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

Sergey leans back on the sofa with a groan. When he meets my eyes again, he rolls his own. "Don't look at me like that. I made it here, didn't I?"


I gesture towards the setting sun. "Barely."


More important than this?What kind of father has more important shit than this?I want to ask. But that's whathewants. That's who he is to me right now—just "Sergey." Not my father.


I learned early on that the father who adopted me and the man who once ran the Viktorov Bratva are not one and the same. Sergey has sides to him, masks he puts on and takes off as it pleases him.


"We need to talk about how to handle the investigation," I say, shifting to the matter at hand.


"No, we don't," Sergey counters. "They don't have anything."


CHAPTER 40