The Accountant

Chapter 22 Results Beau

"I am the Mafia King," Dominic announced in a clear slightly accented 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 declaration 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 flashing, a hint of fear Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

reflecting. Fear of losing her.

She wanted to laugh 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.

"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 her completely. 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."

Worry laced his gruff voice.

It was incredible she had solved Riemann's Hypothesis and Fermat's theorem when she was in

kindergarten without batting an eyelash and yet she couldn't even calculate her menstrual cycle. She

was fucking late 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 glanced 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.

Splashing 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 plate 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 his laughter. Beau shrieked, giggling.

This was the happiest day of her life.

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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 calculating the risk of going back to San Francisco. He will have to

have some leverage. And money. How?