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

Unfortunately, Sergey is unarmed. Unfortunate in the sense that it doesn't give me an excuse to slaughter him immediately.

He's standing purposefully under a streetlight, his hands limp at his sides. He's ditched his coat to show that his silhouette is weapons-free. As the one who taught me to shoot first and ask questions later, he wanted to make sure I didn't have a question to ask.

"Are you done poisoning my men against me?" I ask when we're still far enough apart for my voice to echo off the line of rusted-out cars parked along the littered curb. "Decided to take a leisurely drive now that you've divided the Bratva I saved?"

He smirks. "You've always been grandiose. The Bratva existed before you, son."

"Don't call me that. And you know as well as I do that I saved your ragtag little ring of crooks and made it into something worthwhile."

CHAPTER 112