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

I drop Timofey's hand like it's on fire.


If the nurse notices, she doesn't say anything. Her face is a horrifying mask of neutrality. The kind of expression that says,"Don't panic, but also don't get your hopes up."I've seen it on the face of too many social workers to count during my life. Hell, I've worn that mask myself.


Ironically, it only ever opens a deep well of panic up at the very center of me.


My breathless question is drowned out by Timofey's command. "Tell me what is going on."


The woman's face sharpens slightly at his tone, but she's ever the professional. "You were both right to bring Benjamin in tonight."


"We don't need a gold star," Timofey growls. "Tell us what's wrong with him."


Her eyes narrow, but she continues on, voice gentle. "We ran some tests and it looks like Benjamin has a congenital heart defect."


CHAPTER 67