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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
Not enough ratings
125 Chs

CHAPTER 114

TIMOFEY

The door to the apartment is cracked open ever so slightly, just the way I left it. The woman in the wheelchair is still sitting in front of the grimy window in the dining room. She is wearing headphones. I can hear the faint, tinny sound of something loud playing. I walk past her to Noelle's room.

I'm going to grab Piper, force her somewhere safe, and keep her there until this all boils over. Until Kreshnik is dead and Sergey has been neutralized.

Except when I push the door open, the nest of blankets where Noelle had been huddled are tossed to the end of the bed. The bed is empty. No one is in the room.

"Piper?" I spin around and then move down the hall to the next room. Then to the bathroom.

She isn't here.

I storm into the dining room. The woman in the wheelchair is facing me now. The headphones are in her lap and her mouth is set in a firm line.