake from her sleep. She glowered in annoyance. The water was cold and she was all wrinkly. The stopper was removed to drain the tub before she wore her cozy bathrobe. She reached for the Bluetooth device, which was connected to her secure server that also had her cell phone attached to it. "Hello, Beauty Grace, " she rolled her eyes, however, she couldn''t help but smile at her friend''s British robotic ent. "It''s Beau." "Heavy sigh." "What is new, Lil?" "The Marcelinos wants your expertise again. Looking for the file." "They are boring, Lil. Anybody else?" "Another heavy sigh." Beau grinned. " The Marcelinos are willing to pay double. I suggest you take it, Beauty Grace." "Ok. I''ll take it. I must warn you though I will be done in a day or two so you must find me another one." "Grinning at my best friend. I will. This time I will make it moreplicated. Oh and, one of the clients wants to meet B. G. Anderson." "Not a good idea, Lil. I don''t want conflict. And they don''t know who I really am. I want it that way." "I agree with you, Beauty Grace. Take care. Sending the file to a secure server. Dropping call." That went well. Usually, Lily will torture her with an endless sermon about the merits of life. It was Beau''s turn to exhale heavily when the call ended. She missed Lily. They grew up together in an orphanage and had always watched each other''s backs. Her best friend was deaf and mute, the main reason Beau was fiercely protective of her and the fact that Lily was the only one that knew her secret. The only family she had. Having been diagnosed with IQ autism 360 had been a burden. A nightmare concealed and suppressed. She didn''t want to be considered a freak of nature. And she sure as hell didn''t want to have been experimented on a government facility. Moreover, she didn''t want to lose Lily. By the age of seven, she was already teaching Lily the universal signnguage. She had memorized and solved every math equations there was. Her mind was constantly at work. Brainwaves always restless and churning with equations and puzzles and out of this world''s ideas. Only Lily kept her anchored. She learned how to pace herself so her best friend could keep up. The pretense of not knowing more than what was taught at her age had taken its toll when she was ten years old. She just needed more. First, she had decided she needed books, mostly in foreignnguages. Mostly, unsolved math equations by geniuses. But she would need money for that. She begged Mrs. Anderson, their foster parent to let her bake some goodies and sell them from house to house. Thank God the crack addict agreed with amission. In secret, she studied, her knowledge broadened. Her skills strengthened. She learned 40nguages, including old Latin and Hebrew. Got her ownputer from the money she and Lily had scraped and saved from selling goodies. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. By then, Beau decided to create her own website with untraceable IP. Her expertise in Math soon gave her the ability to manage financial reports. Complicated, mind-boggling, brain-twisting investment, and expenditures. She analyzed transactions, cross-reference any minute detail in a data. The only set back was she was underage at that time, no legalpany would employ an ountant at her tender age. The obvious solution was to dig deeper into the dark web. There, she found clients that will look the other way as long as she managed their books and investments. In return, they filled her prepaid cards after each contract. No questions asked. Because there was a steady flow of cash, she was able to support Lily''s studies. She had to go to a special school and Beau had no problem with shouldering her expenses. Due to advanced learning, at fourteen, she graduated high school. Went to Berkeley at fifteen and graduated Suma Cum Laude at 19 with a Bachelor''s Degree in Finance and ounting. And she had her Master and Doctorate the same year. At 20, she owned her own business and she was her own boss. Her sister by heart Lily became a Special Education teacher, fell in love with Adam then moved to Ennd. Beau was happy Lily found love and remained her best friend. Up to now, still working as her part-time secretary. Lily was the only person she could trust with her life. If her clients and their men would actually know who she was. She knew she would have a lot of enemies. *** Five days of routine. Five days of restlessness. Five days of hell. When she told Lily she would finish the books in 24 hours, what she meant was within six hours. The financial analysis was submitted a few minutes after. Good luck to whoever was stealing from the coffers. Shaking her head, she went back to cleaning her quaint cottage. Located on the outskirts of the city, all she can hear were cicadas singing in the stillness of the evening. God! She had been doing the same thing for five fucking days, the ce was so squeaky clean, bordering on sterile, she could sleep on the kitchen floor naked and would not be contaminated with any type of bacteria. Great fucking analogy. She bet Dominic would love to see that. "Shit!" Where did that thoughte from? She can''t. Not with him. Tears will flow once more if she kept on thinking of him. She wouldn''t do that to herself. It was an absurd infatuation leading nowhere. She just couldn''t. And even if it was possible, she would not bring trouble to his doorstep. Because if there was something she was sure of, her middle name was trouble. She had plummeted into the unknown. For the first time in her genius life, she didn''t know the equation she needed to apply for her toe up with the correct solution to her situation. There was no denying it. For a genius, she was quite idiotically stupid to the highest degree. She, Beau Anderson, had fallen. In more ways than one. *** "Hey, Lily Billy. Wassup?" "Rolling my eyes from your silliness." Beau smiled despite her mncholy. "I know you love me." "I wish I didn''t. Shakes my head. I found you a legit client." The Beau System she had invented from scratch was more advanced than China''s Wuxi. Her server known to man. It was twice as fast and three times as efficient that it can surpass any software in the world. She bet Pentagon would love to get their hands on her baby. Too bad they couldn''t. Her invention was deeply ensconced in her brain, they had to kill her and dissect it to have the smallest possibility to know how it was built. If her next invention will pull through, she will be able to hear Lily''s voice or give her a true voice, the one that will actuallye from her vocal cords. "Beauty Grace. Tapping my fingers." "Eh...still here, Lil." "The client? Heavy sigh." "Ok. Legit you say? The name of thepany?" "DV Corporation. Owner of hotels, restaurants, resorts, and casinos. They also own various shipping ounting head has noticed discrepancies for thest two weeks. The difference is 200 million in Euros. You know the guy. He was a colleague of yours. Daniel." "Wow. If the initialputation came from that dickhead, then he is a mess. When will I receive the data?" "Shaking my head at yournguage. The twins are ying in the background. There is a catch." She wished she could really hear her and the twins'' noise in the background. She smiled at the thought. "The client wants to meet the ountant and work from their main office. Cringing. Waiting for response." "You know I don''t do that, Lil." "You want legit and this is how legit works. Banging my head on the table with your stubbornness." "I know...its just that..." Dare she? "Please. For me? I worry about you. Blinking back tears. You need to go out." If only Lily knew. "Don''t you dare cry, Lil. You know I hate it." "Sniffing. Kids are embracing me." Lily had her there. Damn! "You are not ying fair, Lily. I am mad at you. My lips are pouting and I am pulling out my hair." "Laughing hard. I know you love me and your nieces. That is why you are going to do this and stop working for your dubious clients. Besides, they will pay you double. They just want the report like yesterday. You are the only one who can do it." "Ok. You win. When?" "Triumphant smile. Monday at 9 am. DV Corporation Main Building, edge of the financial square in Union Street. Make mama proud. Smirking." "Yeah. Yeah. Miss you and girls, Lil." "We miss you too. Sober. Sad face. I wish you could visit." "I can''t do that. I won''t risk putting you and my nieces in danger. Love you." "Another heavy sigh. Embracing my kids. Love you, Beauty Grace." "Yeah. Talk to you soon. Bye." The beeping in the Bluetooth device signaled the call had disconnected. Could she really do it? Would she be able to tolerate people in a corporate environment? She supposed she had the weekend to talk herself out of it. ______________ Chapter 4 Violent Reaction Dominic 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 alonemanded 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 ck boxers, freshly showered, he went to his desk. His usual business transactionssted 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 chocte 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 im her then Owned by N?velDrama.Org. 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 gs 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 surveince from the club and this hotel. The girl..." Dominic hurled his crystal ss 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 be hispanion 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 rx. 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 inmand. Just like his father before him. He was also the only one toe close to beating Dominic inbat. 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 nning 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. Bothdies, 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 ounting?" He asked. Changing the subject. They had been having issues with unbnced 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 hade 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 umted 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. Chapter 5 What A Day Beau Chapter 5 What A Day Beau After debating with herself the entire weekend, her answer was no. N.O. No. Nay. Negative. There were a million reasons why she shouldn''t do it. The most obvious one was, she would be exposed. Her identity has been kept a secret since she was a child. Yes, her colleagues from college might know her as a nerdy girl who studied hard and ended up graduating at the of the ss. However, that Daniel guy has no idea of her genius. He never knew that everything was a child''s y for her. A means to an end. She was not worried about her egotistical former ssmate. What worried her were her shady clients. From cartels and mafias to gangsters and yakuza organizations. She handled them all. There was no way for them to go to a legit ounting firm and theirundering technique will never be on par with hers. Plus, they had a shitload of money that drew attention to all kinds of thieves andw enforcement. Even in their respective organizations, there were certain things that they shouldn''t trust just anyone. Money was one of them. She had lost count the number of times she had thefts exposed and hidden the truths from the authorities. What she read in newspapers and social media the next day still haunted her. They have never met her. Never heard her voice. She was inly known as the ountant. Passed around by word of mouth by the leaders. They knew her as the only man for the job. Her gender has never been asked nor her name. With untraceable IP, payments through cash and transferred to prepaid cards, she was invisible. A ghost. Only called upon when needed. And she will be fucking exposed if she went through with this. Remember what you promised Lily. You never go back on your promise. Oh, shit! That was the most important reason she have to do this. She needed to try for her sake. Just this once. Live a normal life and all the bullshit thates with it. *** She will do it. Everything will be taken care of in a day or two, maybe even less. Since she lived an hour from the city, she out of her driveway promptly at 7 am. Like any normal girl, she drive-thru McDonald''s for a sandwich and ice-cold choco. Knowing she will arrive an hour early for her appointment, she dallied. Being punctual has nothing to do with it, self-preservation was. The weighing of pros and cons will be evaluated. Exits second. Observing peopleing in and out of the building will best. Damn. She could never be normal. These traits were too ingrained in her personality. An instinct to survive. To shield her from people who might do her harm. How she wishes she could go back to that night, where she was an ordinary woman taken by pleasure. To forget the real her and bask at that moment. She squirmed in the car seat at the memories. With her big brain, she could conjure vivid images. Colliding with what happened in reality and her future fantasies. Always the same man. Dominic. Her hoarse voice screaming his name numerous times will be remembered for the rest of her life. Ok. Enough. That was history. He was long gone by now. She drove around the financial district several times to pass the time. Reconnoitering. Observing. Satisfied, she parked her Honda a kilometer away from the imposing building of DV Corporation. The skyscraper with high ceilings made her tilt her head back for a moment, distracting her. Shaking her head, she squinted her eyes at the corporate ants. Most people that were milling about were in cks and grays and there across the street was Starbucks. The works. This really made her want to puke. Suck it up, Beau. Her steps brought her directly to a bimbo at the front desk. "Hi. Beau Anderson. I have an appointment at 9 am." Christ! Why does she have to wear a lot of makeup? In her thick sses, she narrowed her eyes. The girl before her has no perforation. How does she sweat? "Ms. Anderson?" An her bee-stung lips looked painful. Beau blinked, the receptionist sweetly irritated voice registered. Ouch! She forced a smile. "Yes?" She squared her shoulders. Being forced to be overtly confident thing was killing her. How she yearned they could just send the data to her so she could work from home in her tank top and panties with a big jar of Nute. "Here''s your executive pass. Last floor of the building. Elevators down the hall to your right. Sandrina Petriva will tell you what to do." All delivered in a monotonous tone. Wow. Girly couldn''t be more weing. The cake-facedy returned to what she was doing. Beau would bet her best cup of China that the girl was only browsing Facebook. Like she gave a shit! More reasons for her to hate the corporate world. Muttering a dull thank you, she followed the instructions. The floor she found herself in was quite familiar. Too familiar. It kinda resembled the hotel... Nope, not going there. She will not be thinking of THAT man while she was at work. Business was business and should never be associated with pleasure. Sandrina turned out to be a vast improvement from the rudedy at the front desk. Her adorable Russian ent made Beau smile. Seemed to be meeting a lot of them these days. "So here''s your office, youngdy. My son Alec has chosen afortable space for you to work." She had a grown-up son? But she looked in herte twenties. Beau told her so. Making Sandrina beam at her. In awe, the ountant began to explore her new space. Jesus! Her temporary office was wonderful. The ss-paned walls give her a fantastic view of the Golden Gate. And fucking elegant to boot. "This is beautiful Ms. Petriva, " grinning in delight from ear to ear, she faced the boss''s secretary. "Can I request a few things, please?" "Certainly. Anything to help you, dear. My son would be most happy to do so. I will make sure of it." Sandrina''s eyes were twinkling. Smiling too broadly. Uh oh. rm bells were ringing. Not interested to hook up with dearest son. Matchmaking alert! Alert! Alert! "I...uh... I will need whiteboards and several boxes of pens. And I will need all the books from 2008 to the present. If I could have them today?" Beau answered and inwardly cringe at her request. Most ountant would do it all on aputer. Not her. All the secretary did was incline her head and smiled. "No problem, dear. I will contact the ounting department. By the way, Mr. Vasiliy will meet you before you start work. He should be ready at any moment. Make yourselffortable. There are coffee and donut." Sandrina pointed to a kitchte at a far corner. There was a mini-fridge, microwave, coffee maker, and a box of Beau''s favorite donuts. She made sure to thank her generous new acquaintance before she left her for a few minutes, then helped herself with coffee. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. There were some things to like about this. Sandrina was friendly. It was a long time since Beau had a normal conversation with a charmingdy. Her work cave she liked a lot as well. And she was sure their inte servers were decent. She made a mental note to check on itter. Later came sooner. With her hot coffee in one hand, she strolled to her desk. Nice. Pure mahogany. Must be imported. Perfect cozy leather chair. Her back and ass were rejoicing. Oh! And there''s a Mac on her desk. It was lock though. But not for long. Ok. Here we go. She began to type a series of numbers. I am looking for a particr sequence. There it is! Firewall breached. Easy as pie. Software security was weak. Creating her secret wall, IP changed, testing its strength. She waited for a few seconds. And 5 4 3 2 1. Vo! She was in. Damn! She was good. It was secure enough to store information from thepany''s database. Chapter 6 Sent From Heaven Dominic Chapter 6 Sent From Heaven Dominic The little sleep he hadst night, even after jacking off with thoughts of his detka had him in a foul mood. Add his hangover, he was looking for an excuse to kill anyone today. Where the fuck was Alec? His general had gone out before Dominic woke up. He needed some positive news about his woman and he needed to meet the frence ountant today for a few minutes. After that, he was free for the day. His one-track goal was to personally go to his detka''s ce to fuck and kidnap her. Or which opportunity came first. He would prefer the former. If his general had found the fucking address. Motherfucker! He was crazy about her. One night will never be enough. She had turned his world upside down. And now she was nowhere to be found. His face grim, men gave him a wide berth while he entered his building. Though sensing his rage, the women were still staring at him tantly, drawn to his wild, untamed persona. Dominic ignored them all, going straight to his personal elevator directing him to his office. More like a suite of rooms because he also had a bed, bath, and closet here. Though not of use, he kept them prepared for emergencies. Reaching his spacious office, he growled upon finding the room empty. He needed to fucking calm down. It was early but a drink would be a great idea. A shot of whiskey this time. Swirling his expensive drink in the ss, he waited for Alec toe through the door. Or his secretary. And waited. Scowling, he nced at his custom made Omega. If his 9 o''clock appointment was alsote, he swore to God, --he pinched the bridge of his nose-- fucking patience was overrated. Alec''s deep rumble finally filled his ears. He was speaking to someone in their native tongue. Must be nanny Sandri. Dominic''s glower became darker, hearing a nasally irritating voice response from the other party. You''ve got to be fucking kidding me! Wanting to get rid of the unwee visitor right away, he strode to the door. Both turned to him when he opened it with a whoosh. Alec inclined his head while the woman before him smiled delightedly. Fuck, no! "What the fuck are you doing here?" Dominic growled, not hiding his displeasure. The bitch was a past dalliance some years back. Apparently, she still possessed a small functioning brain since she had the sense to use her over-riped beauty and became an underwear model in LA. "Dominic, baby." He curled his lips in disgust at her sickly sweet voice. Petra Levinsky had almost cost his parents'' marriage. The whore tried to seduce his father. And his mother caught her. If he was a lesser man, he would have sumbed. The incident happened right after blowing him when he was too drunk to fuck her. She was left to her own devices to wander at their estate and victimized his sire. Thank God the former mafia king was faithful --pussy whipped-- to his mother. "Leave or I will call security!" His nose was ring in annoyance. Rage was not far off. He was on the verge of strangling her. "You can''t mean that, baby. I heard you are back. I want to wee you properly." She batted her fake angel. "We fucked once a long time ago. Now we are done. Leave!" He said harshly and gripped her wrist tightly when her hand went to thepel of his suit. His intention was to shove her away from him in disgust. The air behind him stirred and the hair on his nape prickled. He stilled and he heard... "Shit!" That couldn''t be. Fuck! Just one word. and he knew right away. That was his detka''s angelic voice. Well, as angelic as can be from her cuss. He shove Petra away from him uncaring if she fell and turned to face his woman. Disbelief and surprise reflected in his eyes. "Detka?" Hell! And she saw him with another woman. Well, technically not with another woman but still he didn''t want her to get the wrong impression. He was a manwhore before, years ago in his misspent youth but that was before her. His angel was looking at him with sadness in her eyes. He couldn''t have that. He will never cheat on her and jeopardize his chances. Definitely, the chance was presented to him in a silver tter. And he was no fool. God, she was beautiful even with thick sses. He was looking forward to fucking her with those pairs on. It would be an erotic office fantasye true. He shuddered. Every muscle in his body stilled. What was she doing here? He wondered. Who the fuck cares? As long as she was here nothing else mattered. "Dominic, baby?" The irritating nasal voice behind him jolted him out of his ns. "Leave!" He growled without turning. His angel jumped in fright. He watched horrified at her flight mode. "I...I''m sorry, sir...I''ll leave." She whispered. ncing around nervously. No! Not her. "Not you, my detka. I meant..." He turned for a moment and pointed his finger at Petra. "You. Alec, call security." "But, baby, " his general smirked and he dragged the unwanted bitch away. His woman shuffled her feet. She was looking anywhere but his eyes. Adorable. His world suddenly brightened and his hangover left him. Nanny Sandri, his secretary cleared her throat. Curiosity and interest in her knowing eyes. "Yes, nan?" He encouraged fondly. It was his utmost belief nanny Sandri was here to spy for his mother. They were bosom buddies. "Ms. Beau Anderson is your 9 o''clock, tzar." There was a twinkle in her eyes as she announced the information. Really now. Interesting. Beau Anderson. His ountant. His lips curved appreciatively. Was that her real name? "Thank you, nan. I will handle it from here." His velvety grays gazed at his woman intently. "We are not to be disturb, please." He murmured. His voice deepening and he watched Beau trying to suppress her shivers. "Of course, tzar." Nanny Sandri bowed before leaving them in the hallway. (Mature Content 18+) "Beau." Hearing his voice, she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were wary. God! She was gorgeous. Even more so in natural light. "I...ah...I have work. Yeah. Shit!" She tried to talk. