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 stop pacing across the kitchen when I hear the front door open.


"Well?" Sergey calls. His voice echoes through the rooms that feel emptier now than ever before. I never noticed it before Piper—how abandoned the place feels without her. She brought warmth with her when she lived here. Now, it's cold and lifeless.


It doesn't help that I have no fucking idea who I can trust.


"In here." I move to the kitchen doorway.


Sergey walks past me, claiming a seat at the new island. "What's so important it couldn't wait until the morning?"


The moment the words are out of my mouth, he shakes his head and stands right back up. "Not this again, Timofey."


"I told you I was going to look into her murder."


"And I told you to let sleeping dogs lie!"


"Emily's murder never made any sense to me," I continue coolly. "Why would someone go after her and not me or you? The only person who ever made sense as her killer was Rodion."


CHAPTER 86