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 peer through the curtain down at the street below. In the heat of the afternoon, most people are off the streets. The shop on the corner has a "Closed" sign in the front window. Even the man with the rickshaw who has been preying on the hotel's guests relentlessly since I arrived has his feet kicked up on the dash and a hat pulled down low over his eyes.

"I don't think you were followed."

I turn back to the room and glance around. Piper is sitting on the edge of the sofa. Her elbows are on her knees, her back hunched. The shaft of light from the window angles across her face. When she looks over at me, she squints.

I drop the curtain and take a second for my eyes to adjust in the sudden darkness. "I don't see anything on the street, at least. If Kreshnik was going to attack, he would have. If you were involved, I assume you would have done something by now, too."

CHAPTER 103