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing heavily. He chuckled. Couldn''t help it. She was fucking cute. And sexy. Her petite form was in a light mocha long-sleeved dress with baby cors that entuated her cute ass and perfectly round breasts. "I don''t think I can do this. I have to go." She squeaked again and she was ready to bolt. Sobering, he reacted right away. He would not take any chances of her escaping again. "Oh no, you don''t. You are not going anywhere." He hissed. To prove his point, he hefted her like a sack of potatoes on his shoulder, went inside his office and locked the doors behind them. Ignoring her protests and curses and he deposited them both on his couch with her on hisp. "You have to let me go, Dominic!" She demanded. She folded her arms petntly and looked defiantly away from him. Cute. "We have unfinished business, my angel." He murmured, nuzzling her neck. She smelled great and she was so womanly soft against his hard body. Fuck! His unruly cock was instantly hard too. She stiffened, feeling him poke her dainty ass. "What unfinished business. I thought I''d never see you again." She argued, breathless and panting with arousal. Hmmm, nice. She arched in his arms. So fucking responsive. He began to caress her back. The attraction was mutual. It was there. To explore until they burst. Yet... "You left me." Dominic used. The memory stung. He woke up wanting her and she was gone. No more. She will never leave him. "But...but that''s a one-time thing only." She sputtered. Confused. He was too but he let the topic go. He had something more interesting activity in mind. His hand went to the hem of her dress instead, cupping her knees. "Not for me." He answered with finality. Deft fingers glided to her inner thighs. She clenched in reaction. "Fuck!" Losing patience, he threaded his fingers to her lustrous brown hair and held her while he kissed her Owned by N?velDrama.Org. hard. He drove the kiss for them, she tried to push him away, he growled and reached for her hands to secure them behind her back. He softened the kiss, nibbling her lips and tracing them open with his tongue, he continued to coax a reaction from her. Drawing her closer, not an inch between them, her soft mounds ttened on his chest. Shit! Any more of this and he will end up fucking her in his office. Actually, that was a brilliant idea. He had never done it before. Never with his past lovers. His office was his holy ground. It was not a ce for his pleasure. It was for his family and empire. But for her, he will break his rules. She was different and she will be a part of it all. When she moaned throatily, he had made up his mind. His Beau needed him and hot damn, he was too starved for her to stop. Beau kissed him back with urgency and hunger it boggled his mind. Finally. He let her hands go to shrug out of his coat, she frantically helped him with his tie, next were his buttons. With trembling hands, she tried to help him. She groaned. He chuckled when she lost patience and tugged his dress shirt hard, scattering the buttons on the carpeted floor. Goal aplished, her hot palms caress his shoulders, his sculpted chest, and abs making his whole body hard especially his dick. His skin was hot and he trembled from her worshipping touch. Enough! He growled. His fingers tried to look for the zipper of her dress but he couldn''t. Fuck it! Hardening his grip on her neckline, he yanked the cloth down none too gently, the dainty material gave. The tearing sounds heightened the tense moment. Exposing her heaving breasts encased in a ck "My God, Dominic! You can''t just..." He flicked her eager pale brown nipple with his tongue and she moaned instead, cutting whatever protest she was trying to make. His other hand was equally busy kneading the neglected swollen luscious mound. "I''ll buy you hundreds," he promised before suckling her nipples noisily. She cried out and held his face to her breasts. He groaned his approval. Her moans were music to his ears. The louder the better. Didn''t fucking care if the whole world listened. Everyone in his building will know she was his by the end of the day. He feasted on her generous bounty but he needed more. His cock was so fucking hard he had to be inside her soon. Now. "Dominic, please." She pleaded, grinding down on him. He hissed, holding her hips. She never had to tell him twice. With ease, he encouraged her to stand so he could unbuckle the belt and unzip his pants. His painfully throbbing cock was released from its confines and he sighed in relief. The head angry red and pulsing, dripping. His hand felt under her dress to remove her thong. He heard a tearing sound again. Oops. She eagerly settled back on hisp, legs spread apart, eager to ride him. He had taught her well. With her juices flowing, the head easily glided on her slit, hitting her clit. Motherfucker! He fisted his dick, guiding the bulbous head to her tiny hole. Both shuddering in anticipation. As she slowly sank on his thick length, he suckled her neck. Making her moan in pleasure. He promised to fuck her thoroughlyter. They both needed to take the edge off first. His angel''s cunny was so fucking tight, he felt his cum boiling in his balls. Not yet. He grasped her cute ass to bring her down on him. Impaling every thick inch of his rod deep inside her, his cock head hitting her womb. She cried out loud. Her back arched, he dly took what she was offering. With his hot mouth on her hard tips, he began to undte his hips, thrusting hard into her. With hands-on her dewy buttocks, he guided her up and down his cock. She sobbed in ecstasy. Her juices coating his balls. "Fuck, baby! You feel so good, my love." He praised her and groaned in pleasure. His face on her soft breasts, he deeply savored her scent. "Come on my cock. Let me feel it." He was losing control. The days without her was torture. He clenched his hands firmly on her hips, forcing her to ride his dick faster. Harder. Fuck! It wouldn''t take long. Her nails scraped his scalp, adding to the animalistic sensation. With his mouth sucking her nipple, his dick hitting the right spot, again and again, he reached down to press on her clit. That was all it took for his baby to cum. With her dainty fingers on his head, she smothered him on her chest as she wailed her powerful orgasm. Everyone outside the door could have heard her. The thought added to his arousal. The pussy walls contracting to milk his slick cock was his downfall. Fuck yes! His balls tightened and that was it. Thrusting deep onest time, he unloaded his seed deep inside her. Roaring her name, he filled her up again and again until his balls were empty. Some of his damn. He liked the scent of theirbined juices in the enclosed space. His detka copsed on top of him. They were both panting, struggling for breath, their hearts thudding. Dazed from the out of this world experience. If he had doubts before, all were put to rest. She was his. "Dominic..." She moaned. "I know, my love. I know." He knew that he will never let her go. This was not just lust. This was something more. Something worth keeping. Chapter 7 What Now? Beau Chapter 7 What Now? Beau Disorientation and pleasant tiredness was the first thing she felt when she woke up. Second, soreness and creamy wetness between her thighs. The activities they had indulged in all morning drained her. The man was insatiable. Beau was d he was nowhere to found at the moment. She needed time for herself. And she needed to think. Desperately. Gingerly, her body moved to the edge of the bed. She had found out from their previous encounter a soothing warm bath could cure the twinge of difort in her genitals. Walking on wobbly legs, with the satin nket wrapped around her, she made it to the spacious bathroom. Looking around her, her lips twisted in anxiety. He must have used this backroom with his past conquests. Now, she was one of them. To hell with it. She was going to enjoy this as much as she can. Deep grateful moans filled the room whilst she gingerly sank in the warm water. The scent of the bath salts calmed her. She closed her eyes, content for the moment. "That''s what I want to hear night and day, detka." Came his deep sensual voice. She cursed. So much for peace and quiet. He came to invade her personal space. Her gaze found his tempting form at the close door. His gray-green eyes gleamed with heated interest. "Nope. Not happening again, Dominic. I am too sore and hungry. And I have to work." He chuckled darkly, sending a shiver down her spine. Damn him! He set some shopping bags on the floor, eyes holding her, he pushed his shoulder from the frame and This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. approaching his prey, he closed the distance between them. She drew in a sharp breath, barely breathing, she watched, mesmerized by his rough fingers tracing the top of her slick breasts. "Beautiful," he murmured. "But we will continue tonight. I have to feed, my baby. I will wait in my office, angel." Dominic bussed her forehead, bowed then left her hot and bothered. Arg! Damn him. The peaceful ambiance she was routing for was lost. She methodically washed her body, pissed at the goosebumps on her skin. This can not happen all the time. One look, one touch from him and her bodye alive. To give him that much power over her was foolish. Drying her body on a fluffy warm towel, she nced around the elegant bathroom, her eyes fell on the elegant bags on the bathroom floor. Her pride pricked. What the hell!? So, he thought that fucking her several times, which made her his newest ything, he was obligated to shower her with expensive gifts? Beau was aghast and fuming. She admitted she was irrevocably attracted to him and she was looking forward to an affair, however, it will be on her own terms. Not his. She will be the one to walk away when it was over and not him. His gifts were a one-time thing only since she does not have anything else to wear and she was not about to cut her nose to spite her face. The next time he dangled his riches in front of her, she will shove it where the sun does not shine. See if she doesn''t! Jesus! A top and skirt for $3000? And a pair of Manolo hnik''s? She thought in disgust. Though she has a footwear collection, she brought them herself. She bought expensive stuff but she never went overboard. Beau continued to ramage through the bags when it finally dawned on her. Where the hell were the undies? It was a good thing the top has cups sewn on them or her pair of beauties will be visible from the fine muslin silver cloth. She cursed Dominic''s perverted tendencies. Cursing perverts and assholes under her breath, she began to dress. Her stomach grumbled which reminding her she skipped lunch. Again, his fault. She was resigned to face him and be done with it then start working. That was the main reason she was here. She found her obsession. His head bent over some documents, signing whatever it was in front of him. She cleared her throat. The way it affected and distracted her upon gaining his undivided attention and the way he looked at her was damning. Her mouth dried and she was at a loss for words. In an instant, he was beside her. He led her to the conference table filled with food. Shit! Her tummy rumbled. Instead of letting her upy the sit to his left, he sat her on hisp. She squirmed. This was no good. "Detka, sit still. I want to feed you. I won''t be able to do it if you grind on my cock," his hot breath tickled her nape. She gritted her teeth to stop her reaction. "I was not trying to grind on you, Dominic. I was trying to get up." She hissed. He chuckled. Why was he amused by her anger? She rolled her eyes. Whatever. She will be gone in a few hours. "Open your mouth, moya Lyubov." Damn him and his Russian tongue. She opened her mouth and he fed her a piece of delicious steak, steamed vegetables, and mashed potatoes. He made sure she tasted a little bit of everything at the table until she couldn''t take it anymore. "I''m full." He hummed. Then kiss her forehead, showing his contentment at her state. "You didn''t eat." She used him. "I ate while you were sleeping. We will eat together at dinner." He announced casually. No used protesting. He will do it anyway. "Well, thank you for the lunch, boss." Beau was mellower because she ate her fill. She couldn''t help her smile at his scowl. Leaning in to kiss him softly and thank him, he deepened it instead, leaving both of them hungry for more. "I have work, Dominic." She murmured on his fleshy lips. "Later then. Don''t overwork, detka. I mean it." He looked so dictatorial, it irritated her. So why does she always give in? "Ok. I will try to." She pecked his lips once more. "I''ll bring you to your office before I am tempted to take you again." He said it so casually, she knew he will do it in a heartbeat. She rolled her eyes. "You are insatiable." She answered in annoyance at his tant possessiveness. "Only for you, my detka." He answered seriously. Right. *** Holy shit! This was a fucking mess. She loved challenges and this may be worth her time after all. An hour into the books and correct statistics eluded her. If they were talking about numbers, there should be patterns and connections especially if there were names and lots of money involved. Ok. She should start in 2008 and apply her own form. Total revenue for 2008 than 2009, after that 2010... Now for the expenses...So weird but it was where the fun began. The reports led her toplicated puzzles and mazes but she was damn good at it. Knowing what to find, she started to analyze ie statements, bnce sheets, and statements of cash flows. Fuck! This was brilliant. It was indeed a needle in the haystack. No wonder Daniel couldn''t find it. Two hours passed and it was not funny anymore. She was on the statement of ount for 2014 and the answer smacked her clear on the face. Clever bastards. Chapter 8 Night Cup The Enemies Chapter 8 Night Cup The Enemies 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 histest 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 ountant." 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 ountant 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 ountants that the cartels and mafias used?" Bald man answered the dumb question. "Yes. The ountant. We have to n for the worst. We all know how urate 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 ountant lives?" A man in the corner asked. Joining the conversation for the first time. He nodded. Though he suggested it. His immediate n was to hightail it out of San Francisco as soon as possible. "I will get that from my source tonight. The ountant will be dead by tomorrow evening." Yeah, right. He doesn''t believe their fucking self proimed 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 ountant 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. ______________ 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 vering 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. 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 congratted himself. He was aware several ck 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 nced 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. With the warm weight in slumber on hisp, he fell in a restful nap. *** Five firm raps on the car door woke him. He looked down, his woman was still asleep. She had not even stirred. His agile body got out of the confines of the backseat with her secured in his embrace. He paused to look around him. Not a neighbor on site. She lived in a tiny cottage with a well-manicuredwn three miles from the outskirts of the city. Fuck! She was all alone living in the almost deserted ce without protection. His jaw ticked at the thought of her in danger. They will have a long talk, among other things, when she woke up. She stirred in his arms, he leaned to kiss her temple, she hummed then went back to sleep. Dominic walked to the front of the cottage. The door opened with Alec''s picking expertise. He went straight to the only door he could see at the end of the narrow hallway. It was open. The bedroom was small but it will do. His lips twitched, admiring her bed, at least it was big enough to fit the two of them. Heid her on top of the covers, she clung to him, whining her protests. "Shhhh...I won''t go anywhere, 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 back to sleep. "Hmmm, Dom..."Beau mumbled. His lips curve gently. She looked so innocently adorable. He shrugged out of his coat, unbutton his cuffs then paused....shit! His men. He found Alec eating a lemon meringue pie at the kitchen. His general grinned at him. He narrowed his eyes despite his good mood. "Your take out is in the fridge, tzar."Alec pointed and preceded to devour his pie. Dominic nodded. His eyes roamed the cottage''s small interior. The living room that connected with the kitchen was squeaky clean. Not a speck of dust. Earthy and delicate colors adorned the ce. From what he observed, his woman loved shades of red. The information was something to file for future reference, for the interior designer of their new home. With regards to that, "Have you found a suitable estate?" He queried. His attention back to Alec. "Of course, my friend. Thepleteyout is at your desk. The market price though..." He halted, noticing the mafia leader''s raised hand. "Doesn''t matter. Have the interior designer incorporate shades of red in the master suite. Does it have neighboring properties?" Alec nodded. Mouth full. "Buy them too, for yourself and our men. I want all the corners of thend secured." The jovial general saluted while gulping a ss of water. "This is really it, huh?" "Yes, my friend. This is it." Dominic answered. Surprised he was really ready to lose his bachelorhood. He had never been more serious in his life. "I''m d. I call dibs on your first child. Damn! My first godchild. I will teach him all the weapons in the world." His friend almost rubbed his hands in anticipation. His detka will have his head for that. "It could be a girl." Beau''s stunning beauty came to mind. "Nope. It should be all boys." Alec chuckled. "Anything you need before I go, tzar?" "Yeah, bring groceries for breakfast. You and the men can stay at the nearest hotel. I will let you know if I need anything. Now, off you go." Dominic shooed him away. Irritated. He wanted to go back to bed, where a warm, inviting and addictive delight was waiting for him. The general bowed with a knowing smile and a shit-eating grin before he exited the cottage. Dominic can hear him give out orders in their mother tongue. Momentster cars pulled out from the property. Ever thoughtful, he left him a Glock on the counter. Always the cautious one, his general. He knew his men had scouted the entire one-mile radius looking for possible threats before they left him. They were that efficient. Needing to quench his thirst, he drank a bottle of cold water thoughtfully. Maybe he should wake her up for dinner? He shook his head and dismissed the idea. Nah, she might find an excuse to kick him out. He went back to their bedroom with a cold bottled of water just in case she needed it but she remained asleep. Later. He promised himself to wake her up and eat. He stripped naked before he approached her side. His deft fingers undress her carefully. Satisfied, there was no cloth separating them, he climbed his side of the bed, gathered her in his arms and exhaled a rxing breath. Savoring her softness and her warmth. Heaven couldn''t be far off. This was more than good. He could do this every night. With a happy sigh, he surrendered to sleep. *** Mature Content 18+ The feel of a hot mouth bobbing on his thick erection woke him up. He groaned feelingly. Fuck! My detka. He nced down and he closed his eyes tightly to savor the moment. He opened his eyes and his stomach tightened, he was dazed from the sweet sensation. She was in between his spread thighs, her long locks covered the sight of her sucking him off. Unable to see what she was doing, it heightened the feeling. Her touch was tactile, one that reached his soul. Prated his jaded existence. What had been an act of mundane and necessary exercise before had be something much more with her. More defined. More precious. More soul-consuming. His thighs trembled from her erotic ministrations. She moaned, the vibrations made his spine tingle. He groaned. Reclining, to better guide her untutored --thanked God-- but instinctive skill, he wrapped his fingers on her disheveled dark brown hair. Fuck! His aching cock was wedged firmly inside her almost bee-stung lips and her eyes were closed in bliss. From sucking him off. He shuddered. She paused, feeling the cold air of the air conditioning. "Continue, detka." He rasped. His voice deep and gravelly from sleep. Big hands gathered her thick locks, one at the back of her skull, guiding her, showing her the perfect rhythm. She moaned her approval on his wet dick. All his muscles quivered at the erotic sight. Her cute mouth stretched on his cockhead, firmly gliding, sucking his precum while both of her wet hands jacked him off. "Fuck!" His eyes 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. "Rx your throat, baby." She did and hummed. Gripping her hair tight, he gave in to her demands and began to fuck her mouth. His eyes, slits of lust watched her struggle to take more than she was capable of. Trying to be more gentle, he slowed down but she shook her head and ever so slowly she scraped her teeth on the sensitive cockhead. Fuck! Okay, he got the message. Her saliva and precum steadily streamed down his tight balls. He growled. Very conscious he couldn''t take any more of this torture. "Motherfucker!" Dominic gritted through his teeth. She looked up, her expressive brown gaze glittering, gleaming with joy at his tense features, lust, and satisfaction written within her depths. "Hmmm," the slurping sounds she made from licking his balls to the swollen tip of his dick was so obscene yet that was what he needed. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. "Put me back in your mouth. Now!" She readily obliged. His hands tangled more firmly on her hair and nape, he pulled her down for his urgent thrusts. In and out. Sucking and licking. Shit! With fascination and delight, she tried to take more, the head hitting her throat, it contracted in reflex. "Ahhhh! Fuck! I''m close." His warning fell on deaf ears. Her hands gently massage his balls. That''s it. With a savage growl, he came spurting in her mouth, she attempted to swallow but it was too much. His cum kept oning, leaking from her lips. Chapter 9 Lost In Translation Beau Chapter 9 Lost In Trantion Beau This was by far the mostplicated financial datasheet she had ever encountered in her ounting career bar none. And she had solved every fucking shit there was since she was a kid. Still, she saw this as part of growth. A gauntlet was thrown, who was she to turn her back on challenges. She craved them. And will never be dissuaded by a smallplication. She tilted her head to the side and examined the patterns once more. Like an artist, evaluating and assessing a rare creation of a masterpiece. Hmmm, I wonder how they did it. It took Beau a moment but when it did, something clicked in her brain. Why hasn''t she figured it out before? IP addresses can also leave fine footprints. A few minutes. And she was in. Her nose crinkled, skimming highly sensitive and confidential data from the USA stock market. Fuckers! They were using dummies. Dummy ounts. Dummypanies. Dummy names. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Truly excited, she copied all the financial sheets from 2008 to 2018. Working fast. It would not do if she was caught. Especially by FBI freaks. Satisfied she didn''t leave any trace, she left the site and she closed her server. One particr guy had submitted proposals for the expansion of investments. Creating dummy year, when the economy was doing well, he made another investment proposal to buy back the stocks. This time the value has tripled. The dummypany has earned 200% from its original market value. And this pattern happened several times in thest ten years with different names and with different dummypanies. Talk about easy money. The final tally will boggle her boss''s mind, wherever he was at the moment. Her expressive brows furrowed. d he had left her alone today. She didn''t need the distraction and his presence grated on her nerves. Are you sure? Damn right! That man was more than insatiable. Dictatorial and demanding to boot. The constant lovemaking has taken a toll on her. She would forever be walking bowlegged. The damn manughed at her face whenever sheined and kissed her senseless afterward which led to the road she was avoiding. Her thighs were stiff. And every time she saw him walk so sexily like he hasn''t been riding her for hours, she wanted to smack him with a vase in the head. How could she walk away from him today after submitting her full report? But the most important question was, would he let her? Every day for the past three days he had been going home with her, ignoring her feebled protests. He was acting like they were a couple. This shouldn''t be soplicated. His role as a lover in her life ends today. Her life was fuckingplicated for the likes of him. Soon, the cartels and mafias will need her. If she will drag him in this mess... Worry marred the perfect skin on her forehead. She didn''t want him to get involve and get hurt in the end. Though she will never tell him what she truly felt about all this, she wanted him safe. Her decision was final. It was better off her way. Beau''s chin firmed, determined to let all out in the open. Besides, she has to submit her final report before leaving him. Deciding to brave the lion in his den, she let herself inside his office without knocking and stopped at the sight before her. Her face nked. She was not the type of person who easily jumped to conclusions. Her high IQ will let her assess every angle before she acted. Then why do you want to throw your Manolos on the bimbo''s saloon-perfect extensions? Her soon-to-be ex-lover looked at her warily. Guilty are we? She didn''t exactly catch them in grante delicto, however, the woman''s bodynguage was telling a revealing intention. Beau arched her brow at Dominic''s telltale expression. "I cane backter if you are busy, sir?" Beau offered through gritted teeth. The level of annoyance she felt overwhelmed her, taking her by surprise. Her lover was on his feet in an instant, there must be something in her voice that rmed him. "§³§Ü§Ñ§Ø§Ú §ã§Ó§à§Ö§Þ§å §ã§Ö§Ü§â§Ö§ä§Ñ§â§ð, §é§ä§à§Ò§í §à§ß §Ó§Ö§â§ß§å§Ý§ã§ñ §á§à§Ù§Ø§Ö, §¥§à§Þ." The blondie murmured in amusement. (Tell your secretary toe backter, Dom.) Fake barbie thought this was amusing, eh? "§°§ß§Ñ §ß§Ö §Þ§à§ñ ..." (She is my...) Dominic was interrupted by thedy''s annoying giggles. She flicked back her hair and batted her fake eyshes. Beau felt her hands clenched and she narrowed her eyes. "§°, §Ó§Ñ§ê §á§à§ã§Ý§Ö§Õ§ß§Ú§Û §Ý§ð§Ò§à§Ó§ß§Ú§Ü? §°§ß§Ñ §Þ§à§Ø§Ö§ä §á§à§Ý§å§é§Ú§ä§î §ä§Ö§Ò§ñ, §Ü§à§Ô§Õ§Ñ §Þ§í §Ù§Ñ§Ü§à§ß§é§Ú§Þ." The bitch said smugly, licking her lips. Beau would really like to shove Dominic''s cock and balls in thedy''s mouth until she choked to death. (Oh, yourtest paramour? She can have you when we are done.) Forcing a tight smile, the genius ountant responded sweetly. "§£§í §Õ§Ö§Û§ã§ä§Ó§Ú§ä§Ö§Ý§î§ß§à §Õ§å§Þ§Ñ§Ö§ä§Ö, §é§ä§à §ñ §Ò§í §å§ß§Ú§Ø§Ñ§Ý §ã§Ö§Ò§ñ, §é§ä§à§Ò§í §Ú§ã§á§à§Ý§î§Ù§à§Ó§Ñ§ä§î §é§Ý§Ö§ß, §Ü§à§ä§à§â§í§Û §Ò§í§Ý §Ó §Ü§Ú§ã§Ü§Ö §ê§Ý§ð§ç§Ñ?" (Do you really think I would degrade myself to use a dick that''s been in a slut''s pussy?) She rather thought Dominic was having a heart attack by the way he coughing and wheezing beside her. Unimpressed, she decided to walk out. He caught her arm and pulled her flushed to his chest. She struggled to get away but the big oaf was too strong. He looked at the woman before them with venom in his eyes. "§°§ß§Ñ §Þ§à§ñ §Ø§Ö§ß§ë§Ú§ß§Ñ. §´§Ó§à§ñ §è§Ñ§â§Ú§è§Ñ. §·§à§â§à§ê§à §Ò§í §ä§Ö§Ò§Ö §ï§ä§à §Ù§Ñ§á§à§Þ§ß§Ú§ä§î, §Ü§å§Ù§Ö§ß." (She is my woman. Your tzarina. It would do you well to remember that, cousin.) The woman paled at his words. Beau stopped moving. "I will leave you two." She said, sighing. Her brown eyes looking up at him sullenly. Shit! She had been very transparent. Not giving an inch, he caged her in his massive arms to prevent any movements. Damn his possessiveness. He groaned feelingly before murmuring against her hair. "I love it when you get jealous, detka." "I am not..." Denial queen. "Sure you are. I want to fuck you on my desk, while you scream your pleasure in Russian. Fuck! That''s hot." Dominic growled. Nuzzling and sucking the skin on her sensitive neck. Why does her body love him too much? Only your body? One of these days she was going to kill her conscience. She swore on all that''s holy and sacred in this world. See if I don''t! His cousin coughed to interrupt their moment. Trying to get Dominic''s attention back. "Get out. Go to Alec and tell him about the setback. My woman needs