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Whiskey Poison

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.

Fredrick_Udele · Fantasy
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125 Chs

CHAPTER 107

TIMOFEY

I pound my hand on the steering wheel and scream into the upholstered ceiling.

Kreshnik Xhuvani fucking escaped. I shouldn't be surprised. Rats have a way of wriggling themselves out of the jaws of a predator.

The airport security didn't pose any real threat, but they made tracking Kreshnik down much harder. I had to take circuitous paths and duck out of sight. By the time I scrambled them enough to get them off my tail, I was no longer on Kreshnik.

Now, I have no clue where he is.

The only reason today isn't a total loss is because I know Piper is at the mansion with Akim. At least one thing went right.

I press my head back into the cushion and rub my aching eyes. I better get used to the pain. Sleep is unlikely.

When my phone rings, I fumble for it in the cupholder and answer. "What?"

"Is that your formal greeting now?"