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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 43

PIPER

"Get up." Timofey doesn't give me the chance to refuse him. He hooks an arm around my waist and hauls me against his body.

Distantly, I recognize how muscular his arm is around me. I acknowledge the burning heat of his chiseled chest pressed to my side. But I can't enjoy it.

Not when it's the last thing I'll ever feel.

Timofey walks me around the edge of the dining room. As we pass by the kitchen, our waitress steps out.

"Is everything okay? Do you need—"

"I need you to get the fuck out of my way," Timofey barks.

The woman stumbles back against the door as we plow past her. A second later, Timofey shoves open the door to the women's restroom.

A woman is inside washing her hands and he holds the door open for her. His voice is the crack of a whip. "See yourself out."

She takes one look at him and sprints for the door. The moment she leaves the room, Timofey locks it behind her and turns to me.

"Breathe," he orders again.