me." He never took his eyes away from Beau while he dismissed his rtive. Mature Content 18+ "I don''t need you," she answered breathlessly. Really? She was panting with arousal and she could feel his cock throbbing on her belly. Maybe onest time before they part? Damn it! This was not good. He didn''t answer. Instead, he dragged her to his desk. In one swipe, the t surface was cleared, papers and important documents fell on the carpeted floor. Dominic''s need was urgent. His face hardened with tension and lust. He sat her on the edge of the table and step between her legs. His eyes gleaming. No, you don''t! "Don''t you dare tears my clothes, Dom!" She hissed in warning. Of course, he never listened. His strong hands tore the front of her beige blouse in two and buried his face between her thinly covered breasts. "Oh, God!" Despite her adamant protest, there was something erotic and thrilling with the way he expressed his desire for her. She couldn''t help but quiver in response. "Can''t seem to get enough of you. My need for you gets stronger every time we fuck." His hot mouth found her pointy nubs. Licking and sucking through thece. She sobbed in temporary relief. Eager to touch his smooth muscled nes, with trembling hands, she discarded him of his Armani coat and unbuttoned his dress shirt. To get back at him, she tugged forcefully. The scattering buttons music to her ears. His huskyugh tickled the flushed skin of her chest, gasping at the feel of his teeth nibbling her nipples delicately. Her juices moistened her panties from his unwavering attention to her sensitive mounds. "I want you too, now!" She cried out. With shaky hands, she frantically reached for his fly. He helped her and moaned at the feel of her palming his thick cock. She wanted to fall on her knees and taste his cum, however, he has urgent ns. Pushing her, so shey t on the table and give him ess to her underwear, which he discarded off her in seconds. Uncaring if he ruined another pair of her underwear. Chapter 10 Shhhh Dominic Chapter 10 Shhhh Dominic "Why do you have toe home with me tonight?" He bit the fleshy side of his cheek to stop his smile. Instead of feeling irritated, he relished the idea of his detka getting impatient with him. It was infinitely better than her being too quiet. This passionate side of her --with expressive brown eyes spitting fire-- was a turn on. Damn! She was in a bad mood. His detka. Ever since they got inside the car, she scooted away from him, averted her gaze and looked out the window. Her attention to the mundane scenery and her silent statement as loud as a thunderstorm. The fact they had spent the best part of the afternoon lolling in bed hadn''t sweetened her prerogative. He couldn''t help it! He was addicted to her. She can''t ever be out his sight for far longer than five hours and she should get used it. And that was inside the premises of his building where he could go see her anytime. She was fidgeting in her seat, lips bowed in a pout. He won''t allow that. He had to make her happy. Her small hands pped his off to stop him from plucking her from herfortable space. He held her in ce on hisp firmly, ignoring her curses and epithets. His eyes crinkled at the corners from her inventiveness. Who would dare call him an obnoxious Russian jackass? Pressing his lips to keep from grinning, he murmured soothing endearments to his baby girl. Pressing This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org. kisses on her fragrant hair. Some of the tension left her body and she sagged in his arms. That''s better. "Tell me what has upset you, baby? She kept her arms folded on her new dress. Reminding him of one of the reasons why she was giving him the cold shoulder. His Beau does not want him to buy her costly girl stuff. Why? All the women like it. Except, she is different from those women, moron. Tsk. His conscience was right. He miscalcted once more. Dominic stayed silent and waited patiently for her response. " ''Tis myst day of work. I gave you theplete report and I thought this is ourst day of...of...affair." She whispered thest word and tilted her face away from him. Affair? Had he not made his intentions clear? In bed you did asshole. Oh, shit! "Why the hell would you think that?" His palm cupped her right cheek so he could gaze at her velvety brown depths. Mentally frowning at the seriousness reflected in her eyes. "Because that''s true! This is mind-boggling sex and all but it''s over." Beau replied in earnest. Truly believing her words. His scowl deepened. "This is far from fucking over, detka. Never assume that." His voice was soft, octaves lowered. Lethal and uttered with finality. She tried to suppress her shivers. He knew nheless. It was not from fear of his dominance. It was from excitement. He should not gloat. Not in front of her. But he was a scoundrel, so he did. Her eyes narrowed and her hands clenched tightly. What really amused him more was for the first time he found himself embroiled in a lover''s quarrel. And he was enjoying it as fuck! "This," she gestured to make her point. "This is not permanent, Dominic. We had our fun. It''s over." He blinked. Again, mentally shifting gears into ce. Trying to n his detka''s surrender. "And I beg to differ, moya lyubov. Even if I have to chain you to our bed and fuck sense into you, I''ll do it. Actually, that''s not a bad idea. We will get to it when we reach home." Yeah. A very sound and proven strategy. She was verycent in bed. Why not take advantage of it. She looked away from him once more and kept her mouth shut. He let her stew. They would be home soon. Then he could set his ns into motion. Her resolved should have thawed a bit by then. He hoped so. *** "Why do you have a security detail all the time, Dom?" He sighed heavily when they stepped out of the car. He nodded, thanking Alec while his detka smiled sweetly at his general. What the... So much for hoping. He scowled. Damn! This tiny woman drove him crazy. From lust and contentment to jealousy and blinding rage in a span of few seconds. "Dominic, " she tugged at his sleeve, her face upturned, waiting for his reply. ncing down, his eyes softened immediately. He had also known --right from the moment he set eyes on her-- that he was utterly and irrevocably fucked! By this slip of a woman. Who''s IQ was out of this world, who spoke severalnguages apparently and rocked his world in bed. He would have preferred it if she had fallen asleep during the drive home. However, she was wide awake and in full battle mode. If her aim was to kick him out, then she must prepare for war. Because the mafia king had always emerged victorious. "That''s for our protection. Let''s go inside. We need to talk." He was getting impatient. This hurdle was killing him. He was prepared to smash it away and be done with this bullshit. Beau nodded. Her eyes were serious and misty. She had a faraway distant look in her beautiful brown eyes. Thest thing he wanted was to upset her. And she has never cried before --well except when she wasing hard on his cock-- so her attitude right now rmed him. "Do you want anything to drink?" Beau asked softly as soon as they entered her cottage. Sprawled on her fabulous red sofa, he shook his head. Patting the space, he beckoned. "Sit beside me." She settled to his right and faced him. "Please listen and don''t interrupt." "Go on." Rough hands swallowed her small and dainty ones. Hers was cold. He made sure to rub her palm to give her some heat. Chapter 11 Vengeance Is A Must The General Alec Chapter 11 Vengeance Is A Must The General Alec Sonofabitch! No one escapes him. No one! He will have that cocksucker in his hands and will skin him alive slowly. Alec was boiling inside with rage. He had always prided himself on his astute perception of his surroundings. What happened was a blotch on his reputation. It wouldn''t do. He will have his man. His tzar would want a piece of that cocksucking assassin. Alec would be d to let Dominic y with the fucker before he made good on his promise. The general''s mind might be preupied with nning but his outer countenance remained stoic and observant. No emotions showed on his face. His concentration shifted though when he heard curses and shouting outside the operating room. Shit! He had been gone long enough. It''s not a good idea to let his tzar kill the hospital staff. Dominic was in aplete panic state, he had demanded multiple surgeons and internists to operate on his woman. Talk about possessive protectiveness. His leader surely took the cake. "What the fuck do you mean she won''t be able to wake up for a few days!?" Dominic yelled at the doctor''s face. The poor fe quaked before him. Shit! The man was the best surgeon in the country. "Sir..." The doctor gulped. "Your fiancee...she had a concussion...yeah...and..." Fiancee? Beau will castrate him. "Motherfucker! Speak up. I''m losing patience here." The tzar''s voice lowered in a menacing octave. Not a good sign. "Is there anyone brave enough to exin everything to us?" It''s time for Alec to interrupt before heads would fly. A brave soul moved forward. Surprisingly, it was a young attractive female doctor. Interesting. She licked her lips nervously while she looked at him. Eyes wide and possibly imploring and she averted her gaze as soon as their eyes met. "Ms. Anderson suffered a concussion on her right temple and the bullet entered half an inch above her heart and nicked her left lung. The operation was sessful but she needs time to recover. I rmended an induceda to help her recover quickly and to lessen her pain." She took a deep shaky breath after her monologue. "How long?" His boss was reasonable now. A bit calmer, though not that much. "A week at the most before she wakes up and more than a month to recover." The cute doctor looked This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. beyond their shoulders and the elegant symmetrical features of her wless face were devoid of emotions. "When will I be able to see her?" There was gruffness in Dominic''s voice that showed his vulnerability. "The nurses are almost done cleaning her up. In a few minutes." She answered in a firm though a bit shaky voice. "Ok. I want you to be her personal doctor. Money is not a problem. You will be wellpensated." She paled at Dominic''s request but she knew she couldn''t say no. Wise girl. "As you wish, Mr. Vasiliy. Please excuse me. I have to go back to your fiancee." Her fearful eyes lingered on Alec''s emotionless face for a few seconds before she walked back to the operating room. Dominic turned to him. His gray eyes boiling with rage. "Report." His leader growled. "We have two prisoners. I thought you might want to interrogate them yourself. But we killed everyone else. The leader escaped. You and I are familiar with Antoine Lemonte. The dons and capos had him on their payroll but he bailed after a few years. Webed the underground. The cartels and mafia leaders are denying their involvement. Spies are in ce just to be sure." The general murmured in a calm voice. The Russian leader glowered at the hospital''s wallpaper, thinking. Calcting. "How did they know where my woman lives?" He asked gruffly. Only a handful of them knew. Alec finished mentally. He never thought of that. What he could guarantee though was their men were loyal and solid to the core. Each and everyone would die for their mafia leader. Who would have ess to Beau''s file aside from them? Shit! "A fucking rat at the office. He or she may know of the tzarina''s discovery of the rip-off and those involved." "Find him. I will chop him to pieces myself. And have the new estate ready within 24 hours. I will be bringing my fiancee home." Those were Dominic''sst instructions before he met the gurney carrying his unconscious woman. "At once, tzar." Damn! A lot of blood will be spilled before this was over. His eyes found the tzarina''s attending physician''s, she blushed before ducking her head to avoid eye contact. Hmmm, interesting. ____________ Dominic His woman. She looked so fucking frail and small on the hospital bed. Equipment of different shit was connected to her. The most important one he had his eyes on was the heart monitor and breathing tubes. This is his fault. He took her report for granted and she paid the price. Every person on that list will be dead by the end of the day. He will make sure they suffer like his detka was suffering right now. She looked so pale. Her parlor hiding her vibrant beauty and her perfect doe-like eyes and her perfect bow-shaped pouting lips. He took a deep shaky breath. With his stomach churning in fright, it was painful. Looking around him, he gritted his teeth. Shit! He fucking hated hospitals. Thest time he visited one was when his mother gave birth to his little sister. The white walls and the sterile environment reminded him of death. Moya lyubov does not belong here. Tomorrow, he will bring her home. A room exactly like this one will be set up and he will employ medical staff round the clock. Chapter 12 Partial Payback Trigger Warning Please be guided 18+ Dominic Chapter 12 Partial Payback Trigger Warning Please be guided 18+ Dominic The thick chains hanging from the solid concrete walls filled the entirety of the room with synonymous sounds and rhythm of the chimes. Only this time, this signified death and not serenity. It was likewise fucking calming to The Butcher''s salivating demon. Anyone who was observing him right this second will be mistaken by the way he carried himself. Too jolly and too rxed. A thin superficialyer concealing the devil within. The one who enjoyed ying with the blood of the enemies. "So, which one would like to go first?" His dark chuckles made all the captives whimper in fear behind Owned by N?velDrama.Org. the ck cloths covering every inch of their heads down to their shoulders. The fuckers had recognized his voice. His amused gaze found a man in the same state, however, his back faced him. The prisoner''s limbs quivered from the strain of the pulling chains. Ah, the rat. Specially bound for the tzar''s amusement. "Tsk. Tsk. Daniel Mills." The former employee cocked his head to the side to hear Dominic better. He began to talk behind his encumbered head. "What? I can''t hear you. Speak up!" Muffled and incoherent words reached Dominic once more. Oh, I see. Realizing the problem. The chained man couldn''t talk because he was gagged as well. My bad. Dominic lifted his chin to one of his men. Theyplied and removed the ck cloth and gag. The traitor blinked rapidly and groaned from the harsh light directed at him. When his blurry eyes Please...don''t...kill me." "Kill you? I won''t. Why would you think that?" Murmuring gently in response, fleshy lips ttened in thoughts. The tzar''s casual steps brought him to a secure panel. He punched in a series of codes, it beeped and slowly opened to reveal trays of weapons, disyed for Dominic''s personal use. Perfect. It had been a while but he had not forgotten. All types of specially made knives were disyed and arranged perfectly before him, from fixation Bowies, authentic katanas, bolos, Gerber, and... Ah, this one. He slowly raised his glinting Obsidian knives. The thinnest des one could ever find were three nanometres wide at the edge ¨C 10 times sharper than a razor de. These were made by king a long, thin sliver from a core of the volcanic ss. This was perfect! "Prepare him." He instructed without turning his head, knowing his men will know what to do. He critically examined each piece to make sure it will work on the flesh like butter. "No! Please...no!" The prisoner cried in protests. The front of his pants darkened. Dominic snarled in disgust. Alec and two other men held the traitor down before securing the ck leather stirrups. "If you tell where the others are hiding, I can give you mercy and skin you half awake, if not, I will do it with all your wits about you." Shrugging out of his jacket and his white pristine shirt, Dominic rolled his shoulder des, muscles bunching. Beau was the only one who can ruin all his clothes, no one else. At the thought of his woman lying on aa due to this man''s greed, uncontroble rage filled his body. "No mercy. I changed my mind." The fear in the bastard''s swollen beady eyes gave him satisfaction. They were just starting. *** Hoarse and deep cries of pain resonated in the 12 by 16 dimensions of the prison cell, with steel and brick walls and one solid barred door, no one will be able to hear the mors for a quick death. Dominic took a step back to wipe the blood dripping from his face and naked torso and surveyed his handy work. His eyes nk and cold. Daniel drewbored breaths, unconscious. The skin from his forehead down to his corbone was nicely peeled. The mafia tzar grunted in satisfaction. Seeing as how the traitor fared well. Most men would have been dead by now. "Wake the fucker up." Screams of agony and whimpers were heard once more. Buckets of ice-cold water poured to Daniel''s blood coated and unrecognizable body. The dermis, beneath the epidermis, showed tiny connective tissues, his dotted hair follicles, and the extremely damaged sweat nds. "Just...kill...me," He begged. Ready to cked-out at any moment. Not yet. "Bring Paul over here. You will watch your bosses die before I cut you to pieces." The motherfucker they were dragging to Dominic was an old friend of his father. One of the senior CEOs of their chain of hotels and resorts. A wolf in a sheep''s clothing. He and his nine other aplices have been robbing the organization blind for years. Money was not the issue. Loyalty was. The former mafia leader, his father, and he gave them all they want. Riches, social standing, security, and everything they had asked. His family has served their underbosses well. They repaid by making a fool of him. Betrayed his trust and betrayed the mafia. A shame the other five had escaped, anticipating this event. No matter, they would be found even if they run and hide to the ends of the earth. He faced the trembling man before him. On his knees, he looked pitiful. Dominic knew better. "Tzar," he begged on his knees. "It was Samuel''s n. I wasn''t part of it. I swear!" Dominic didn''t give a damn on who''s done what. Even their whys were not significant. His detka was hurt because of them. That was enough for him. The thin deadly knife nicked the b of fat on his chin as he forced the man to look at him. "I don''t give a damn, Paul. You die tonight. Rot in hell!" The pointy end pierced down his chin towards his epiglottis immediately cutting his air supply. He gurgled and choked on his blood. Not satisfied, Dom applied more pressure until the veins throbbing on the base of the throat was cut through. He left him dying, thrashing on the floor. "Next. Make it quick. We still have to chop the bodies." Fuck! This will be a long night and he had to address the underworld at dawn. It was high time to reestablished hierarchy. *** The General Alec Shit! And he thought he was violent and brutal. That paled inparison with what he had witnessed tonight. Chapter 13 Mafia Family Dominic Chapter 13 Mafia Family Dominic "You look like shit." He turned his head so fast he wouldn''t be surprised if he had whish. What the...Tired eyes focused on the small diminutive figure standing a bit too cocky before him. The petite debutante entered the temporary master suite without knocking. Well, she looked more like an 8th grader than an 18-year-old college freshman with her tight ponytail, long-sleeved shirt, and cut off Levis and a worn pair of converse. Her favorite ensemble. Years of practice kept Dominic''s expression nd, used to his sister''s outrageous personality. He raised his stormy grays to her delicate beauty, blue-violet eyes shing with concern met his and she flipped her palest of blond hair. "I am fairly sure that we are not running out of money, sis." "Pft...I''m sure too. Nevertheless, I wouldn''t change the way I dress. I repeat brother, you look like shit." She answered smartly without any hint of hesitation. Bossy minx. "And your French ent grates on my nerves." Dominic rubbed his face impatiently. There was more than a week''s worth of stubble grazing his palms. "What are you doing here, Dinara? And where''s mom and dad?" He asked. Impatience and irritationced his rough voice. "At the foyer with your new butler and housekeeper. Be thankful I was the first one in. Well, you know mom." She shrugged her eyes on the bed. Yeah. Thanked fuck for small mercies. His little sister slowly stalked to the king-size bed where his Beau remained immobile in heratose state. Machines beeped in the stillness of the room. It has been ten days. He barely left the room. He has prayed to all the gods and devils known to men. Beau remainedpletely still, asleep. What kept him sane was knowing every time he talked to her or touched her, her heart would skip a bit. His detka was subconsciously aware it was him. All his work was forwarded to his makeshift office and Alec was sent to hunt the assassin and the remaining traitors. "She is so beautiful. Can I braid her hair?" He grunted in annoyance, momentarily distracted from his detka, he focused once more at Dinara''s pleading huge eyes. To add more effect, she batted her eyshes. "What are you, 8?" His hard gaze softened when she shed him her white teeth. Shit! He hoped he will only have boys. "Come on brother, I''ll be gentle with my new sister." She ran her nimble fingers on his detka''s dark strands. Guessed it won''t hurt tob the tangles on her tresses. He did his best to give her warm sponge baths but he has absolutely no idea what to do with her long hair except brush it. "Ok, but," he raised his hand to thwart Dinara''s squeals. He regressed. His sister was 7. "You have to stay with Beau for an hour or two while I am in a meeting with dad. Use the dry shampoo with the honey and vani scent. It''s her favorite." Dinara ran to the bathroom before he even finished his sentence. He gave a huge sigh of exhaustion. At least he will be leaving his woman in his sister''s capable hands. "I''ll be back, baby. You can trust, Dinara. I miss you so much. Please wake up, soon." His dry lips brush her temple and he inhaled her familiar scent deeply. "§£§í §Ý§ð§Ò§Ú§ä§Ö §Ö§Ö." Dominic nced at his sister upon hearing her soft whisper. Her unique eyes were watchful and wistful. "Yes." It was the truth and he won''t be a coward and hide it. Beau will know soon enough. She nodded. Understanding how important the unconscious woman was to him. "Don''t worry, I won''t leave her side until youe back." "In case she wakes up...tell her...tell my detka..." He didn''t know what to say. This was the first time he will leave her side for a long period of time. What if she woke up? "Don''t worry, Dominic. I know what to say and I''ll tell you right away when shees to. Go before mom gets here." She teased, knowing that will keep him moving. Growling in annoyance, he bent down to kiss his moya lyubov''s lips once more before he unwillingly left them. How to calm his mom and tell her not to spook Beau with her wedding ns when he hasn''t even demanded the woman to marry him? He looked heavenward, possibly praying for the patience he never had except with Beau. Dominic had decided to not give her the chance to tell him no. He will have detka to wifee high or hell water. She will be tied to him forever. _________________ Dinara Vasiliy She watched her brother''s retreating back exiting the room, not in his usual elegant strides. Whew! She thought he changed his mind. Thank God, he didn''t. Dinara exhaled in relief. She had never seen him so lost and so dejected. He needed some fresh air before he lost his mind. The mafia king was pussy whipped. By this slipped of an angel sleeping too elegantly while in a "You really are one lucky woman to tame my brother," she spoke softly while she sprayed dry shampoo on Beau''s luxurious ck hair and ran the soft bristles of the brush on her strands. "I like you already." The woman''s beauty was one of a kind. Red cupid''s bowlike lips, straight cute nose. Defined cheekbones like a supermodel should possess. Perfectly arched brows, lush and long eyshes, and smooth unblemished skin. Not the type that has been coated in skin rejuvenating chemicals. Hers was all-natural.Owned by N?velDrama.Org. Chapter 14 Shot Through The Heart Beau Chapter 14 Shot Through The Heart Beau "Aren''t you tired of sleeping? You should wake up. I want us to be friends. We can go to an amusement park. I have never been to one and I hope you could show me how fun it can be to ride a roller coaster. Or a big octopus. I also want to win all the stuff toys on all the shooting games we can get our hands-on." She had never been to a carnival. Was her first coherent thought. Then the biggest migraine she had ever experienced made it difficult to open her eyelids to look and speak to her. Whoever she may be. There''s a constant throbbing in her temple that had somehow disturbed her deep healing slumber. Healing? Disorientation was never a good feeling. Slender and dainty fingers rhythmicallybed her hair, soothing her, however, it came from a foreign touch. It was not her lover. Dominic. Where is he? Beau willed her body to move but she felt so tired, simr to a newborn kitten. She must have overslept. Her face tilted to a beeping sound next to the bed, it was annoying the hell out of her. Not enough to distract her from her still muddled thoughts though. One thing kept nagging her mind was this girl in her house. Who was she? It was definitely not Lily. Her eldest sister and her best friend can''t talk, let alone sing a Disney song. "Or if you don''t want to visit carnivals, we could shop until we dropped. But it has to be with my mom and aunt Sandrina. I''m also sure we''ll all be busy preparing your wedding soon." Hell, no! She was not getting married. Not to anyone. It was not for her. And she was sure Dominic was a type of man who would never want to be tied down to one woman. Whoever concocted the idea should go to hell! The need to open her eyes and talk to express her thoughts on the subject gave her the strength to do so. She needed to correct this cheerful girl. Fuck it! Her lips were dry and her throat was parched. Her nose wrinkled a bit when the girl applied the cream on her face and a scented oil on her lips. She had to admit the girl was