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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 122

PIPER

When Kreshnik sees Timofey standing in the doorway, his face goes pale.

"Weren't still alive?" Timofey finishes for him. The gun in his hand is aimed directly at Kreshnik's head. "Then you'd be right. I killed your little pawn."

Kreshnik works his jaw back and forth, nervous energy oozing out of him. "You killed your own father? I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

"He was never my father. Not that you'd recognize that. If you'd been a father to your own son, maybe he wouldn't have grown up to be a reckless psychopath. Maybe he'd still be alive."

Kreshnik's arms tighten around Benjamin, and my heart is beating out a steady vibration in my chest. "Timofey…" I murmur.

He glances at me and then pins his blue eyes on Kreshnik. "My father was going to turn his back on you and side with me. Even if I hadn't killed him, your plan would have fallen apart. Now, you're going to die."