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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 · Fantaisie
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CHAPTER 109

TIMOFEY

The board meeting ends with a whimper.

The members, too afraid to even look me in the eye, scurry out of the room like roaches fleeing a nuclear bomb. I sit back in my chair and watch them.

They have no clue the mistake they are making. These men joined my board because they were wealthy. Because they had the kind of money and connections that I could manipulate. Without me, they have no idea how to pull the right strings.

They'll be back.

I just hope it isn't too late when they realize it.

The room is nearly empty, but a chair at the end of the table remains filled. "Go on, Ron," I say, gesturing to the door. "Flee with the rest of the vermin."

He crosses his legs, making it clear he isn't going anywhere. "I'm too old to flee. Craig was supposed to wheel me out, but you must have shamed him into amnesia."