nice. Yes. They can be friends. I think. "There...you look so beautiful, Beau. No wonder my brother is so crazy about you." Me too. Shit! That admission jolted her from her prone state. She couldn''t. Her weak hand caught the girl''s slender ones and gave it a gentle squeeze. She squinted her eyes at the unexpected brightness of the unfamiliar room and she met her shock unusual blue-violet ones. "Who...are...you?" Beau whispered in a croaked voice. Her forehead creased at the roughness in her voice. She tried to swallow. Still parched. The pixie beautiful girl suddenly screamed. Damn! It was enough to wake the dead and bring the roof down. Beau closed her eyes from the pain in her temples and the difort in her chest as she tried to move to make the pixie stop. "What the fuck Dinara!?" Dominic. Thank God. "Language, son." A mature female voice chastised. Who are these people? She moaned. She couldn''t talk and she was in too much pain. A familiar rough hand touched her cheek. "Water," she whispered. He helped her sit slowly. Her whole body quivered like she hasn''t made any movements in a while. Dominic helped her with the ss and she took a grateful sip of the cool water slowly. She opened her eyes and surveyed his tense expression. "Easy, moya lyubov." He had her full attention. She frowned upon what she saw. Her jaw dropped. What happened to him? This was the first time she had seen him so...so... She didn''t know the words. His beautiful fathomless grays were bloodshot and his perfectly chiseled face was covered with thick Owned by N?velDrama.Org. dark stubbles. Dominic had always look intimidating and impable but now his countenance was harsher and more rigid. He was still handsome in a rugged panty-dropping way. She mentally frowned. She tried to get up. Fuck! She couldn''t. Her lover had to support her back to help her. "Dominic..." She whispered. Finally realizing she was badly hurt. Her whole body was throbbing in pain. The most pronounced was on her chest. Her face on his neck. She didn''t know why she did it however she could sense that he needed her to let him know she was okay. Even in her state of pain, she just wanted tofort him. Instinct. Pure instinct. "Fuck!" He groaned and buried his face on her hair, his arms supported her. "Detka..." A lump formed in her throat. He was breathing harshly. Barely containing his emotions. Why? "What happened, Dom?" She murmured. Oblivious to their audience. He ced a few inches between the two them to gaze into her confuse brown eyes. Two of his rough thick fingers grazed her flushed cheek down to her corbone and further down to her thin pale blue night shift that covered the thick bandages on her chest. She gasped. Bandages? "You were shot. I almost lost you." He uttered in a deep menacing voice, there was an underlying agony in his words. Dominic pulled her in his warm embrace once more and he sighed deeply. Patting his back awkwardly to reassure him, she shifted a bit, only to gasped in pain. The skin pulled on her bullet wound and she groaned in difort. Shit! She should be careful. "I''m sorry, detka. Let''s have the doctor check on you?" She shook her head, agreeing, and for the first time, she nced around the room. Beau gasped. Bewildered and shocked. They have a freaking audience. Her eyes fell on a handsome couple and the pixie girl from earlier, hovering excitedly at Dominic''s back. There was also a young female doctor and three nurses by the door. "Who are they? Where are we?" She held onto his biceps. Loathe to let him go because he was the only person she knew and she was conscious of the people around the room. The heart monitor elerated. It rmed Dominic. "It''s alright, baby. Shhh... it''s alright. They''re my parents and my sister, Dinara." The doctor approached the bed. "Sir, I need to check on your fiancee." Dominic growled. Fiancee? She looked around her. Why are they grinning? Chapter 15 Engagement? No! Beau Chapter 15 Engagement? No! Beau Fuck! Getting shot at was a bummer. And if there was one thing she hated the most, it''s being coddled. Her independent streak was rearing its head. She had sworn to poison Dominic with bedonna if she could her hands on one. Two whole weeks she had been confined to this bed. The wallpapers had made her dizzy from staring at it all day. She had memorized every pattern she could decipher, even made equations. And answered them in different ways. And there was one more thing that aggravated her the most. Those fucking pain killers had her knocked out all the damn time! She and Dominic had barely spoken, other than civilized questions -the usual good morning and good night and how are you phrases- he made it a point to avoid her. Well, except at night. He retired to their bed beside her only if he was sure she was fast asleep. Which was not always the case. She could feel his warmth as he cuddled with her gently and his deep even breaths lulled her to sleep. But the fucker was always gone when she woke up. As if nothing happened and everything was dandy fine. This frustrated her to no end. She wanted to know what''s going on. Why was he acting like he has KGB or CIA secrets? Dominic''s sister -bless her beautiful heart- and his mother were the only people keeping her sanity intact. Or she would have ended screaming the roof off in her agitated and bored state. Her goal today was to get up from their huge bed. Alone. And eat all the berries in the world like there was no tomorrow. Fuck you, Dominic! But that''s one of the shitty things she forgets all the time. He doesn''t want to fuck her anymore. Damn him! He was treating her like she has the gue or worse like she was a carrier of yellow fever. She knew she sounded like a whiny bitch and melodramatic but like she gave a damn. She had been confined in bed for almost a month. A few more weeks and she''d be in an asylum. Oh, she will also need to order Chinese. She was craving some steamy buns. Beau mentally scoffed. She changed thoughts faster than the speed of light. Wincing, she gingerly navigated, by slow progress from the bedroom to the carpeted hallway. The huge house was too quiet. She hasn''t had the chance to explore since she had always been confined in her room. Dr. Lizzie Hope had been a constantpanion as well and she grew fond of the shy, demure physician. Can''t help not to when the good doctor basically saved her from death''s door. They became buddies of sort and she''s has helped her today by not drowsing her in pain meds. This was the first time Beau was fully lucid since she woke up. The only drawback was she can feel every painful twitch of her bullet wound. Fuck! It''s near unbearable. She was gasping for breath by the time she reached the busy spacious kitchen. All activities stopped and the maids gaped at her in shock. Yeah. Surprise. A handsomedy in her sixty''s scurried over to help her on a cushioned leather seat. She shed her a grateful smile while she gritted her teeth. "You shouldn''t be up on your feet, tzarina." The olddy admonished and clucked her tongue several times. Beau presumed she was the head housekeeper because everyone was looking at the woman for guidance. "I''m ok. I''m sorry I didn''t get your name?" She nced at Beau while she poured her a ss of water. She took a sip, sighing at the coldness of the drink. "Call me Mrs. Bell, tzarina." What''s with the ridiculous title? "I am not a Russian Queen, Mrs. Bell." She ignored the housekeeper''s surprised expression. "I''m hungry. Do you have fresh berries?" Her taste buds watered imagining its sweet nectar. "We have some blueberries and strawberries. Do you want it with vani ice cream?" Thedy asked in a thoughtful expression. Eager to please the young tzarina. "Umm, I think sour cream would be best," Beau answered. Mrs. Bell nodded and made her a bowl of creamy delight. She presented the oddbination to her with a gentle smile. Beau moaned at the delicious treat. Finishing it in under 10 minutes and she asked another one. Still indulging, she remembered the buns. "Can you call for Chinese delivery? I want the hot meaty buns for Owned by N?velDrama.Org. lunch." She requested. Mrs. Bell nodded enthusiastically and ordered a maid to do it. "Do you want me to order different varieties of berries, tzarina?" She asked eagerly. She was way too happy to oblige her. Beau''s eyes narrowed but she answered yes. Thedy was like a motherly figure and she liked her. "Do you know where I can find Dominic?" She needed to talk to that stubborn man soon. Give him the tongueshing he deserves. "He didn''t tell you, miss?" Uneasiness gripped her insides. It seemed that he doesn''t want to tell her anything anymore. Screw him! "No." Where the fuck was he? "The tzar left on a business trip to Brazil today." Mrs. Bell gulped when she noticed the tzarina''s nk expression. A facade. Her anger was palpable. She was seething with rage and she wanted to bash his head with a porcin vase. Business trip her ass. He was probably avoiding her. Perhaps he doesn''t know how to end things with her that''s why he left. Well, she will finish this stupid affair for him. No more engagement too. She lost her appetite but her stomach grumbled. The berries look great. To hell with it! She will stuff her belly until she burst. *** "Beau, you should be resting." Dinara licked her lips nervously. Lizzie was with her. Both unsure of what to do. To say that she had invaded Dominic''s office was an understatement. She basically spent the whole day in his private domain. To spite him, she has approved every damn proposal at his table. Reviewed financial reports and sent summaries to his ounting team. This started five days ago. She was beyond pissed at him. No calls and no texts. But what she hated the most was she couldn''t eat her damn Nute. She was constantly on edge and she gets riled at a drop of a hat. Chapter 16 Wrong Move Dominic Chapter 16 Wrong Move Dominic This fucking stupid manhunt was killing him. He needed to be with his detka. It has been days and he fucked up. Big time. Making things right should be his goddamn priority. The remorse and guilt he felt every time he held her in his arms while she slept was eating him alive. He was aware she was confused by his actions and most likely hurt. It was never his intention. These were new emotions he needed to figure out on his own. The insecurities, damning, was eating him alive. How to tell her he was sorry? Because of his arrogance and carelessness, she almost died. He had not forgiven himself for what had happened. He and Alec will wrap this up and go home. He needed to be by her side. Fuck it! He was turning into a sappy old fool. Special ns were in ce. To be executed the next time he saw his beautiful angel. He will treat his baby with a nice romantic dinner, go down on his knees and ask her to marry him. Begged if needed be. No more arguments and no more high handedness. At least with the engagement part. The heirloom ring was ready. And the time was right. He would be home by tomorrow at thetest. Excitement was an understatement. It was more than that. Dominic nced at his general. "Is my Boeing ready?" It was a fruitful trip even though he had to be away from Beau for a few days. Two more traitors had been eliminated from his list. They lost track of the assassin but he was confident they will have his location soon. The fuckers were so shortsighted to have thought they could get away from him. Him, A Mafia Tzar? The Comando Vermelho or Red Commando was more than happy to hand them over to pay for their crimes. All the mafia leaders, in any country, will do the same for The Butcher to avoid his wrath. "Yes, tzar. It always is. But..." Amusement yed in Alec''s eyes. He was fully aware Dominic was eager to go home. His steel gaze narrowed. "You have a meeting with the Leader of Red Commando tonight." Motherfucker! And it tended tost until the early hours of the morning because of the party. A lot of expensive booze, drugs, and Brazilian models will be present. Not that he intended to fuck a pussy that night or any other night. He had his own pussy waiting for him back home and he aspired to be faithful to her. Even though they couldn''t be intimate just yet because of her healing wound, he was content with cuddling with her for the time being. Shit! Reformed scoundrels do make the best husbands. If SHE epts you. The fuck! Of course, she will. "We will leave by midnight," he growled. Eager to have his detka in his arms soon. ________________ Dinara Mafia Princess Shitty shit! She can''t believe she pulled it off. Not a guard on sight. All frantic to reach the nearest toilet. Dinara giggled. Now, she knew which Her father or her brother will tan her hide for this. She snorted. She didn''t care. There was only one important word ying in her mind. F R E E D O M!!! "Shhh...stop giggling, Dinara." Lizzie whisper-yelled at her while Beau tagged at her lose long sleeve shirt. "Come on. We take the ck SUV. You have your own cards with you, yeah?" They both nodded. Dinara and the girls were in their nightclothes. They didn''t bring extras with them, needing only their wallets. Anything else they could buy when they reached their destination. The question was, where? "We hide at my cottage?" She nced at Beau and tried to suppress herughter. Her future sister inw was nervous as hell but excited at the same time. She kept ncing at her surroundings as if she expected Dominic to appear out of nowhere. Who wouldn''t be? They had escaped a highly guarded mansionmanded by her brother. She should get awarded for this. Or not. She grimaced. Better think of the consequences when they were found. Well, they had better make the most of this. "They will find us there easily. I have a ce in mind." Oh, yes! And what a ce it would be. They could stay there for days. She''ll give it three days tops before they were found. That will be thest ce her brother will expect them to hide. She hoped so. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. *** "Surprise!!!" "Isn''t this amazing?!" Dinara gushed. Her twopanions were speechless and shocked, their eyes wandered to the beauty of this dreand. They had checked in to an exclusive vi where they requested not to be disturbed. It took them six hours and twenty minutes to drive from San Francisco to Anaheim. Where the closest Disnend was. "God, yes! It''s my first time here." Beau whispered in awe. Her eyes on the chocte store then she gagged. Her brows furrowed in disgust. "Can we find the nearest pastry shop? I want some berry pies. I''m hungry." In response, her stomach growled loudly. Dinara threw Lizzie a puzzled nce. She shrugged. Beau was always hungry during the road trip. They stopped at convenience stores several times and all she ate were either fruit tarts or berry pies. "Ok. But we have to go shopping after breakfast before we visit the amusement parks. I have a lot on my bucket list." Eager dainty hands rubbed in anticipation. The trio agreed. Impatient to start with their activities. Thank God or she would have dragged them both by their ears. They went to the closest McDonald''s - Beau again ate five hot apple pies with vani ice cream- then they visited the shopping district. The girls and she knew they stink and they needed a change of clothes. Thedy owner almost had a heart attack when they entered one of the expensive shops in Orange County in their pajamas. But one look at their ck cards had put her worries to rest, assuring her that they were not juveniles. Or maybe they were. Who the fuck cares? In under two hours, they had everything they needed. New cell phones and three brand new DSLRs. Plus tons of cut off shorts and t-shirts. They were dressed like any tourist. Disnend will be their bed of oysters. They had at least a few days to make the most of it before her brother found them. ______________ Dominic A throbbing headache the size of Texas was bothering him, making him clench his jaw. Fucking massive migraine from all the mundane business deals. He wanted this over and done with. "How much do you propose, De Silva?" "Fifteen percent, tzar." The leader held his breath. Good. He had killed lesser men for demanding preposterous cut but since he was impatient and wanted this done yesterday... "Twelve and that''s final." Dominic''s hard gaze narrowed, daring the gang leader to protest. He was not feeling so magnanimous right now, he might still blow the fucker''s head off. De Silva slowly grinned in delight from the bargain, the tension in the room vanished just as quickly. Dominic calcted how much it will cost him. Bearable. Ok then. 11.2 million euros every week was nothing as long as his billions worth of shipments were safe. "As a token of my gratitude..." De Silva pped his hands and a horde of women approached them. Each and everyone was beautiful and lustrous but hell no. The Russian tzar dismissed them, ignoring their disappointed expression and waved them to Alec''s direction but his general shook his head as well. Was he missing something here? His friend never shunned from free eager pussies before. Just as well, he was eager to leave. Chapter 17 Hide And Seek Beau Chapter 17 Hide And Seek Beau The private pool in the vi was heaven. Refreshing. Lizzie has assured her soaking in the warm water all day was safe enough. Beau''s bullet wound has healed considerably but she was restricted from lifting anything that''s over two kilos. That''s bullshit. She only agreed to ease the doctor''s worry. Early morning, she took advantage of the gym''s amenities and it has done wonders for her recovery. A semnce of guilt was nagging at her conscience but she ced it at the back of her mind. Where it belonged. I bet you miss Dominic. Hell no! Why should she when she was enjoying herself? That traitor pear shade organ inside her chest constricted and she blinked rapidly. Hurt by her own words. The irrevocable truth was, she would have enjoyed this more if he was here with her. Spoiling her. Too bad, he''s not. Fuck it! Go away! She was steadfast in her decision and it had to be in her own terms. She wouldn''t renege on that. Lizzie and Dinara had been awesome girlfriends. They never judged her decisions and even supported her craziness. Shit! The trouble they had gotten themselves into because of her. Beau grimaced. She had to make sure her doctor will retain her job and Dinara''s bum will be spared or at the very least, she won''t be grounded for life. As for hers... Dominic would never hurt her physically. She can bet her genius brain on that. But he might kick her out of the house for the trouble she had put him through. His people will be in chaos, not to mention his parents...oh, fuck! It had been two days since their escape and they must be worried sick. Should one of them call and let Dinara''s parents know they were safe? She must talk to her girls. Yeah, in a short span of days, they had be besties for life. Can''t wait to introduce them to Lily. They would really click. "You should apply sunscreen, Beau," Lizzie called out, shielding her eyes from the re of the sun. She squinted her eyes at the shy doctor. Damn! She looked hot in her one-piece red bathing suit. Beau wondered if the good doctor was single. Dinara was a sworn tomboy, more interested in sports and guns but Lizzie was a silent, caring type. What''s her history? Swimming in her direction, she lifted her slender body out of the pool. Beau smiled in wee. Her stomach growled. Again. These stupid cravings were killing her. Lizzie handed her the sunblock lotion and she applied a generous amount all over her exposed skin. "Do you have a boyfriend or a lover?" Beau asked. Her friend coughed fitfully at the out of nowhere question. "What?" She gasped for breath. Lizzie shook her head and averted her gaze from her inquisitive brown eyes. "No time for that. I have a huge student loan to pay off." She frowned. Was that all? Beau made a mental note to pay her debts anonymously. That''s the least she could do for her friend. Besides, she had amassed a lot of money from her job and she didn''t even know what to do with it. She only had one sensible investment. Lily''s daughters'' future was secured. She''d made sure of that. "How old are you? You look too young to be a specialist." Lizzie blushed at her question. "24. I graduated early." She was impressed. They do have a lot inmon. Nodding in understanding. "I know the feeling. It happened to me, too. We pretend to fit in yet our brains are too big for the world." "Yeah. Dad was bankrupt because of his gambling problems. He died when I was ten. My mom remarried and well, life was not easy. I left them as soon as I turned 18." There was something in Lizzie''s far away expression that warned Beau there''s more to her story but she knew her friend needed time before she could share everything from her past. "I''m here for you, Liz. You can tell me anything. Anything at all." She smiled. Understanding the meaning behind Beau''s words. They hugged each other and giggled when they heard an off-key singing from their crazy friend. Dinara joined them, cocktails in a round tray, and lots of pastries. Plus buffet was being set up in one corner. She wondered if they have wagyu steak here and if the chef will cook it on site. "Why the long faces? Let''s party!" The overzealous teenager screamed, raising her arms in the air. Lizzie and Beau shook their heads, grinning. Party it is! Beau wanted the perfect steak and she would make sure she got what she wanted. Dominic She missed him. No matter how much she tried to convince herself. She really did. Sonofabitch! ____________ Alec He had never seen Dominic so angry and at the same time so fucking worried. Creases covered his forehead and his once stoic and smooth face was taut with tension. "Do your fucking job and find them. I''m paying you to give solutions not goddamn questions!" The poor cyberpunk quaked in his boots. Dominic''s loud voice boomed inside his office. The ce looked more like a kidnapped-for-ransom crisis center. Every gadget known to the police N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. force they had them. But none could locate their preciousdies. No enemy has contacted them for demands. They were going in blind. From the grilling investigation, their security teams were poisoned from something mixed with their food. None died, except for mild stomach flu thatsted the whole night. But the worse thing was, from the surveince videos they reviewed. The girls had escaped their guards and deliberately left home. When they arrived at the estate, everyone was on edge. Dominic couldn''t be reasoned with. The mafia king was firing and punishing their men left and right. The former tzar, Dominic''s father was dismayed by the event. He had lost his only daughter, his future daughter inw and their in-house doctor. His doctor. Yes, Lizzie Hope was his. He had imed her from the start. It was a subtle deration because he didn''t want his mother to find out and spook her, like what aunt Titiana had done to the new tzarina. Unconsciously, his hands clenched into fists. It''s been 48 hours. They had deliberately ced their selves in danger while the enemies were out there trying to finish the job. He should have known the sexy physician was as stubborn as hell. Well, at least they won''t have a boring married life. Alec mentally scoffed. No more games. When he got his hands on her... His perfect white teeth he was so proud of and added to the allure for thedies in his legendary career gnashed in frustration. He wanted her. Only her. And he was honest about it from the start. The fucking problem was she avoided him like he carried a viral disease. "Any updates from the banks about their card transactions?" Alec asked. Impatience must be a contagious thing. Waiting another day would be too much for him and his tzar. "They...the banks haven''t replied yet, general." One of the boys informed them but his digits were a blur on his keyboard typing codes furiously. "Fuck! That''s the way to find them. Call our banks and let the managers know I want to speak to them. I''ll fucking bomb their buildings if they don''t cooperate." Dominic growled. This doesn''t bode well if the tzar hasmanded. But damn it! Desperate times call for desperate measures. *** Fucking finally! They hit the motherload on the third day. One of the banks -not fromck of threat from Dominic''s part - gave aplete list of the girls'' card transactions and records. Lizzie...his doctor. Damn! It would be so hot to caress her ass cheeks after he spanked them raw. Chapter 18 The Private Party Dinara Chapter 18 The Private Party Dinara Third day at Disnend. And most probably thest. She had made sure to make it their best yet. Nothing would ever change. That Beau will be married to her brother soon was an irrevocable fact. She had denied it all the time, fought the idea tooth and nail yet her eyes and her bodynguage said otherwise. So what better time to n all of this than today? Away from the watchful eyes of Dinara''s father, her brother, and her cousin Alec. Innocent she might be, yet she was not. Long had she been influenced by inte porn sites. She had known what the fuss was all about. Though she hadn''tmitted the act, her mind and imagination were no longer pure like what the sisters at the convent in France might have believed. She smirked. Some of them were not either. This genius n was her most daring yet. A surprise adult theme party for Beau''s bachelorette with all the goodies that came with it. Money and google were her best friends. With the right search of people, she and Lizzie were able to make it happen. Everything was set for tonight. Well, except for the bride to be. They sent her to an errand while they executed their ns. The party was to start at 8 PM or as soon as Beau arrived. Dinara nced at Magic Mike''s best dancers. Damn! Smoking hot was an understatement. A cute, boy-next-door blondie with bulging biceps and washboard abs winked at her. Her lips lifted in a confident smile. But...hell, no. Not interested. She had a specific taste. She had always wanted what her mother and Beau possessed. Had always been captivated by the real bad-boy brooding types and he was not one. In fact, her dream boy was not amongst them. Yet... Hmmm, they were an impressive bunch if she said so herself. Tall, heavy muscled and as attractive as a big jar of melted