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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 · Fantasie
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CHAPTER 78

TIMOFEY

"Arber is dead," Pavel says. His voice crackles, the cell signal failing to reach him in whatever warehouse or cement dungeon he's in, but his message is clear.

I duck out of the living room into the hallway. The penthouse is significantly smaller than the mansion, so getting out of earshot of Piper isn't possible. Still, the less she knows, the better.

"Confirmed?" I ask.

"What's the survival rate of your head being separated from your body? It's gotta be zero percent, right?"

I chuckle darkly. "I suppose that counts for confirmation."

"Rodion probably would have shredded him." He makes the crack before he remembers Rodion isn't on good terms with the Bratva at the moment. He clears his throat. "Anyway, I'm absolutely positive he's dead. What should we do with him now?"

"Wrap him up. Let's send Kreshnik a little gift."