Dominic
"Why do you have to come 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.
The GeneralAlecSonofabitch! 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 glad to let Dominic play with the fucker before he made good on his promise.The general's mind might be preoccupied with planning but his outer countenance remained stoic and observant. No emotions showed on his face.His concentration shif
Trigger WarningRated 18+Please be guided.DominicThe 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 relaxed. A thin superficial layer concealing the devil within. The one who enjoyed playing with the blood of the enemies."So, which one would like to go first?" His dark chuckles made all th
Dominic"You look like shit." He turned his head so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he had whiplash.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 bland, used to his sister's outrageous personality. He raised his stormy grays to her delicate beauty, blue-violet eyes flashing with concern met his and she flipped her palest of blond hair. "I am fairly s
Beau"Aren't you tired of sleeping? You should wake up. I want us to become 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 toher.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 an
BeauFuck!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 belladonna 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
DominicThis 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
BeauThe private pool in the villa 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 semblance of guilt was nagging at her conscience but she placed 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
DinaraThird day at Disneyland. And most probably the last. 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 body language said otherwise.So what better time to plan 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 internet porn sites. She had known what the fuss was all about.Though she hadn't committed the act, her mind and imagination were no longer pure like w
Dominic -One Year Later - December in San Francisco prevailed some semblance 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, were out of his reach. It had been hours. He scowled.How long does it take to get ready?He loathed
FourMonths LaterBeau"I won't walk down the aisle until we found Dinara." Her chin was firmed and her brown eyes were flashing. She had made her position on such a 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 figh
DominicThis 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 blank and his brains splattered 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
BeauShe 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 accepted her without question, she would be willing to kill anyone posing as a threat.People had been coming 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 played the audio louder, isolating other sounds, all that remained was Antoine's and his
DinaraWhere 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 blanked. So blanked.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. Glancing 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 smal
The EnemyAntoine LemonteHe 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 plans.Dominic's bitch might prove to be a handful while the mafia princess was as sweet as they come.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 b
DinaraShe 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.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 an
DominicBeauty 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 domain.She was his world. The only woman he had allowed in his heart. She owned him. The unborn child growing inside her was proof of that.His plans should not have loopholes or else...Clenching his hands, his gaze roamed the office 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.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 trust the man. Only then could Dominic decide.What happened yesterday was a fucking setback
BeauShe was waiting for Dominic to join her in the library. His plane had just landed 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 per