chocte with strawberries and cream on the side. The three of them will enjoy watching the boys striptease. "Do you think she will like this?" Lizzie whispered nervously on her left ear. The mafia princess''s chin tilted in her direction. She frowned. Damn! The doctor was as naive as they medical field but her eyes... The depths of her hidden emotions were insane. This was definitely something to ponder onter. "Course she will. This is herst chance to see and cop-a-feel guys other than my brother. Beau wouldn''t miss this for the world." She nodded her head, agreeing with herself. Lizzie shrugged and raised her palms. A sign of acquiescence to her judgment. "It''s your call Arie." She grinned. Yes, it was. Lizzie grabbed her hand and pulled her near the arc made of pink and ck balloons. They both giggled at the custom made printed design. She''s a whiz. Long blond locks bounced gently, her head bobbing in excitement and approval. The heavily decorated area was softly lit with ck helium balloons floating everywhere. And there''s soft romantic music ying in the background to set the mood. Their male dancers in their ck silk boxers with polka dot bow ties. At one corner, all their favorite foods were set up in a buffet. Plus a huge chocte fountain. Perfect. "What the fuck..." Beau''s shocked face was a sight to behold. Her dainty jaw opened in astonishment at the newly decorated living room before her then she turned her attention to them. "Surprise!!!" Dinara and Lizzie screamed in unison. They rushed to her for a group hug, ced a tiara with Swarovski crystals on her head then yanked her to a beautifully decorated chair. "Shit! Dinara..." Her future sister inw was speechless, beautiful amber eyes wide as she gaped in fervor and dread around her. "Don''t...this is your bachelorette party. Celebrate and enjoy the night." Beau tried to get up but she red at her. "Your brother...if he finds out," Beau gulped the bubbly pink champagne handed to her by the doctor. Thetter drained her ss in one go, nervous as hell. "Which he won''t," Dinara said confidently. "Come on. Loosen up. You won''t have the same opportunity such as this one and you know it." Beau nibbled on her lower lips and her eyes were seriously calcting the consequences. After a few seconds, she nodded her head. Her smile turning into a full grin. "Let the party begin!" Dinara shrieked, utterly ted and one by one the sexy men danced before them. Lizzie and Beau giggled at her enthusiasm, cross-eyed, they watched the barely covered boys undting their bodies, their buff muscles bunching. Impressive. "Come on boys, show us more what you got." Dinara pped eagerly. Let the party begin. ____________ Dominic Fuck it! This stupid emotion will be the death of him Excitement was the most dominant of all. Although a part of him dreaded the reunion. What if his detka didn''t want him anymore? Damn shit! If he had to fuck some sense into her all night, he''ll do it! Provided she''s totally healed. He hated the thought of her even with the slightest difort. But if it was otherwise then he had no problem reminding her of who he was to her and of who she was to him. She was his and they were going to spend the rest of their lives together. There''s no fucking question about it. If she wanted grand gestures then she will have the grandest of all. "This is the hotel my detka and the girls are staying in?" He hissed. The ce was a security This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. nightmare. A lot of people from all walks of lifee in and out of the Disnend Resort. Disnend? Really? He didn''t peg his Beau to be a child at heart, nheless, if she had wanted to have fun in this type of environment he would have made it possible for her. What do you know about her asshole? He frowned. His conscience was right. He never took the time to know more about her except in the biblical sense. That will change. But damn! Those were hot sizzling fucking they did back then. And it''s a guaranteed sizzling hotter when he got her back. Provided she epted his ring. She fucking will. "Yes, tzar," his general answered with a big frown on his face. He went directly to the hotel''s check-in counter and used his charm to get more information. Anyone looking will mistakenly assume he''s rxed and easy-going. It''s a huge oversight. He knew exactly what Alec was feeling because it was exactly what he was feeling. Times ten. With his dark gray eyes impassively surveying the busy lobby around him, he tried to think of what to say to his baby. It was a good idea to rehearse. Dominic didn''t want to mess upter. There''s a lot of things to do with her and he knew what''s number 1 priority will be. His cock stirred from his active imagination. Shit! He hoped she''s fully healed. He was dying of blue balls for weeks. There''s no sense to self- pleasure and jack off and waste his cum on the bathroom floor. It has to be deep inside her. "Where is my tzarina?" Dominic growled between his gritted teeth when Alec came back with a grim expression. "Tzar..." He was hesitant to answer him but he knew there was no other way to break the news. "What?" The tzar loathed bad news. And if it''s bad then, there''s no time to dy. Shit! "Your woman and the girls have rented a private vi a few kilometers from here." His scowl deepened. That''s great news. It meant despite this idiotic incident, thedies had thought of their safety. But..."What?" "Umm, they are hosting an exclusive party right now." Alec shifted on his feet nervously and his hands were clenched tightly. Dominic knew he wouldn''t like the answer to his next question. "How exclusive?" There''s a barely contained menace in his soft deadly whisper. Chapter 19 On Your Belly The General Alec Mature Content 18+ Chapter 19 On Your Belly The General Alec Mature Content 18+ "Put me down!" The beautiful doctor tried to wiggle out of his hold. A useless feat. She was almost half his weight and half his whit at this point. Not a fucking chance. To let her know how angry and impatient he was, he smacked her soft ass cheek. The sound a balm to his restless soul. She immediately quieted down. "That''s only a taste of what''s toe, Dr. Hope," he promised in a hardened voice. What he felt next surprised him. It was so subtle but it''s there. She shivered delicately and he felt her inhale sharply. Prickly goosebumps on her arms and expose legs --an indication that she wanted what''s toe --craved it-- the punishment waiting for her. It''s about damn time! To his left, the tzar was having a heated argument with his woman and the mafia princess was being scolded within an inch of her life by Aunt Tatiana. Good. Ah, they have a few hours to spare. He knew Dominic and Beau will have a lot to talk about and will probably end up in the same situation as him and his girl. He wouldn''t miss this for the world. With his delicious cargo, he headed to one of the bedrooms on the second floor. "Where are you taking me, Alec?" She asked with an uneasy voice. Slightly slurred because of too many margaritas. Punishment would have to be served first and after that --he had special ns for them. It was way overdue. He kept quiet and nned. Ignoring her protests and curses, he upied the first empty room he found. Bingo! His hands automatically locked the door behind them and without preamble, he tossed his Lizzie on the feather-soft king size bed. She instinctively tried to get out of the wobbling mattress to put distance between them. He smirked when she lost her bnce and shended t on her back. That''s what he wanted. Later. Her current position will make it easier. She cursed at him again. Her eyes zing in outrage. "You can''t do this, Alec!" "I can and I will," he answered arrogantly, shrugging out of his ck leather jacket and he removing his holster with his Colt attached to it. In a practiced maneuver, before she can scramble out of the bed, he had her delectable body on his out of his firm hold. He groaned at the feel of her soft belly on the throbbing dick. Shit! Not yet. "Let me go, Alec," The doctor tried once more. Still breathless. He scoffed, knowing she couldn''t see. "Never, Lizzie. Be a good girl and let me." His whispery deep voice made her shiver. There''s a probable chance, she will regret this in the morning, however, he was 100 percent sure she wanted THIS as much as he did. Damn! The tiny skirt she was wearing left little to the imagination. It bunched on her rounded hips, leaving her cute behind with a tiny white silk thong uncovered. Peaches and cream. Yum! With trembling fingers, he gently caressed the exposed flushed skin. His girl stiffened at his touch and tried to suppress her twitching but he caught on. Toote, honey. "Alec!" She whimpered then moaned. Incredibly aroused. A firm rough palm went down on her right asscheek making her curse in outrage. "Stay still honey or..." "Damn you, Alec!" She wailed. Squirming again. Fuck! She''s killing him. His palm went down twice more and he admired the red prints it had made on her smooth skin. With rough hands, he caressed the sting away. She squirmed once more and her belly pressed more firmly on his hard dick. His balls were so tight he felt like roaring. Soon. He promised himself. "Stop moving," he growled and held her more tightly. The control he was exerting to hold on to was at the end of its tether. She went absolutely still on hisp --finally realizing-- where half of her soft bodyid. "Breathe, honey. I promise you will enjoy your punishment." The throbbing erection in between hisp begged to be buried deep inside this woman. She had yed hard to get even though she wanted him too. No more. Tonight, was the time to finally im her. This erotic spanking has be a catalyst for what''s toe. "Count, honey." He hissed in excitement. Her skin was flushed and there''s a wet spot on the crotch of her thongs. Damn! "Do it now, Lizzie." "Fuck you, Alec!" Tough female. He grinned this time. Appreciating her tenacity. "Yes. We will do thatter, honey. But let''s get this over with first." "No!" "Really? Since you refuse to count, let''s make it 30 then?" "You are insane!" "Yes. I am crazy for you, doctor." She tilted her chin defiantly towards him. Fury and desire spitting from her eyes. Good! His doctor was not afraid of him. He wanted it that way forever. "I don''t understand you," Her beautiful green eyes were fathomless and filled with questions. "You do. Do you know why I''m pissed off and had to punish you?" She shook her head in confusion. Yeah, she really had no idea. "Lizzie Hope, you are mine and I hate it when you have an idiot, steroid overdosed dude, who was almost naked by the way, dancing so intimately with you!" She gasped and pinned him with her cat''s eyes. "None of your damn business, Alec." That''s definitely a wrong thing to say --a savage growl came out of his lips and spank her cute behind until both cheeks were red, ignoring her outbursts gradually turning to low whimpering moans. The anger spurring him had subsided --reced with burning lust. He hasn''t had another woman since he met her and blue balls had been his constant state whenever she was around. Tonight, that will change. He yanked the flimsy material covering her crotch. She was dripping anyway. And his cock was so hard he could cut ss. "Fuck you, Alec! It hurts." She cried and gave him her full weight. "I know, honey. Punishment is over. Let me make it up to you." He had to tend to her first before giving in to their needs. Gentlyying her face down on the soft bed, he kissed both her burning cheeks and left her to go to the bathroom. Since this was a hotel, there must be a generic lotion somewhere. His eyes scanned the open cabs. Found it! Time to take care of his doctor. She was in the same position when he returned. Good girl! He appreciated it that she didn''t do This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. anything further to aggravate him. "We have to go down." She mumbled on the pillows, her voice quivering. "No, we don''t. The tzar will be busy just as I am and wouldn''t want to be disturb." The soft bed dipped from his weight, she tried to get up, he pinned her down with his muscled forearm. "Stay still, doc." For once, she obeyed without question. Satisfied, he began to remove hisbat boots, loosened his shirt from his ck jeans, and unbuckled his belt. With practiced ease, he settled behind her, his hard thighs on either of her creamy and rounded ones. His heated gaze raked her back. The upper part still covered in her sorry excuse of a dress and the lower half bare for his hungry gaze, from the small of her back to the long sweep of her legs and every delectable inch in between. It would be so easy to pull his zipper down and impale his hard cock in her pink and moist pussy. What stopped him was her cute derriere --on fire from his punishment. He heaved a heavy sigh. Patience. He squirted the unscented lotion on the reddish splotch on her peaches and cream skin, she tried to protest, making him press his hand firmly on the curve of her ass. As tender as he could manage with his roughened palms, he spread the cold remedy. "Alec," Lizzie moaned. Hands clutching the bedsheets so tightly, it was in danger of ripping off. "Shhh, honey. I promise to make it all better." His breathing grew heavier and his voice deeper. One thing was for suree morning. Lizzie will be all his. "Alec..." It was a mere whisper, not of protest but of her underlying need for this. He needed her just as much...it was just that... "Lizzie. You are killing me, baby. Tell me the truth, onest chance. Do you want me?" Fuck! He should be canonized for this. He was no fucking saint, far from it. He should just take her. Lizzie''s arousal filled the air and he knew beyond a doubt she would be willing enough. For the first time in his life, Alec wanted to be chivalrous. Pussy! ying the fucking gentleman after all the pussies he had since he was 16. Lizzie was not another cunt he wanted to sink into to wet his cock. He wanted to keep her. Forever. She turned to face him slowly, her green depths searching his. Tentatively, she caressed his lean cheek. "I want you. Make me forget." Before she could finish her sentence, he was crushing his lips to hers. Kissing her hungrily. His tongue invading her sweet cavern. She was hot. And soft. So soft. Cupping her jaw, he angled his head so he could kiss her deeper. Her moans spurring him on. Her small hands raked his back, he groaned, broke their heated exchange, and removed his shirt. Hovering above her, her sweet body on the cloudy cushion, he watched her with hooded eyes. She was breathing deeply, her breasts heaving, mesmerizing him. Her hands syed on his chest, dainty fingers tangled on the mat of hair, caressing his taut muscles down to his abs. Back and forth. Alec closed his eyes, savoring her touch. "Lower." He whispered brokenly. Never had he been this aroused with a mere simple touch from a woman. At the tentative touch of her cup hands to his throbbing erection behind his jeans, he swore. Fuck! Wrong request. He gripped her hands and pinned them above her head. "Let me, Alec." Sheined, trying to escape from his firm hold. He can''t. He would lose control and he didn''t want to hurt her with rough fucking. "Later." He kissed her pout away while with one hand he ripped her silk dress. His darkened eyes feasted on her breasts, his mouth watered. The transparent material of her bra barely covered the soft and firm mounds and hard pink nipples. He scanned her dewy skin. Smooth and soft down to her shaved pussy. "Fuck! You are so beautiful, Lizzie." "Please," she whispered. Her cat''s eyes on his lips. Fuck it! He will take time exploring next time. Swallowing his curse, he got up from the bed and removed his pants and boxers, leaving him Her gaze reached his pulsing cock nestled on the thick bush at the apex and she gulped hard. Panic was written all over her face. He smirked. "Don''t worry, honey. It will fit perfectly." He murmured, settling his body on top of hers, his palm spreading her creamy thighs wider so he couldy in between. Beneath his hungry gaze, her pink nipples pebbled tightly. His lips curved. Bracing his arms on either side of her shoulders, he dipped his head and rained kisses on her dainty jaw down to her neck. Lizzie arched her back wanting more, murmuring her approval. Her warm skin touched his hard chest and he hissed in delight. He sucked her skin in response, marking her, his territory. Chapter 20 No Timid Girl Beau Chapter 20 No Timid Girl Beau She was definitely not enjoying the sight. She was not informed beforehand of the strippers'' presence and the supposed to be bachelorette''s party. She didn''t approve yet she also didn''t want to disappoint Dinara. The girl was Godsend. Always cheering her up. And the taste of freedom was heady. Not an ounce of regret was coursing through her. If ever there was, it was the thought of Dinara and Lizzie being punished because of her. She will fight Dominic tooth and nail for that. Oh yes, she will. If only he''ll show up. Except that she hadn''t seen him since he dragged her, caveman style and locked her inside her hotel room. That was fucking hours ago. Where did he go? Surely, he wouldn''t kill those entertainers. Right? Dominic may be dominant and arrogant but he was never a violent man. He had never raised his voice. Not even once. And he was always indulgent and amused towards her. Always...loving? Beau grimaced. He was not lovingst night. All he did was shove her in the room and left without a word. The sun had risen and she was dressed in her cut off shorts and a Micky mouse ck t-shirt ready to go home. Home. Where was home? To her cottage of course. It was so fucking confusing how her heart rebelled at the idea of leaving Dominic but... What does she really want? These past few days made her think. A lot. Her previous normal life was not that normal anymore. Her ns had ripples and undercurrents she had miscalcted. Falling in love was not part of the n and she had. She could never take it back. It fucking felt like drowning and she doesn''t appreciate it one bit. Where the hell was Dominic? They need to talk. Why was it so quiet? Her ears were buzzing from the silence. Last night was really a disaster. She knew Dinara was just trying to cheer her up and now the girl was N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. being punished within an inch of her life. Beau frowned. Of course, they wouldn''t hurt the Mafia princess. The most they could do was ground her for life or maybe transport her to the most isted convent. She must talk to Dominic about that. It was her fault anyway. And Lizzie. The doctor shouldn''t be held ountable. Several raps from her door made her jump from the bed. A few secondster, the door opened and Tatiana, Dominic''s mother, entered the room. Beau respected the elegant woman standing a few meters away from her. Her ssic beauty belied her true age. She looked more like Dinara''s eldest sister. Her blue-violet eyes reflected of kindness and honesty. And she betrayed her. The young genius ducked her head, ashamed of her actions. "Tatiana," she murmured. "Maman," Dominic''s mother corrected softly. "Um, maman...I''m sorry. It was all my fault." Admitting it to her gave her a sense of maturity. Beau squeaked when Tatiana closed the distance between them and enfolded her in a warm embrace. She sighed. Adoring the woman. This was the closest she could get for a motherly love. And she needed this. "My dear, the only thing I was mad from all of this is you and the girls didn''t consult me. I could have arranged a far better and safer get-away n for you." "What?" Was she hearing this correctly? Amused gaze met hers. Tatiana nodded. "I know my son is an idiot and you were trying to make a stand. I could have helped you. Now, don''t get me wrong, I''m still mad because Dinara hired those gigolos. You girls could have gotten hurt." That was also her pointst night. Beau was worried those men would take advantage of Dinara''s and Lizzie''s tipsiness. She made it a point to stay sober and observe. "I wanted to speak to Dominic today." She admitted reluctantly. Tatiana patted her hand reassuringly. "Let''s leave him to stew on his anger for now and talk instead. This is way overdue anyway. Come, let''s take a seat." They both upied the coffee table and face each other. Still a bit conscious, Beau squirmed in her cushion chair. "What do you what to talk about?" She asked. "You and my son. I know you love him and he is also madly in love with you." God! She didn''t expect Tatiana to be so direct. "Maman," she paused. How could she deny it? "This too happened to me before. Uncertainties, denials, and hesitations are all part of love. For me, I denied myself. I did all I can to evade the inevitable. Much good it did me. I was t on my back in a few weeks and gave birth to Dominic nine months after." The elegant beauty smiled at the memories. "What I am trying to say is, I understand you, Beau. My son may be an idiot for not telling you how he feels but please give it a chance. Don''t walk away and regret it after." "I...he didn''t even look at mest night." She answered. To be honest, it hurt. She was really looking forward to their reunion. "He was just jealous. Men do stupid things when in love." She giggled. Hearing that, Beau smiled for the first time sincest night. "So what do I do now? What will happen to Dinara and Lizzie?" "With my daughter, I''m still trying to negotiate with my husband. As for Lizzie, I think she is quite upied right now." She smirked, glee in her eyes. Chapter 21 Idiocy Dominic Chapter 21 Idiocy Dominic His mother was right. Shit! Maman was always right. Though he loathed the tongueshing he received earlier this evening, everything made sense. Leaving his detkast 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 bastardsst 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 sumbed 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 ce. The former mafia king was right. Again. Fuck! An apology and a verbal deration. 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 particr which came first. Did she eat the dinner he sent to her? He hoped so. She will need the energy. ncing 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 Owned by N?velDrama.Org. 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 stered 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 mming, guns cocking, and hurried footsteps was running towards his voice. A few minutester, his general and Dr. Hope appeared. "What happened, Mr. Vasiliy?" The doctor asked. With Beau still in his arms, he entered their bedroom andid his precious detka on the bed. He hovered while Dr. Hope checked her vital signs. ncing 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 ncing 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 shoulde to in a few minutes." She took a sample of blood. In an hour or two they will know for sure. The medicalb 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 upant. "Moya Lyubov?" He sat beside her and took herx 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. Chapter 22 Results Beau Chapter 22 Results Beau "I am the Mafia King," Dominic announced in a clear slightly ented diction. Every muscle and sinew pressed to her was stiff. She stared at him. Politely waiting for him to say more. And waited. Their master suite was so silent, she can hear them both breathing deeply. "And?" She asked, couldn''t stand the silence anymore. Giddy from his deration of love earlier, though tinged with a hint of dominance, her world was filled with rainbows. "I rule the underworld of gangsters you were working with." He hesitantly continued. "I may be dangerous but not to you. Never to you." He said in earnest, his gray orbs shing, a hint of fear reflecting. Fear of losing her. She wanted tough at the ridiculousness of it all. Her whole life revolved around dangerous men. And the love of her life was the dangerous of all. But not to her. