Fredrick_Udele

The hottest man I’ve ever seen is now my new boss—
and I’m stuck in a house with him…
Until one of us cracks.

I’ve got debt—yeah, I know, so does everyone else on Planet Earth.
But the bills I’m paying keep my dad and my grandma alive.
So it’s pretty messed-up for Timofey Viktorov to use them as a threat to keep me under control.

Not that he cares.
As a billionaire CEO, he takes no prisoners in the boardroom.
And as the don of the Viktorov Bratva, he takes no prisoners in real life, either.

Which is why he has no qualms about extorting me into taking his deal.
Live in my mansion…
Care for my baby…
Or suffer the consequences.

But he’s not the only one with an agenda.
Timofey has skeletons in his closet—and I’m determined to dig them out.
He’s just as determined to keep me far away from the secrets of his past.

The longer I’m in his house, the tenser things get.
Every time we brush past each other in the hallway, something sparks.
Every time we cross paths in the night, the ice grows thinner.

Sooner or later, it’s going to crack.

Whiskey Poison

"Pavel was with him when I was grabbing the supplies." When he sees the look on Timofey's face, he continues, "But I'll go make sure he's not trying to feed him pieces of cereal again."


Akim skips around the corner with an undeserved pep in his step.


"You two are friends, but he's still afraid of you," I observe.


"Lovely thought," I mutter sarcastically. "You should have that engraved on your tombstone."


Without warning, Timofey whips around and turns the water off. He wraps a linen towel around my arm and directs me to the island.


His gentle touch is shocking enough that I don't resist. Not even when he grabs me around the waist and places me on the countertop.


"Take these." He folds two white pills into my hand.


"They're Tylenol, Piper. Just take them. You're going to be hurting a lot in a little while if you don't."


CHAPTER 32