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 didn't think smoking was allowed in hospitals." Akim leans through the door of the small waiting room and scans the ceiling, presumably for any signs of a smoke detector.

I tap my cigarette on the arm of the chair next to me. Ash and embers fall like dark snow into the only other chair. "Take a seat."

"You're chipper. I'm guessing I shouldn't mention that we don't usually bring the people we 'interrogate' to the hospital?" I glare up at him, and he holds his hands in surrender. "Don't kill the messenger."

"You have to deliver a message to be considered a messenger." I wave him on with my fourth cigarette in the last hour. "So fucking get on with it."

CHAPTER 91