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. "Shhh, I know." Pressing her finger to his fleshy lips to stop whatever he wanted to add. "I love you and nothing..." She stopped. The room was spinning once more. Something sour and bile was trying to fill her mouth. Yuck. "Bathroom." Dominic was cursing the air blue and carried her straight to the toilet just in time for her to heave. Her stomach was churning something fierce and she was trying to catch her breath. Losing whatever contents she had on her belly. She moaned in objection and signaled for him to wait outside, not keen for him to see her like this. " Detka," he ignored herpletely. Muttering endearments in Russian, he gathered her hair in a messy bun with one hand and gently soothe her back with the other. "I should call the doctor back." Worryced his gruff voice. It was incredible she had solved Riemann''s Hypothesis and Fermat''s theorem when she was in kindergarten without batting an eysh and yet she couldn''t even calcte her menstrual cycle. She was fuckingte for 6 weeks. And she knew why. "I...I just need a minute." How to tell him? On wobbly legs, with his help, he guided her to the elegant marbled sink. She nced at her reflection. Her nose wrinkled. Bluish cast graced and surrounded her tired eyes, her lips and cheeks were extremely pale and her hair was in disarray. What a beauty, she thought in disgust. Sshing her face with lukewarm warm and brushing her teeth, she tried to think of a way to break the news to the man hovering protectively behind her. "Marry me." Beau nearly choked on her toothbrush. She hurriedly rinsed her mouth and faced him. "You are asking me to marry you, here, when I''ve just puke my guts out?" Not to mention she stank. "Yes. Here and now. You have never looked so beautiful to me and I couldn''t wait any longer." He was very serious. To watched him, a powerful man, practically begging was kind of hot and heady. "I want a simple ceremony." She blurted out, tired of rationalizing everything. "Done." Her eyes widened. Dominic was removing his suit, discarding his tie and tossing it somewhere behind him. "I want to get my stuff at the cottage." Her eyes were glued to his elegant fingers unbuttoning his pristine shirt. "Today." He promised. "I want Dinara at the wedding and she will not be shipped to a convent in France." The tzar shrugged out of his shirt. She licked her lips, loving his gleaming muscles. The deep V pointing down to his crotch was enticing. "Maman is already working on it." His gray eyes were roaming her flushed features, knowing his effect on her. Damn hormones. "I want to be your partner in the truest sense. You will not keep me in the dark. I am an adult and I know when it''s safe or not." She struggled to get the words out. It had been too long. No pun intended. Her gaze went to his noticeable bulge. "Up to a point. You will know everything about my world but I will also make sure you are always safe. I can''t lose you, detka. You have to understand that." She nodded, agreeing. Knowing she will have enough on her te in a few months. What else? "And you will stay faithful to me until death do us part or I will cut your balls off." "God. I am so fucking in love with you and couldn''t even look at another woman. It will always be you. Only you. Anything else?" Every word was a pledge in itself. He was steadily cutting the distance between them, ready to gather her in his arms. Her raised palms stopped him for a moment. "I''m pregnant." Stunned silence. She watched several expressions registered on his face. From desire to shock to love and happiness. "Fuck, yes! I knew it. " He swooped her up in his arms and roared hisughter. Beau shrieked, giggling. This was the happiest day of her life. ______________ The Enemy Antoine Lemonte He couldn''t be hiding anymore. He had to face The Butcher and Alec at some point. Staring outside the window, he was calcting the risk of going back to San Francisco. He will have to have some leverage. And money. How? Chapter 23 Euphoria Lizzie Hope Chapter 23 Euphoria Lizzie Hope Lizzie Hope "I guess Beau is ok. They won''t be needing us tonight." She squeezed Alec''s hand and smirked. Based on the soundsing from the ensuite bathroom, the mafia couple was oblivious to the outside world. A good thing they have the whole wing for themselves. - More, Dominic! Oh, God. Yes! - - Fuck! You''re so wet, detka. So tight! - Groans and moans can be heard even from the hallway. Lizzie giggled. A rare one for her. It seemed her life was brighter since joining this household. She left the result of the blood test on the bedside table. They will congratte the couple tomorrow. The general encircled her waist and guided her out of the room. "Maybe we could get busy as well, honey. The tzar interrupted us earlier." "Is that all you can think of?" She swatted his hands away from her butt. His caresses were distracting her. "Yes, doc. You are all I can think of." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Lips curved in a gentle smile. Why does he have to be so damn sexy? N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. It was impossible to deny him. She was addicted to him too. "I want to soak in a bath, Alec. You can join me if you want." She walked past him with her nose in the air, two steps and she ended up in his arms. "Not so fast, doc." Her slender arms encircled his neck, nipping his ear, she whispered, "Do you want me to wash every inch of you, Alec?" He groaned at her suggestive tone, juggled her more firmly in his arms, he hurriedly retired to their own suite of rooms. This will be another long night. *** "Here are your prenatal vitamins, Beau. Make sure you take them every morning. It will lessen your nausea. And eat whatever you want. Lots of milk and fresh juices, ok? No more alcohol. Not even champagne." In her doctor zone, she rapped off instructions to her friend, trying to ignore the fact Beau was seated cozily on the tzar''sp. The man still made her nervous. It was like walking on a lion''s den times ten. Thankfully Alec and Dinara were also in the room. "What about sex? It is safe?" Dominic asked bluntly. Beau pped his arm, eyes shing, cheeks rosy from embarrassment. The doctor was blushing too and Dinara was making gagging sounds. "Yes. It is. Up until it''s no longerfortable for Beau." She mumbled. - She was a doctor for christ''s sake! - Ok. Back to business. "We can schedule an ultrasound tomorrow at the hospital.." She stopped when her employer raised his hand. "Alec, have the equipment installed today." His general nodded and pulled out his phone. "Your parents and mine would want to be here when that happens." Beau rolled her eyes. "By the way, Liz, why did I faint yesterday? Am I still anemic?" The doctor shook her head yes. "Apparently, you are. We just have to make sure to increase your red blood cells. I will give you something for that. I highly rmend more meat, ok?" Dinara giggled. Lizzie realized what she said and groaned. Pointedly, she warned her friend. Dominic and Alec looked smug. This was not going right. The new tzarina grinned. "Don''t worry, doc. Dominic will make sure I will have all the fresh meat I can get." Alec tried not to choke on hisughter while Dominic was looking besotted and a rare soft smile was directed to his fiancee. Lizzie Hope looked at the ceiling. - Oh, God. Take me, please? - ____________ Dominic Like a man surveying his Midas of gold, he scanned his library cum office. Basically, headquarters for him and his detka. Tworge antique desks nked at its center. His, filled with documents while Beau''s was filled with her gadgets. As promised, all her things were brought from her cottage. His lips curve, remembering her excitement. Enjoying the view with fondness in his gray orbs. She was typing away on herputer. Not just a His tzarina exined it was her invention. The Beau system she called it. Apparently, she owned the most advanced software in the world. Her excitement was contagious when she exined everything to him. Sharing all of her secrets. A genius, that''s what she was. He had never been more proud of her. Dominic was one lucky bastard. Beauty, brains, and heart of gold. All his. "I want to show you something," she looked up. Eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Hmmm, should I locked the door, baby?" He arched his brow. She rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I''m serious, Dominic. This is a different something. Come here." He loved it when she''s bossy. Gets to him every time, making his dick stir. Later. Eager to be close to her, he leaned his hips on her desk, his fingersbing and twirling her hair. She has a pillbox on her and his eyes immediately went to the huge stone sparkling on her left hand. Damn! The heirloom looked so good on her. "The ring fits you perfectly." "It does. I love it. Now, I have something for you." She opened a small box and two very tiny looking brown pill was securely nestled inside. "What is this, detka?" He asked. Curious. He watched in fascination at the blush forming on her cheeks. Tracing her smooth skin, he waited. "I...um...I invented this a long time ago. Before, I began my ounting business. I thought I could use this during my business deals but since I started anonymously and no one knew who I really was at that time, this gadget kind of slipped from my mind." She gulped. Still uncertain. "And you want to give this to me?" Beyond please, he smiled. "What can this tiny pill do." "It''s not just a pill. It''s connected here, " she pointed to herputer, her invention the Pentagon would be jealous of. "Give me your left wrist." He readily surrendered it. Fascinated when she pressed the almost invisible gadget on his wrist. It looked like a tiny mole. Beau type some codes and a beeping sound registered. Hearing his pulse, blood pressure, and breathing on the speakers attached to theputer, his eyes widened. "Look here." She tapped on the screen. He frowned. There was an advanced map of GPS shing his exact location. "This is connected to my server. And no, this is not to spy on you. I know you will never cheat on me. Your life is always at risk, my love. And you constantly travel for your business deals or whatever. I just want to know where you are so that when you need reinforcement, I can send it to you right away. Will you do this for me?" In earnest, pleading for him to agree. How could he deny his pregnant woman? Anything she wanted, he will make sure to provide. Smiling, he leaned and captured her sweet lips. "Anything, moya lyubov." He indulged her. "Thank you! And also this is voice-activated. You canmand your car virtually. I willplete the instation today. The other one is for Alec. And I am also duplicating several ones for me and our baby. Your parents and Dinara will also wear one. And also Nanny Sandri and Lizzie..." He shook his head, eyes narrowed in warning. Chapter 24 Mexican Cartel Dominic Chapter 24 Mexican Cartel Dominic Leaving his detka to hunt his remaining enemies was difficult for him. The only sce was the enhanced Bluetooth device attached to the tracker she provided him. They canmunicate with each other anytime without the risk of the battery running out. Amazing woman. And he thought this type of high-tech, Scienceb invention was only done in movies. They justnded in Mexico City and he was about to meet the new Mexican Cartel leader. Rumored to be almost as dangerous, but like him, a man of his word. Mentally nodding in approval, nevertheless, he had to remain extra alert. In a few minutes, his assessment of the man would determine if he had changed much over the years. Ever cautious, he sent his men ahead to secure the perimeter. Snipers and hardenedbatants in ce. Alec exited the private jet first, ck shades covering his eyes from thete morning re, he scanned his open surroundings for a few munites. Satisfied, he nodded and stepped aside to let Dominic thru. Dominic scoffed at his friend''s overzealous security protocol. "I am The Butcher, not some bimbo, Alec." He walked past him. His general chuckled. "I have to be thorough, my friend. The tzarina will have my head if something happens to you." When Alec put it that way, it should irritate him but all he felt was tion. Some fantastic woman, waiting for him back home was possessively and exuberantly concerned for his safety. "Let''s hope Rafael Montero had forgotten the time I socked his pretty face." Alec murmured, smirking, remembering their good old days. Though his face was stoic, unreadable, lips t, his gray eyes sparkled with amusement. "He would have improved his fighting skills by now, Alec." Dominic surmised. He had every faith in his general with his hand to handbat and yet he knew for sure that Rafael, a cartel leader, was just as deadly. "Keep our men alert, we don''t know if he has changed that much. He might be working with the traitors for all we know." Though he doubted it. His general nodded and opened the door on the bulletproof SUV for his tzar, joining him a few seconds *** Unsurprisingly, the additional security sent by Rafael escorted them to the Eastside of Pnco, Mexico City. They stopped at a heavily guarded townhouse and again Alec stepped out of the car first to scan their surroundings, Dominic trusted him and his men to have the area ensured of their safety. The world he was lording it was a very dangerous ce to live. Alliances formed and changed with a blink of an eye. By this time, hisposure marked him to being the deadliest mafia king. When he stepped out of the car, dangerous aura proceeded him. Face impassive, posture stiff and authoritarian. The weight of his knives and Glock concealed at the lining of his coat was familiar. Thick and heavy anticipation filled the air around them. Devoid of any expression, Dominic watched the maning to meet them. The usual prowling, stalking strides perfected by such predators, and leaders like them apparent. As impressive as the Mafia tzar, tall and tan, heavily muscled, upromising perfectly sculpted body and face, clothed elegantly in all ck Armani, like recognized like. The clear hazel eyes told as much. Leaders both. Dominic shook the hands of the man before him. Firm and steady. Good. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. "Wee to my humble abode, tzar," Rafael intoned, he inclined his head to Alec. "And I see you brought along your ancient wingman." His dark brown eyes gleamed with amusement. "I''ll show you old, Raf," Alec growled mockingly. Rafael chuckled and pped Alec''s back none too gently. "Come along. It''s been too long since we shared a drink." The modern style townhouse they entered was quite impressive. Their host guided them to his domain. His second inmand, his younger cousin Arturo joined them, inclining his head in respect to Dominic. Settling their tall frames on dark, luxurious, leather couches, they remained silent, reserved, and waited for their expensive drinks served. Rafael raised his crystal ss in a salute and sip appreciatively. Dominic murmured his approval. The guy smuggled the best whiskey. As much as he enjoyed good alcohol, he came here for one thing. He cleared his throat. The cartel leader gave him his attention. "I want to know where the assassin is." No need to borate. They knew why he was here. The rxed air about them faded away, reced again by tension. "I want him, too," Rafael answered. His gaze just as hard. Upromising. Almost challenging. Everyone was quiet, waiting. If this had happened before Dominic met Beau, both leaders would already be at each other''s throats. However, the mafia king could feel the restraint for violence holding him back. Fuck! He was getting soft. "I will kill him, Rafael. Out of respect for your territory and our friendship, I had to pass by here and tell you. My surveince team knows his location, though it''s heavily guarded, I can guarantee you, we will burn that hideout to the ground before sunset." He held up his hand to halt whatever the cartel leader had to say. Didn''t they know he was always two steps ahead? "Now tell me. Why?" Rafael looked at him seriously. Lips pressed in a thin line. Memories of the past easily reflected on his darkened gaze. "For revenge, tzar. It was something I promise myself I would do. You can torture him all you want. What I want is for him to see my face before I cut his throat." Pain. Too much pain easily read. Chapter 25 Snaring Beau Chapter 25 Snaring Beau And to think she was cursing her gift a few years back. Now, she was thanking the man above. She shouldn''t be this nervous, surely, Dominic had done dangerous things before. He was the mafia king for God''s sake. Her stomach lurched at the thought. "This algorithm is urate, right?" It was a good diversion as any. Dinara''s piqued curiosity made Beau''s anxiety vanished. For a time. "Yes. As you can see, I''ve set up instructions and forms that take an input, A, and provide an output, B, that changes the data involved if movements are detected. We got all 1 thousand square meters covered. I have also hacked NASA''s satellite station. And look," She pointed out detailed surveince of the target area. Movements of people inside the perimeter were seen milling about. Mostly men with guns. People inside their homes visible through thermal scans. Blue-violet eyes widened with excitement and awe. "You really are a genius, sis," Dinara uttered. She shrugged her shoulders at thepliment. "It is a child''s y for me. I had this all figured out since I was a teenager. I''m d it''s of use now." "And we can use this anywhere in the world?" "Yes. Anywhere in the world." The genius ountant murmured back absentmindedly, upied with the gueris, Dominic''s enemies. Her number one priority was to keep him safe. It doesn''t matter if he had done this several times. He had toe home with not so much as a scratch. "By the way, Beau. Are you hungry? Maman said to make sure you eat anything you want." Her family was really something. This unborn child will be smothered with love when hees out. "Yeah. I want a blueberry cheesecake. I don''t want it baked. I hate the smell of the oven and order everything on the Chinese menu." Beau answered softly. She really adored her sister-inw. And the feeling was mutual. Dinara nodded and left the library silently. Happy to please. She watched Dominic''s energetic sister go then went back to work. Beau''s eyes were glued to the screen. Any moment now, Dominic''s battle-ready men will have the area surrounded, On the ground, she saw movements inside the 10x10 bunker. Based on the thermal impression, it was going downward. It was an underground tunnel. Shit! She doesn''t have to be a genius to know what Owned by N?velDrama.Org. was happening. They were escaping. Someone must have tipped them off. Dominic''s party was in motion yet a few minutes away. ETA should be 10 minutes and the enemies would be long gone. Dominic has to know. Opening their privatems... "Detka," "They are escaping." She hissed. No time for niceties. "There''s an underground tunnel at a bunker south of the property. And someone must have tipped him off. Be careful." Dominic growled savagely and begun to give out orders to Alec. Breathe bated, she watched their every movement on the screen. SUVs were elerated and guns were being primed. "We are almost at the property, Beau." "Yes. I can see you. Take care. I will be your eyes and ears." Knowing what was about to happen made her frustrated. She had never felt so inadequate. What else could she do? It was a sure bet those people will have their escape covered to a tee. Possibly even a ne waiting for them. Triangtion analysis. Yes! With her resources, she would be able to pinpoint their enemy''s destination. Eyes locked on the screen, hands dancing on the keyboard, she began to type codes, rapidly essing the world''s advanced GPS. Perfectly arched brows scrunched in concentration, she was mentally tracing measurement of a series territory, especially southeast of the area. Measuring the length of one side of each triangle and deducing its angles and the length of the other two sides by observation from this baseline. And she hit enter. Beau was right there was a private ne waiting at a private tarmac. A clear picture of where they were headed shown on the screen. Stunned speechless. Her whole body stilled. San Francisco, CA The enemies had one goal. "Dominic,e home now." __________________ Alec Fuck! No one could be trusted outside their circle. Someone from the Mexican Cartel must be a rat. How else could Antoine Lemonte know? There was not much to do when they arrived at the scene. He volunteered to stay behind and sweep the area. Prisoners were taken and interviewed. Mostly locals. And mostly afraid. Not much came out of it. A fucking waste of time! Dominic, the Mafia King was long gone. As soon as they realized the danger, he convinced his tzar to go back to his fiancee right away. From distance, Alec saw the leader of the cartel addressing his men. Good. He would never be effective if his men can''t be trusted. The general knew for a fact he was right. For some reason, Dominic and he actually trusted Rafael Montero. Even when they were young, the man had guts and he was honorable. True to his word. But he had to clean up his ranks or he will be dead before he reached thirty. Alec''s eyes narrowed, the cartel''s second inmand was walking towards him. Now, that man can''t be trusted. His deep brown eyes had a hard glint and it held too many secrets. "Alec," he murmured in a greeting. "Arturo," If he wanted something he would have to try harder. Alec decided - and as per Dominic''s instructions- to tell them no more than what was necessary. The tzar announced he was leaving and their n waspromised. That was it. They were answerable to no one. Least of all to the man standing a few feet from Alec. "Do you know who the rat might be?" You Face unreadable, Alec looked him directly in the eyes. "We will. Soon." And left Arturo standing alone not giving him the chance to say anything more. Alec hated fools. Chapter 26 The Calm Beau Chapter 26 The Calm Beau She was waiting for Dominic to join her in the library. His ne had justnded and he had assured her he will go straight home. Agitated, her mind kept running around with ideas. A full migraine attack brewing. What more could she do? The assassin had one goal it seemed. To bring Dominic down by killing her. And she was his Achilles heel. Knowing her husband-to-be, he will put her above anything first. And he would even sacrifice his life for her. No! She won''t let him and she will do whatever was necessary to keep him safe. It was her duty. It was also her duty to keep herself and her unborn baby alive. She was Dominic''s anchor. He could never live without her. Beau was one hundred percent sure of that fact. So what more could she do? "Why aren''t you in bed, detka?" She gasped. He''s back! "Dominic!" Ignoring his censorious voice, she ran to him and jumped in his arms. Taking a deep breath of his masculine scent, one that never failed to soothe her. And crave him. He caught her with a growl and held her securely. She wrapped her arms and legs around his hard body. Holding her firmly, he exited the library and climbed the stairs to their master bedroom. Her face buried on his neck, she sighed deeply. Beau loved him so much. And she was willing to do anything for him. Anything. There was so much to do but tonight all she wanted was to be filled by him. Loved by him. Mature Content 18+ She felt the soft mattress hit her back. Good! This was exactly what they both needed right now. "Dominic, " she whispered and gaze up at him. His beautiful eyes filled with lust and love. "Detka," he groaned. "Take off your clothes." Her voice was a bit shaky, her body arching in an invitation, offering herself. "Fuck!" His hissed. Arousal was radiating off of him and she could clearly see his hard cock outlined beneath his dark pants. "This will be quick. Then we will fuck slowly the second time. "Hmmm, yes." She moaned. Watching him undress and reveal his defined and hard muscles was really a turn on. His arms, broad shoulders, his washboard abs, and 6 pack, and his deep V begged for her lips. And when her brown eyes reached his thick and long cock, she opened her legs in invitation. "Undress me." She beckoned. His gray eyes narrowed and he climbed their bed, settling in between her spread thighs. "Dominic, please." He didn''t answer. He just took both her wrist in one of his hands and pulled them away, shoving them above her and pinning them against the intricate leather headboard. Then his empty hand grabbed the sleeve of her dress and jerked it down, causing the dress'' top half to slip down at an angle, releasing her ample breasts. Cool air swirled over the mounds, brushing at the sheen of sweat coating them. It rolled over her engorged nipples, making them tingle. Releasing her sleeve his hand covered one of her breasts, his palm hot against her flesh as it ttened the nipple under it, his fingers squeezing hungrily. "Fuck! I''m so hungry for you, detka." "Oh, God! Yes. Dominic." Beau moaned in pleasure. She loved his dominance. Her whole upper torso bowed pushing her swollen mounds into his hand and mouth. "Fuck, baby," Dominic mumbled on her needy flesh. Cupping the mound more firmly, he lowered his mouth to her nipple, his lips locking around it. Suckling on the bud, he swiped his tongue back and forth while his fingers squeezed the pliant flesh. She whimpered, her back arching higher, her body offering herself to him. One of his hands reached between them and unceremoniously yanked her silk panties. It tore without much resistance. While he continued suckling and licking her nipple, his hips were shifting between her legs, his cockhead rubbing at her sex, pressing at her slit, rubbing against her clit. As it swiped down to her opening her hips tilted, lifting her ass off the bed in a reflexive attempt to make him enter her. "Please," she whimpered, so needy and so eager for him to fuck her. "Yes!" His cockhead settled at her opening her hips lifted higher, pushing her sex onto him. At the same time, his hips dropped, pushing his entire cock into her in one forceful thrust. Beau sobbed her pleasure. He was so deep inside her. Her fires roaring up as his thick throbbing cock filled her pussy. Knowing her body, her wants, he suckled firmly on her swollen nipple, he started pumping himself in and out of her. Pulling back, he withdrew all but his cockhead from her then shot his hips forward, driving himself back into her. Hard and fast. After a few times, he pulled his mouth from her flesh and raised up. His stormy gray eyes hotly surveying where they were intimately joined. Releasing her wrists, he set his hands on the soft pillows cushioning her head. His rhythm became smooth, his hips pistoning back and forth. His other hand remained on her breast, his fingers squeezing and molding the int mound. Whimpering, she brought her freed hands up to his shoulders, her fingers scratching on his skin, clinging in desperation. Shey there, being thoroughly possessed. His powerful thrusts shoving her ass down into the downy thick mattress, making her body rock. The top half of her dress was askew and her unmolested breast rolled fluidly with her body''s motion, her engorged nipple standing proud, waiting for his attention. The bottom of her nightdress was bunched on her hips. Her calves supported by his broad shoulders. And the wet pping sounds echoed up from between them as he fucked her, his cock driving in and out of her wet pussy. "You like my cock filling you, don''t you, detka?!" Dominic growled down at her. "Oh, God. Yes. Only you." she panted, her body trembling with the sound of his words. The repeated, primal thrusts of his manhood so deep inside her. She supposed this was what they refer to as pregnancy hormones. The way it was affecting her, it was making her so hot, so lustful. She loved Dominic so much. Both his gentle and rough lovemaking. But there was something about the roughness of their lust tonight. His harshness was so primal, his dirtynguage was fueling her arousal This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. to previously unknown heights, making her fingers w at his shoulders. "Yes. You look so beautiful with my cock buried so deep inside you, baby," he groaned, his cock pounding into her, making her body shudder beneath him and her breasts bounced deliciously. In and out he pumped himself, driving his every thick inch of his wet rod into her. His hands went back to her breast, thumbs flicking her hard nipple, fingers squeezing, molding her pliant flesh. She was so close. Her orgasm on edge, ready to