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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 · Fantasía
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CHAPTER 60

TIMOFEY

"My Timmy," Mom always said.

Then I look again and she's gone. Trish is back. Her blonde hair is limp and greasy on her scalp and tears stream down her cheeks.

"Stop crying," I bark again. "It won't help."

She sniffles. Her chin curls and dimples as she fights back more useless wails. "Are you going to take them?"

"Who?"

"The kids!" she says. "My babies. They're too little to be away from me. You can't take a newborn from her mother."

"Olivia is without her mother right now. No one knows where she is." She starts to cry again, but I clap my hands in front of her in one loud crack. "Stop crying."

"You don't understand," she sobs. "You don't have children."

"I do, actually. A baby boy."

She looks over at me, and the misery on her face lifts. She smiles.

"Congratulations. Children are a gift from God."