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

Between each blink and the next, my world shifts.

There is darkness and the woodsy, cinnamon scent I know as Timofey.

Then the world is rumbling beneath me. My cheek is pressed to smooth leather, and I hear Timofey's voice.

"Have a room ready the fucking second we get there," he growls.

A room?A torture chamber, he means. Maybe a prison cell.

I try to ask if we're in a car and where he is taking me. I'm not sure if my mouth even manages to form the words before it's black again.

Another blink and there is blinding light. It paints my eyelids white and prickles like static electricity across my skin.

I keep my eyes closed. Opening them is too difficult, anyway. They're heavy and I'm heavy. My limbs are weighted down, but I also feel like I'm floating.

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