burst. "Dominic, my love. So close." she whimpered his name like a prayer.emerging from the dancing mes. Her head was thrashing on the pillows, her hair on disarray. Eyes tightly shut from bliss. Lifting her undting ass, sliding her pussy onto his cock as he drove it into her. "Such a good girl. My detka." He growled, the force of his thrusts building in response. The realization of how her body''s act behind his statement only fueled the lust rolling through her and brought her orgasm forward. Unraveling from the depths of her soul, her fingers clutched at his shoulders, leaving imprints and her hips lifted up faster, harder, meeting every inch of him. His swollen cockhead was hitting her fleshy spot with precision. "Oh, yes. I''m going to fill you, baby," he groaned, his cock driving into her again and again. Beau cried out, her moans of bliss-filled their bedroom. The wet sounds of their mating fueling Dominic. In and out his cock pumped, up and down her hips rocked. Her tight pussy sliding onto his manhood. Her fingers gripped his hair, scratching his scalp. He groaned and bent to suck her nipples, one after the other. Chapter 27 Brewing Dominic Chapter 27 Brewing Dominic Beauty Grace Anderson Vasiliy. All of his vast properties. His wealth. His empire had her name on it. The papers were finalized and signed as soon as he entered his home office. She was his world. The only woman he had allowed in his heart. She owned him. The unborn child Owned by N?velDrama.Org. growing inside her was proof of that. His ns should not have loopholes or else... Clenching his hands, his gaze roamed the domain he now shared with Beau. No. Losing her would never happen. Dominic left her sleeping soundly on their bed. He had exhausted her. Good. She needed all the rest she could get after indulgingst night. It was almost mid-afternoon and he was waiting for Rafael Montero to arrive. He was still skeptical if he could trust the man. Though his instinct told him to, he couldn''t take the risk. Not with his detka''s life at stake. The Mexican Cartel leader will have to share everything there was to know about him before he could fully trust the man. Only then could Dominic decide. What happened yesterday was a fucking setback that should never be repeated. The mole had to be terminated before they could proceed with their ns. Firm taps on the door brought him back from his musings. "Enter." "Tzar," Alec, his general inclined his head. And he was followed by a guest. No one else. "Please. Make yourselffortable." Dominic gestured to the cushion seat in front of him. Alec went to a sideboard and poured them a drink. Rafael took his poison with a murmur of thanks and Dominic sipped his. "I understand you need me here." His guest stated, breaking the silence. "Why do you want to kill Antoine Lemonte as bad as I do?" No used beating around the bush. He needed answers. Rafael''s whole body became tensed and rigid. A pained expression filled his dark eyes. "It''s a long story." Dominic shrugged. "We have a few hours to kill." He hoped Beau was sleeping soundly. He had a feeling the story he was about to hear was gruesome and he didn''t want his detka to hear it. "I was thirteen when Antoine joined our household. My father saw the potential in him and he wanted to train him to be a sniper,ter on, amander. And the old man did." There was far away look in Rafael''s eyes, remembering. "He was a few years older than me, about my sister age. At first, everything was going smoothly. As I grow older and began my own training, I saw something in him shifted. Although he was apetentmander, he grew distant from us. Later, I found out he was in love with my sister but she doesn''t return his feelings. Maria fell in love with her music teacher. Since my father doted on her, he didn''t protest much. He consented to a marriage between them. Maybe because he also wanted a normal life for her. Away from the violence and shit." Dominic watched him took a deep breath. "Until that day..." He paused. "Her wedding day. I was eighteen and my father made an announcement and dered he was retiring and would want me to take over the family business. It was predestined and it was no surprise. What we didn''t foresee was Antoine''s reaction. He and my father had an argument. Since my father practically treated him like a son, he thought he would inherit. After their heated exchange, he walked away. And my father let him. It was the biggest mistake of our lives." Rafael got up and refilled his ss. The room was so quiet. They waited for him to continue with his tale. "A few monthster, we found my sister, who was very pregnant, and her husband dead in their house in Texas. Tortured and massacred. An initial police investigation was made but we made our own investigation. That was the first raid I handled. We found the gang responsible and killed every one of them but not before someone confessed that they were working for someone. A leader. They called him The Assassin. We didn''t believe it. My father only knew of one assassin and she was retired. Although she was a deadly professional in her lengthy career, she had never resorted to hurting innocent people. So, it only meant there was a new breed of a hired killer on the loose in our world." Dominic and Alec knew who the former assassin Rafael was referring to. And it''s true SHE would never do those things and she had long retired. More than two decades in fact. "We searched and kept searching, turned every stone but we found nothing. My father became impatient and he went deeper into the underworld and announced he would be paying $100 million to whoever will bring us The Assassin. He found Antoine, he had formed his own gang. A small one but gaining status. The man my father treated as his son volunteered. And we were gullible. We were fooled!" Rafaelughed bitterly. "A few dayster he called. Informing us he found our enemy. He and his men will bring him to us. Trusting him, we prepared the money and granted him ess to our He was pacing now. Edgy. He was reliving the moment. "Did you know I had a younger sister? She was so innocent and sweet. We all adored her. She was the baby of the family." Dominic''s stomach clenched. Had. He knew what wasing. "He double-crossed us. For revenge, he tortured me and my father." Rafael removed his suit and he unbuttoned his dress shirt. Underneath his tattoos, he had scars, from bullet wounds and knives, they were faintly noticeable but if one would look closely... "These were nothing to me. The real torture was when he made us watch him rape my 15-year-old sister and mother. And then his men took their turns. They both died after. Antoine shot my father in the head, me on my chest several times. That was his fatal mistake. He should have gone for the head and made sure he had killed me properly." Fuck! More reasons to hunt theirmon enemy. Beau, his family, and his household were his to protect. "It took me a year to emerge from myatose state. Another two to fully recover. And several years to build my empire back. By then, my men and I lost any trace of Antoine. Though I had personally hunted and killed every one of his men." His lips curled in a snarl. "He was the only one left. I had been searching for him. I never lost hope. Until someone tipped his return to Mexico. Now, you know why I want him so bad." He took a huge gulp of whiskey. Then he began to dress. Silence reigned once more. "Once we have him, I give you my word, he is yours to kill," Dominic uttered, surprising himself. He shrugged. So long as they get rid of that cocksucker, he was content. "That is all I ever want, tzar," Rafael answered. Grateful. "But I want the traitor in your midst killed." Fuck! Dominic hated moles and rats. "Yes. You have my word. I''ll have enough evidence in an hour or two then he will be killed." "Good. Be ready. As soon as you kill him, we are going to hunt The Underworld." A few hours to prepare. That will be enough. "You are going to need me then, my love. I''ll have all the information you need in a few minutes then we can go." A familiar sassy voice spoke from the doorway. Damn! His detka. This was the worst timing ever. And the answer was an absolute NO. *** "Please, baby. You shouldn''t be so stressed about this. Alec and I will be just fine. And I still have this." Dominic pointed at his wrist. "You can still monitor me from our office." They shouldn''t be having this argument. He didn''t want her upset. After introducing her to Rafael, the men bowed and left them alone, sensing what wasing. "But...I''ll be in the car the whole time. Monitoring the area closer would be very beneficial. And...and...I could track him right away if he escapes." Fuck! He closed his eyes tightly so he wouldn''t see her pout and her pleading eyes. No! Pulling her to hisp, he buried his nose on her neck. Breathing deeply to control his temper. "Please, moya lyubov, I want you and our baby safe. It would kill me if something happens to you." His voice was hoarse from emotion. Especially, from what he had learned of Rafael''s history. He and Alec were very much affected. Dominic was an effective leader because he was deadly. But only to his enemies. And he had never hurt innocent women and children. Ever. "My love," she cupped his face. Her beautiful brown eyes softened. Beau knew. She heard everything. "Ok. You win. But please promise me you will be extra careful, Dom." Thank you, God! "Thank you, detka. I will. I promise. After this, we''ll go anywhere you want. Just the two of us, ok?" He kissed her softly, tightening his embrace. She nodded and deepened the kiss, surrounding his neck with her arms and pressing her breasts to his chest. Damn pregnancy hormones. He loved it. "Europe. I want to visit Lily, my older sister." She murmured on his lips. "And we will." He wished they had more time but the cartel''s leader will be back soon. "What do you think of Rafael Montero?" Beau shrugged, reached inside his side drawer, and handed him a thick folder. "These are medical reports of a gruesome massacre eight years ago from the FBI secure server in El Paso, Texas. I also dug this from Mexico''s crimeb. He was telling the truth. And actually, he was already pronounced dead when the police arrived at the crime scene. I believe your friend was brought to a secret hideout to recuperate. That''s why ourmon enemy was not able to finish the job. And finally, I have records of his dealings from the streets'' CCTV cameras. He''s ruthless but he''s fair. You can trust him." Dominic gazed down at her in amazement. Fuck! She was really something. "And you found out all of this when?" She grinned and pecked his lips. "Yesterday, during your meeting in Mexico. And..." She held up her finger. Reaching for another folder, she pulled one paper with numbers written on it. From closer inspection, there were ount numbers and huge amounts of cash deposited to a certain bank in Mexico. "He is your traitor." She tapped her finger on the one name that was encircled. "He was the only member receiving a steady flow of ie outside Mexico from thest five days." Arturo Montero. The Mexican Cartel''smander. Rafael''s cousin. Alec''s instinct was proven right. *** Torture Scene 18+ Please be guided "Rafael," Dominic greeted him but his eyes were glued to the man tied from the ceiling. Naked. Battered and bruise. Chapter 28 The Storm Dinara Chapter 28 The Storm Dinara She had to do this. It was a risk she could take for Beau. Whatever information she gleaned from him, she would share it with her brother right away. This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. Despite her bravado, she trembled. Questioning if she was doing the right thing. Danger lurked in the shadows. Maman had always drilled in her head that predators dwelled in the darkness. It was midnight. She was waiting at the estate''s perimeter for half an hour and growing restless. Anytime she will be found by Dominic''s security. Why did Arturo want to meet here? His letter was vague. All it said was he had something very important to tell her. About Beau''s enemy. Why did her sister have enemies? She was an angel and as harmless as a person could be. Dinara was a whole lot dangerouspared to her. She was trained very well by her maman. Knives were her specialty. And she was holding one right now. One wrong move from the Mexicanmander and he''s dead. "Brrrr...its getting cold!" Where the fuck was he? "Mafia princess," She twirled around and came face to face with an unfamiliar balding middle-aged man. She palmed her knife and rxed her stance. "Not even the slightest movement, princess. We wouldn''t want to ruin your Mickey mouse shirt." Dinara nced at her chest. A red beam was pointed on her. Some fucking hitman had her in his sight. "Where is Arturo?" Her voice was hard. Not a hint of fearced it. "He''spromised. Maybe dead." Now was the time to be afraid. She had just helped organize her own kidnapping. And their Mexican guest was a spy for the enemy. Their loyal men were constantly patrolling if she kept stalling this one, they were bound to find her. "I know what you are thinking, princess. It''s wise toe with me instead of Antoine Lemonte. You wouldn''t want to know what he will do to you. What Samuel and I want is money. After that, you are free to go." He was lying. They would never free her once they got their hands on her. She would rather take her chances. What happened next was a blur, she crouched down and shed the man''s calf with her sharp knife but the sniper shot her shoulder and she hit her head on something hard. It fucking hurts! This was a stupid idea overall. Her head was vibrating from the impact and she felt blood soaking her cute Mickey Mouse shirt. Her vision cked and she was lost. Stupid stupid Dinara. _______________ Beau Fuck! She was nervous. And Lizzie was wringing her hands and tapping her foot. Both of them looking at several screens, monitoring their men. Bulletproof SUVs were cruising around San Francisco despite the hour. Stopping at warehouses on docksides and dubious buildings heavily armed with men one only saw in gangster movies. Thankfully none of the bosses was brave enough to tangle with The Butcher and the Cartel Leader. All willing to provide information. It was midnight. There were supposed to be in bed. Yet Dominic and his men, including Rafael Montero was hunting. And she was their virtual eyes and ears. Dr. Lizzie Hope was on standby just in case someone from their team got injured. "If Alec got so much as a scratch on him..." Her friend muttered, her green eyes shing. "He can take care of himself, Liz. Stop pacing. You are making me dizzy." Beau jested. Her thick sses perched on her slender nose, she squinted at the screen. An old habit. She scowled. The team had stopped on an imposing building. Men were quickly moving in position. "There are five armed men on the first floor, my love. Same number on the second and third floors. The rest of the building is clear. Three moving bodies at the top. Be careful." "Copy, detka." She could hear and see them silentlymunicating and she continued to scan the building for booby traps. If there was a bomb somewhere she could stop it remotely. Beau had never been so grateful for her abilities. She could do this. "You can enter the building anytime. No decoys or bombs in ce." "Thanks, my love." Once the snipers were strategically in ce, Dominic and his men, trained elite force stormed the facility. Fires and gunshots everywhere. Grunts and groans, filled with pain were easily heard. Enemies were writhing on the floor. She held her breath. Watching everything unfold before her. Praying to every god known to men Dominic and his men won''t get hurt. "First, second, and the third floor cleared. We are going to the top. Snipers, cover the rooftop. Shoot anyone that moves not from our side." Reaching thest floor where the man Dominic was searching for was located, they crouched down. The room sitting at the east corner was made of thick ss. She was guessing it was bulletproof too. With a silencer, someone from their team shot the heavily tinted door. It didn''t do anything. She would need the building''s software mainframe to unlock the doors. "Alec, find me aputer that''s working. I will unlock the doors from the inside. The thick fiberss is bulletproof, you won''t be able to shatter it." "On it, tzarina." She waited for the general while he retrieved aptop from a nearby office station and nodded approvingly. "Can you see the tiny numbers written on the button at your wrist?" He nodded. "Open a browser and type it and hit search." Beau was typing furiously on herputer. Reconfiguring the software through the IP address sent to her. Searching, she found the passwords for the electronically locked doors. Bingo! "It''s done, Dominic." She announced breathlessly. Screams and shouts reverberated as they barged in the main office. The noise was drowned by a sting stereo. What the...! An old, balding, very naked man was caught on a threesome with budding pornstars. Obviously, flying high with cocaine, the women stared lustfully at the armed men filling the room. She could see Dominic''s and Rafael''s lips curled in disgust and Alec was busy strangling the naked boss. "Send the women home and put Samuel in the trunk. Let''s go home." Beau gave a huge sighed of relief. They were going home. But what about Antoine Lemonte? Hopefully, they would get more information from that Samuel guy. *** Feeling a bit rxed, she waited for Dominic to join her in their bedroom. She knew he was somewhere on their property interrogating the prisoner. It was dawn and the sun was about to peak at the horizon. It''s been hours since thest time they saw and held each other. Fuck! This pregnancy was making her clingy. Chapter 29 Dead Man Walking The Enemy Antoine Lemonte Chapter 29 Dead Man Walking The Enemy Antoine Lemonte He was cleverer than most men and he knew it. Dinara Vasiliy. She was on her way to him. Or she will once this was over. A bit damaged but he didn''t care. He licked his lips in anticipation. His next mission. Money. Lots of it. And of course, the new tzarina. But he was hesitant over executing the rest of his ns. Dominic''s bitch might prove to be a handful while the mafia princess was as sweet as theye. The anticipation was killing him. Nevertheless, he had to wait for the perfect timing. Jordan had the girl hidden somewhere. Antoine will give her time to heal before he trained her to be his perfect ve. His cellphone vibrated and he checked who was trying to call him. Ahh. Speaking of Jordan. "Antoine, we have the girl at the safe house." "Good. Set up the camera. It''s time to y with the Russian tzar." He knew the Vasiliys had no choice but to give in to his demands or they would be witnessing him This content ? N?v/elDr(a)m/a.Org. defile their precious princess. He had always preferred them young. The younger the better. As soon as the camera was on, his eyes were glued to sleeping beauty. Good. Someone had tended to the bullet wound on her shoulder. He smirked. Defiant little minx. He would enjoy breaking her in. In every possible way. "It''s ready, boss." "Start recording." He''d be a billionaire in a few hours. _______________ Dominic What had transpired at the prison''s cell left a bitter taste in his mouth. Samuel Grant had been at one time one of his father''s trusted men. Even made him one of Dominic''s godfathers. Money was the root of it all. He became greedy and it was his downfall. Before he killed the old bastard, he made a lengthy confession to him and his father. The millions he had stolen, how their group hired Antoine to kill Beau. And how they had paid the fucking bastard time and again to do whatever needs to be done to finish the job. No one was able to control Dominic after that. How he wished he could have killed the man over and over again. Fuck! It was dawn and the sun was rising. Rafael and his men were resting at the barracks and he and Alec and his father were on their way home. Just a few hours of sleep holding his detka then they''d be prowling the streets of San Francisco once more. To find and kill Antoine Lemonte. They had enough information to eventually locate him. Beau would know what to do. His tzarina was really amazing. A true partner. With her by his side, they would be unstoppable. Dominic closed his eyes briefly. Almost home. The tension that had almost left him from the anticipation of seeing Beau went back in spades. He knew something was terribly wrong as soon as they stepped out of the car. Sobbing. Deep wails of anguished. His detka. Motherfucker! To this date, he had never seen his detka cry. She was tough at hiding her emotions. Losing patience, he lengthened his strides and found her slumped at the foot of the stairs, his mother was crying with her. His stomach roiled and he heard his father growl. Each one of them had their women cradled in their arms in a heartbeat. "Detka, my love." He whispered on her fragrant hair. She was trembling in his arms. "Dominic, it''s my fault." She sobbed helplessly. Her strength had significantly dwindled and she sagged against him. "Talk to me." He saw his mother whispering in anguish to his dad. "They took Dinara and it''s my fault." His heart clenched at her words. He held her tighter seeking sce. For the first time in his life, he felt like crying with his woman. But he kept it together. He was the Mafia tzar. He would do what he does best and find his baby sister. ncing down at his dekta, he willed her to stop crying. She only sobbed harder. And she was shaking. This wouldn''t do. His eyes found Alec and Dr. Hope. Both were holding unto each other. "Do you have something to rx Beau? This is not good for the baby." "Yes, tzar. Let''s go to the clinic." "Alec round up our men. We are going to find our sister." He strolled to the doctor''s clinic with his precious baby girl in his arms. Still weeping hysterically. Fuck it! Clinging to him, she protested when he was about toy her on the bed. "Dominic," she whispered. Her arms tightened on his neck. "Shhh, baby. Let''s make sure you and our baby are alright." He kissed her forehead andid on the bed with her. Combing her hair gently, he nodded to the doctor. "This is just to put her to sleep while I check the fetus, tzar. This will also calm her." He nodded. Trusting Alec''s woman. Beau''s sobs turned to soft whimpers and she steadily grew heavy in his arms. He closed his eyes. d he could do this to her. Hearing a deep whooshing sound, like a beat of a pulse underwater, he opened his stormy grays. His baby. Dr. Hope nodded reassuringly. "He is healthy." Dominic slowly disengaged from his detka''s embrace and gently pressed his lips to her temple. "He?" The doctor shook her head yes. Eyes soft. Fondly assessing the baby''s heartbeat. "Yes. Beau would always refer to your baby as HE. She kept telling me, she knew it will be a boy. We will know for sure in the second trimester." God! Now she was in pain because she thought it was her fault Dinara was gone. It was not anyone''s fault but Antoine. "Please stay with her until I get back?" "I will, tzar. Go and find my best friend." *** "y it." A package was dropped by a boy at the gates of their estate. They tried to question him but he knew nothing. He was paid by a friend of a friend and he did his job. Dinara''s kidnapper was trying to be clever. Let''s see. ''Dominic Vasiliy, mafia king. Not feeling so powerful now, eh?'' They couldn''t see anyone on the video except his sister Dinara, unconscious, covered in bandages on the bed. Her face was shrouded by her blond hair but they knew it was her. ''Rafael, hermano, I know you are listening. And I know you are working with The Butcher. I will do to her what I did to our sisters.'' Dominic was breathing deeply. And the vein in his temple was throbbing. His hands were clenched so tightly. Chapter 30 Princess Dinara Chapter 30 Princess Dinara Where am I? Feeling like her head was splitting in two, she groaned. She tried to shift to lessen the ache. It was no use. Everywhere hurt. Especially her shoulder. Think! She couldn''t. Her mind was nked. So nked. Something was telling her, this was bad. Wherever she was. It was bad. She had to go back to her family. Who were her family? Her blue-violet eyes opened and her lips twisted. ncing around, she tried to remember where she was. This was some kind of a warehouse. She was on a small cot, IV inserted in the back of her left hand and she was in a Mickey Mouse shirt with bandages underneath. The room she was in was small and poorly lit. She was a captive. Someone took her from her family. Again, who was her family? Fear made her hyperventte. I don''t remember anything. *** It was evening when she came to. Her room was very dark, only a reflection of lights from the street can be seen from a small window. No one came to her. No one offered food or water. On wobbly legs, she tried to get up. She was able to. It was a small victory. More alert, she nced at the window once more. Presumably, she was kidnapped, there was only one sensible thing to do. Escape. Go to the nearest police station and report herself missing. She snorted. She was one piece of work. Maman had always told her so. She was jolted from her musings. Who was maman? It was really frustrating her to no end. She would make sure to try harderter after she escaped this ce. *** She was being followed. Men. Two of them. She didn''t know she had skills, she was able to grab a gun from one of the guards and shot some of the men guarding the perimeters of the warehouse and she did it without batting an eysh despite her injuries. How to get rid of her tail? She was still hugging the shadows of the dockside, trying to look for the best ce to hide. She scanned her surroundings. Maria. That was the name written on a cargo vessel docked half a mile away. Okay. Think, girl! What else did maman teach you? Whoever she was, she had taught her a lot. Maybe she also knew how to swim. Let''s put that to the test. "Hey, stop!" She didn''t need to look back to check if those men were her captors. Without the slightest hesitation, she jumped in the frigid waters. It was clumsy and her body went deep. She peddled her legs and arms weakly, spreading back and forth under the water, bringing her back to the surface. I can swim. But her injured shoulder would not be able to hold on for too long. Shit! Then gunshots thundered in the distance. Holy shit! ____________ Dominic Beau gave them the exact location of where the enemies were keeping Dinara. It was a delipidated warehouse southwest of San Francisco Bay''s western edge, near the Golden Gate Bridge. A lot of legal and illegal activities circted around the area. His shipping line was among the bloodline of the docks and he was quite familiar with the ce. With night vision goggles, they slowly approach the building. "Everyone in ce?" "Yes, tzar." "Good." He raised his hand to signal his men. At the count of three. 