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'm so shocked that I can't actually process what I'm seeing. My tongue is three times its usual size, and I can't form the words.

Sergey fills the silence. "Were you really talking about me or were you expecting someone else?" He smiles mischievously. His eyes roam over me, taking in my mostly bare legs peeking out from under Timofey's t-shirt. "Did the don leave you all alone?"

"What are you doing here?" I finally managed

"Can't a father visit his son at home?"

"Timofey will kill you if he finds you here. You should leave before he gets back."

I'm shaking all over, but I do my best to put power behind my words. One day, maybe, I'll be a Bratva wife. I'll have to learn how to command a room the way Timofey does.

Clearly, I'm not there yet. Sergey doesn't flinch at all. In fact, he takes a step closer to the bed.

CHAPTER 118