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

Her eyes are still shut when I cross the distance between us. My hand snakes around her neck, and she stretches onto her toes.

I press my lips to her ear. "Where is he?" I close my eyes at the way my voice manages to crack with the pain I can't—won't—let her see.

"I don't know." She starts to shake her head, but stops when I squeeze.

Desire and anger brew a toxic cocktail in my gut. Her life is in my hands, and I'm not sure what I want to do with it. I could do what any other don would do in my stead. Or… I could do what I want.

She fights for a breath, but I only let up just enough for it to shudder through. Old instinct wars with new. Yet another problem I don't have the time to face.

CHAPTER 89