3 2 1... Thergest of his men kicked the door open and in a practiced coordinated movement they had their guns pointed to the men inside the warehouse. "Drop your fucking weapons now!" Dominic growled. When one man hesitated, he unceremoniously shot him between his eyes. Dead in a heartbeat, he fell to the ground. "I won''t tell you again." He had his sights pinned to a familiar trembling man before him. Jordan. "Tzar, Samuel made me do it." "Samuel is dead. I skinned him alive. Exactly what I am going to do to you. Where is my sister?" His deep gravelly voice was harsh and promising death. "She...she is not here." He continued to back away from Dominic. "Search the area, Alec. Jordan and I will have a talk." "No!" He began to cry and tried to run away from Dominic. One of the men effortlessly caught him and brought him back." "Tzar, I''m telling you the truth, she''s not here." The mafia tzar prowled towards him, his favorite knife glinting. "Spread his hands on the table." "No!" Thrashing has done him nothing, the men tightened their hold. With a weapon so thin and sharp, it was so easy cutting his thumb and pointy finger. He screamed from the intense pain. "Where is my sister?" When no answer came, Dominic cut his middle and ring finger, the severed digits falling on the floor. "Nothing? You are tougher than Samuel. Remove his pants." "No...please...she escaped. Two of my men are following her. Please." Fuck! This was a fucking waste of time. His sister was out there. "Kill everyone. Bring Jordan to the prison. I''m not done with him. Alec, let''s go." Where are you Dinara? *** Dominic had always known his sister was tougher than she looked. The men she shot point-nk at the alley behind the warehouse was proof of that. They had taught her N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. well. Especially maman. She was kept on a shed behind the building and she had escaped through the small window. Good girl. But where could she be? He hoped she was on her way home. Beau and his mother would be happy to see her. Hoped bloomed in his chest. Nevertheless, they kept searching for the whole area. He had to be sure she was no longer here. After hours and hours of turning every stone and knocking on every door, still no signs of Dinara. "She might be on her way home," Alec muttered. Breathing in and out from exhaustion. He nodded. Agreeing. Though something was telling him otherwise. "Assign men on every street from here to leading home. Send her picture to their phones." "Yes, tzar." His general immediately began to make some phone calls while Dominic pressed his Bluetooth device hearing the iing beep. "Detka," "Dominic, we found Antoine Lemonte." She announced breathlessly. It was so fucking good to hear her voice, even better with positive news. "We are on our way home." He signaled Alec. Chapter 31 The Genius Beau Chapter 31 The Genius Beau She had to find Antoine Lemonte. It was her number one priority. They needed to get their lives back. Never had violence been an integral part of her life but for the family that had cared and epted her without question, she would be willing to kill anyone posing as a threat. People had beening in and out of their office. Dr. Hope was hovering nearby. And maman had been busy contacting people. Dominic''s father was preparing the ransom. One billion worth of gold bars and diamonds. Fucking asshole! The bastard was greedy. I will find you. Incited by pure determination, her fingers were a blur on her keyboard, eyes glued to the screen. She yed the audio louder, isting other sounds, all that remained was Antoine''s and his background. Hearing it initially, her conclusion was, he would be in an enclosed room. Minimizing the volume of his taunting nonsense, Beau concentrated in even more. And reyed the sound. A faint scratch of noise registered. It was a train passing by. She yed it again and counted. If he sent the video this morning then most probably it was recorded at dawn. Hacking the database for schedules for train stations, she began to cross-reference the time and routes. It should be between 2 AM and 5 AM. He was somewhere between mo and Van Ness. Think, Beau. think! She stopped and took a deep breath. ying the audio louder, she closed her eyes. There! It was definitely a ne. Most likely he had rented a private jet and it was hidden on an isted hanger. It was part of his escape n. San Francisco airport. It has a private take-off andnding field. And he thought he was clever. Huh! Not one man on this earth can beat her brains. Well, except for her baby boy growing in her belly. "I know where he is." Everyone stopped what they''re doing and turned to her. Waiting for her to speak. "Rafael, right?" The tall heavily muscled Mexican supermodel-look-a-like nodded his head. Pfft! Dominic was hotter. "Yes, Mrs. Vasiliy." Not in the mood to correct him, she just snorted. She won''t deny it either. "San Francisco airport. He must be on an isted hanger with his private jet. Since my husband is not here, we need to send men to scout the area. But they have to be very very quiet so they won''t spook him." "I will do it myself." Okay. It was a good idea. She knew the Cartel leader was eager for his pound of flesh. "Okay. Gather everyone. I will brief you on the critical points." He was reluctant to follow orders from a woman, he was looking at her so intently, jaw clenched. A few secondster, he barked orders to his men and they surrounded her table. Good. Maman moved closer and hugged her tightly. Even Lizzie joined them to seekfort. They can do this. ________________ Antoine Lemonte "Fr¨¨re," "Listen, I have a big investmenting in. I need your help." "How big?" "One billion worth of gold and diamonds." "Merde! How did youe by it?" "I kidnapped Dominic Vasiliy''s sister." "And I told you not get in any sort of trouble, petit fr¨¨re." N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner. "It''s the only way for us to lead the underworld. Once we have enough wealth, we can buy a country and build our own army." "It is still a lot of shitload for us. The Butcher will hound us to the ends of the earth." "He won''t. I n to marry Dinara Vasiliy and we can share her. I know you also have the hots for that bitch." "Hmmm, that''s something to look forward to. Where are you now?" "San Francisco Airport. I have a private jet ready. And I have a C130 for the cargo. The drop will be happening today. We will be rich, frere." "Do you need more men?" "No. I have enough. Just have our ce ready." "I will. See you, soon." "You will, frere." He omitted to tell his brother about Rafael Montero. He shrugged, he''d be long gone before his nemesis could catch him. Antoine had loved once. Maria. She betrayed him. And the man he looked up to and treated as his father had chosen a weak heir over him. He wanted to kill them all then and there. But he bided his time. Forming his own gang. During one of his arms deals, he found his older brother and they became a team. They had the brute force. What theycked was money. The 100 million they got from the Montero''s was long gone because of wrong business partners and bad investments. He and his brother will be filthy rich soon. Dialing another number, the phone rang several times before his call was picked up. "Jordan, bring Dinara here." "And the ransom?" "Don''t worry, you will have your share." I''ll kill you as soon as I get my hands on my ve. "Okay." The man''s voice quavered. Antoine frowned. "Has she regained consciousness?" "Not yet. What''s your location?" Could he trust this man to do the job? He had no choice. "Here''s my address." _________________ Mexican Cartel Rafael Montero One driving force had kept him sane all these years. Revenge. He lived and breathed for that one purpose. Kill Antoine Lemonte. Kill all those involved in the Montero massacre. Rafael''s heart and soul had long deserted him. After today, he no longer cared if he''d live or die. He had served his purpose. He would happily join his family in peace. From his scope, he could see about twenty men surrounding the area. All heavily armed. The coward bastard nowhere to be seen but the new tzarina assured them he has not left the premises. Still waiting for the mafia princess and her ransom. He and his men were less than a mile away from the private airfield where Antoine''s C1-30 was parked outside a hanger. His private jet must be hidden inside. Preparing his assault rifle, a handgun tucked inside his ck leather jacket, he waited for Dominic''s signal. ''We are moving in.'' Fucking about time! *** He was stealthily moving fast despite his size. With silencer on his rifle, he was shooting with precision at his enemies. He could hear them dropping on the cold concrete, bullets between their eyes. Chapter 32 Casualties Dominic Chapter 32 Casualties Dominic This fucking man saved his life. His friend jumped out of nowhere and intercepted the fucking bullet meant for him. The Cartel leader now had a fucking bullet wound in his ribcage, it went through and through and it was stuck in Dominic''s thigh. Still, he was grateful he lived. He couldn''t leave his beautiful detka just yet. Grunting from the irritating pain in his leg, he half crawled towards his friend''s bleeding body. They would make sure he''d live. Antoine Lemonte, sprawled on his back, his face nk and his brains sttered beneath him. He was only a few feet away, and Alec, Dominic''s general, smoking gun in hand was looking down at him in disgust. The tzar could hear sirens and cars screeching in the distance. Fuck! "It''s time to go, Alec." Both of them were injured from the st and Dominic had a bullet wound embedded in his left leg. He could deal with the pain. He couldn''t say the same for the man who saved him. He was barely breathing and his whole upper body was soaked in blood. They managed to carry Rafael''s heavily muscled physique out of the ce. "Burn the building," Alec instructed their men. They immediately emptied cans of kerosene and some went to gather the dead bodies. Two SUVs wereing their way and it was tantamount to a car racing. Whoever the driver was, he had no care for the speed limit. A few secondster, the driver was revealed. SHE had no care for the speed limit. "Oh, God, Dominic!" Beau''s eyes were round and she ran to him. "I told you to be fucking careful!" She shouted. Matching his strides walking towards the waiting vehicle. His father reached them first with his long strides and he helped them carry the dead weight. Dr. Lizzie Hope was already attending Rafael and checking his vitals. His detka was muttering hysterically and her face was ashen. Fuck! Nodding to one of his men to take his ce, he let them transport the Cartel Leader to the nearest car. Free from the burden, he pulled Beau in his arms and hugged her tightly. She sobbed and threw her arms around him. Cursing him in Russian. He loved it. "Let''s go home, moya lyubov." God, he was so grateful he was alive. He was back where he belonged. *** "Fucking hold still Dominic or I swear to God..!" No use in agitating his detka even more. With hooded eyes, he watched her tend to him with trembling hands. "I told you not a scratched. Now you go home to me... He let her sweet voice, throwing expletives at him and sermonising him within an inch of his life, wash over him. It was good to be home. It was easy to dig the bullet out since it was embedded less than an inch. And most of his wounds from the st were superficial. Thanked God they were able to jump for cover when Antoine hurled the grenade at them. Beau was almost done sewing the small incision on his limb. Good. He has ns. "How''s Rafael doing?" In the meantime, he had to distract himself from the enticing sight of his detka kneeling in between his knees. Fuck! He had missed her hot mouth on his cock. "Lizzie has yet toe out of the operating room. But it looks promising. From an initial CT scan, there were no internal organs damaged, only a nick in his liver. We just have to watch out for infection." She whispered. Her voice was grainy. Dominic frowned. Beau wouldn''t look at him and her head was bent. Whateverscivious thoughts he was having vanished. "Baby," he uttered tenderly and lift her chin with two fingers. His detka was crying silently. The sight was even more painful than a bullet wound. "Dominic," she hugged his waist and sobbed on hisp. His gut clenched. "I thought I lost you." Her voice was muffled yet he could hear her clearly. "I had it under control, baby. Alec had my back and Rafael took the bullet meant for me." Trying to reason out at the state she was in was useless. He gathered her in his arms and carried her up the stairs, away from so many eyes hovering over them. He could hear his maman clucking her disapproval but his father took her away. "Your wound," she squirmed, trying to get down. "Stay still so I won''t feel the pain, detka." He admonished. Those words halted her movements right away. Entering their master suite, he led them straight to the bathroom. "What are you doing?" She asked incredulously. cing her before him, he trapped her before the marbled his and her counter. "You need to bath me, my love. I smell of smoke and gunpowder. I can''t move much with my stiff muscles." Yeah. Something was beginning to stiffen alright. It seemed there was only one thing to do to prove to his detka he was okay and every part of his body was functioning perfectly. "Oh, God. Here, let me help you." She uttered with concern. He tried to look innocent, face nd, and watch her nibble fingers. His lips curving when she peeled his damaged shirt slowly. "Urg, my pants too, baby." His voice became thicker. She didn''t notice because she again knelt before him and help his injured leg out of the damaged pants, then the other one. Her hands were soft and warm on his skin and his whole body tightened. "Are you sure it''s safe to shower with your wound still fresh?" "Yes, moya lyubov. And besides, you will take care of me." His detka was kept in dark of his ns. "Of course. Come on." Beau removed her pants and shirt, leaving her delectable body in a pair ofcy red underwear. Hmmm, sexy. Just like the first time they made love. Though this time, there was an adorable barely noticeable baby bump. His lust climbed to new heights. Mature Content 18+ Letting her lead him to stand under the lukewarm shower, he stood perfectly still and let her ponder to his senses. Her gentle hands washing his front carefully, soaping then rinsing his neck, bulging arms, and torso. When she reached his defined V, he held his breath. "Remove my boxers." And she did. His erection was pulsing and he almost jumped out of his skin when she cupped him and began to wash his rigid cock. Fuck! Beau''s warm and slippery hands were bliss but he didn''t want toe yet. His was woman breathing heavily and her eyes were glued to where her hands were. "My turn, detka." His hands halted her movements and he turned her so her back was facing his front. Fuck! He loved her lush asscheeks. Patience. Laving washcloth to create more bubbles, he began to rub her shoulder des, down to her smooth back, her pair of undies was stered to her charms and he knew it only added to her excitement. "It will feel better without your flimsy excuse of underwear in the way. Don''t you think so, detka?" He murmured on her nape and she moaned. "Yes," she sighed heavily. "Then why don''t we take it off and get it out of the way?" His teeth nibbled her ear. Not waiting for an answer. His hands fell at the top of her breasts to drop in between her mounds and undid the sp. Beau whimpered in anticipation. His hands were soon be manipting her breasts unhindered, she arched her body, encouraging. Dominic had to release his hold on her for a minute to tug her wet pair of panties, uncaring if he damaged the silk fabric. He heard her protest but she quieted when his hands went back to her luscious and sensitive breasts. Mashing her swollen nipples beneath his palms, cupping and squeezing her full mounds with renewed hunger, her head rested on his chest. Then he rolled her nipples between thumb and finger, tugging on them gently a few times before once more cupping her luscious mounds and firmly squeezing them. Every second that passed, his desire for his detka grew higher, being able to pleasure her gave him pleasure. Fanning both their mes higher and higher. Soon she was whimpering with each tweak, panting with every squeeze. Her fingers tensing and scraping his forearms, tugging as jolts of electricity shot through her nerves. "Feels good, doesn''t it?" His hot breath once more swirled in her ear. She arched her back slightly, jutting her chest out, pressing herself more firmly into his hands. "Oh, God, yes," she sighed. Fuck! He was so damn hard. "Yes, I know the pleasure you are feeling. How this turns you on and how your pussy is getting really wet. I bet it''s dripping with your juices." "Dominic." she whimpered. Her sweet ass grinding on his slippery length. "Why don''t we touch your pussy, detka. Let''s feel how wet you are." He knew he will be inside her soon. He just wanted to heighten her lust. For him. Guiding both of their hands down, eager fingers grazed her pussylips and they both groaned. Dominic was murmuring his appreciation. Kissing and sucking her neck. His free hand kept tweaking her hard nipples. She stood there, the warm water cascading over them and she let him do whatever he wanted. Surrendering herself to himpletely. He knew what she was feeling for he felt the same. He had given himself to herpletely. With her pussy glistening with her juices, her puffybia flowering open with her body''s need, he inserted his thick middle finger in her tight slit. Her walls clung to him and he pressed deeper. From beneath heavy eyelids, she looked down and groaned. Her thighs trapped his hand. "You have always been responsive for me, detka. Always." His hands continuing to knead and mold her full breasts. "See? You are almost ready toe for me." He added another finger stretching her slit, exploring it, feeling her juices coat his digits. Watching her on the brink of orgasm, his body raged with desire, his fires roared, spurring him on. His thumb tapped against her clit as it slid up and down through her wetness. Sighing needily Beau shifted back to rub her ass against Dominic''s bulging cock. "You are getting so hot. Ready toe on my fingers." He whispered. Beau moaned louder. "I need you inside me, Dominic. Please." For several long moments, he continued, letting her rub her ass against him, his cock riding in between her firm cheeks while he kept running his finger through her slit, mauling her breasts with increasing hunger. She closed her eyes in response to the waves of desire rolling through her. His control finally snap. He couldn''t take it anymore. "Bend over," Dominic instructed, his hands leaving her breasts to guide her. One held her waist while the other pressed on her shoulder. Owned by N?velDrama.Org. "Your wound..." She hesitated for a brief moment and tilted her face to look in his zing eyes. What she saw made her groan. "My cock hurts more than my wound. Now, bend over, detka. Let me love you." He growled when she did as told. Her silentpliance spurred him on. "Dominic," she whispered. "Yes, I''ll give you pleasure." He soothed. "I''m going to fuck you so good." "Yes, my love." Beau leaned on the expensive gold-trimmed ck tiles, her hands t, legs parted, exposing her raised buttocks to him and her swollen pussy lips. Then she waited, her sex glistening. She didn''t have to wait long. Palming her globes, he settled in between. His rod sawing back and forth. One of his hands settled on her hip, hot against her flesh. His thumb pressed into her asscheek. He guided his cock to her waiting pussy. Finding her opening, he pressed the tip into her. As he continued to push forward her heightened state of arousal allowed the majority of his cock to prate her easily. Then he stopped and pulled back, removing a couple of inches. When he slid forward again his entire length sunk into her and his crotch mashed against her ass. From out of nowhere that single, full pration sent an orgasm rocketing through her. "Fuck!" He gritted his teeth. He didn''t want this to end before it had begun. Her muscles clenched and spasmed. Her head rolled back and she was gasping for breath. Her eyes snapped shut. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" She cried out. Dominic grabbed onto her other hip and ground himself into her. The orgasmic tidal waves crashing through her body made them both moan again. Chapter 33 The Beginning Four Months Later Beau Chapter 33 The Beginning Four Months Later Beau "I won''t walk down the aisle until we found Dinara." Her chin was firmed and her brown eyes were shing. She had made her position on such touchy subject ages ago. "Okay, detka. You win. But you have to sign this." She narrowed her gaze at her fiance. Though it was no use calling him that, everyone took leave to address her Mrs. Vasiliy or tzarina. She let them be. She was enjoying it anyway but she wouldn''t admit it to the man towering over her with possessiveness. "What are these?" There were at least five copies of documents that he wanted her signature on. His jaw clenched and he refused to answer. "I just need your signature, detka. Don''t fight me on this one, please." "Okay. Then give me a copy so I can study whatever business proposal you have there." She held out her hand imperiously, the other one on her protruding stomach, gently caressing her kicking son. "This is not a business proposal." He mumbled. Though his gray gaze softened when he witnessed what she was doing. "Is he kicking again?" Despite her irritation, she smiled and nodded. Dominic had loved the times their baby made his presence known. He even gave some extra kicks upon hearing his father''s deep voice. Few things could delight them in this crazy world, this was one of them. "Yes. Here, feel." She rounded the desk, pushed him to his admiral chair, and inclined her back on its surface in front of him, her belly right on his face. Dominic grinned up at her and held her hips while he leaned forward and nuzzled her baby bump. Their son kicked once more. "Hey, there, sport. ying again?" He cooed. And the tiny precious baby boy somersaulted and dented the surface of her skin. "Oh, that''s a good one," Beau said. Abit winded. She grimaced. "Are you okay, moya lyubov?" Dominic asked. rmed. She nodded and sat on hisp instead. With her arms around his neck, she nted him a shrewd nce, daring him to lie to her. He snorted. "Now, tell me. Why do you want me to sign those papers you don''t want me to read?" "You are on your third trimester." He said matter of factly. As if she didn''t know. They continued to look at each other. Both gauging. "And?" She prodded. Her brow arching. "I want to legalize everything." God! Pulling teeth would be easier. Then it dawned on her. His defensive and short answers made sense. It didn''t take long for her to figure it out. Beau''s eyes squinted at the words on the front page. License. "It''s our marriage contract." She muttered. He sighed heavily and nodded. "Yes." "How where you able to solemnized it?" She was curious. Eying her cautiously, he cleared his throat. "One of my godfathers is a judge." "I see." And she did. She understood him perfectly. He just wanted her to be hispletely. In every way possible. But.."I want to do this right." "I know that, detka. Nothing would make me happier than to see you walk down the aisle in the whitest of white but finding my sister may not happen before our baby boy is born. And I''d be damned if I''d allow him, my heir, born outside of our marriage. I love you both so much, I just want..." "Then we say our vows, here." She interrupted. Startled, he looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. "I would love that." He answered in a hushed tone. Beau grinned. She really did have brilliant ideas. "Okay. Let''s see what you can do." "Is that a challenge, moya lyubov?" With his deep and gravelly voice, a promise of something more Owned by N?velDrama.Org. up model. "Yes." She was looking forward to it. Dominic''s gazed roamed her flushed face. Memorizing her anew. Deep inside her, she felt him. His love. Hismitment. "The first time I saw you at Euphoria, I knew then and there you were mine. I''ve felt it here," he grasped her hand, cing it over his thudding heart. Beau blinked her back tears. Hormones. Hello. "I didn''t care if I was the first in yours. I only care I would be thest. As you are in mine. The first and thest." He took a deep and shaky breath, his emotions, one he didn''t show to anyone except her, was reflected in his eyes. "I vow to protect you and cherish you. All my days, I will honor you, as my woman, my wife, the mother of my children. In the eyes of God and men, I bind my heart, body, and soul to you, Beauty Grace. Will you take me as your husband, to have and to hold, in sickness and health, for better or for worse, till death do us part?" Beau was shaking her head yes while tears were streaming down her cheeks. "Yes. I do." He was exceeding expectations. "Yes, I will honor you and love you and keep you. For all the days of my life. I''d bear your children and be the best wife and helpmate I could ever be." It may seem the most unconventional wedding vows anyone has ever made, the shortest version, but it''s theirs. From the heart. And she wouldn''t change it one bit. Smiling gloriously up at the most dangerous Mafia lord there was, she muttered, "Do I still have to ask you if you will take me as your wife?" The Novel will be updated first on this website. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!