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

The second my father walks into my office, he spins around, red-faced and spitting. "You had no fucking right to pull Rodion off the mission I had him on."


I knew this would come around to bite me; I just didn't expect it to be so soon. I never would have left Piper here alone if I suspected Sergey would charge in.


I close the door and step around him. "I had every right. He's my soldier."


"He was carrying out a high-risk hit for me," he argues. "You interrupted and put the entire thing in jeopardy. Just so you can talk to him about Emily's murder—again. It's reckless."


"What was reckless is sending Rodion out to kill your gambling buddy."


He hesitates for a second. The soldiers are mine to control, but Sergey has kept a hold on a few of them. He uses them for his own purposes from time to time, assuming I have no clue.


Idiot. Nothing happens in this Bratva that I don't know about.


CHAPTER 49