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

My voice cracks with the plea. I'm scraping myself across the emotional coals, doing anything to apply to the still-beating heart I hope exists beneath Kreshnik's evil facade.

He stares back at me blankly. His arms are curled around Benjamin, but there's nothing gentle in his hold. Nothing loving. It's the careful way someone holds a bomb they've rigged to explode.

"He's fine here. Aren't you, my little friend?" He smiles down at Benjamin. "He's a great baby, you know? Hardly cries. Very obedient. It's a shame what's going to happen to him."

The last few days, while we searched for him, I wanted so badly for Benjamin to be alive. Now, I'm not sure that was the right wish. I should have hoped for a peaceful end for him. Wouldn't that be better than this?

CHAPTER 121