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 leave the hospital and take a taxi straight to the airport. The driver is a young guy with shaggy blond hair and a wispy goatee. "Are ya picking someone up?"

I blink away from the blur of buildings and people passing by the window. His brown eyes are framed in the rearview mirror. "What?"

"Are you picking someone up?" he repeats. "If you are, I can wait and drive you both wherever you're going."

I'm not sure if he's too young to realize that would be a terrible business decision for him or if he's trying to hit on me. I don't need to check my reflection to know I look haggard. My guess is it's the former.

It also occurs to me: I don't have any luggage. I forgot that detail in my rush to save lives.

"Thanks, but I'm actually catching a flight."

"You don't have any bags, though." He echoes my thoughts out loud, which is more irritating than it should be.

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