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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	24 janvier 2019
Nombre de lectures	1
EAN13	9781648543357
Langue	English

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Acknowledgments

1. Xavier

2. Sevyn

3. Xavier

4. Sevyn

5. Xavier

6. Sevyn

7. Xavier

8. Sevyn

9. Xavier

10. Sevyn

11. Xavier

12. Sevyn

13. Xavier

14. Sevyn

15. Xavier

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A BOSS PURCHASED MY LOVE Copyright © 2019 by CHASE SIDORA.
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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FICTION:

LIES WE TELL, SECRETS WE KEEP 1-3
GAME CHANGER 1-3
THE MAN I MARRIED, THE STRANGER I LOVED
NEVER THOUGHT I’D LOVE A DOPE BOY 1-3
TROPHY SIDE WIVES 1-2
ACE & BLEU: A DOPE BOY LOVE STORY 1-4
FALLING FOR THE CONNECT’S DAUGHTER
SAVED BY A KINGPIN 1-3
RISE OF A KINGPIN 1-2
THE GIRL NEXT DOOR 1-2 (part 2 coming soon)
A BOSS PURCHASED MY LOVE

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Acknowledgments

First and foremost all glory and honor goes to God. Thank you for giving me the gift of writing and thank you for giving me the guts to trust you and just go for it. Thank you to my family for always being supportive of me no matter what and really believing in me and everything that I am and want to be. Y’all make it real easy for me to do what I do knowing that you’re rooting for me. I appreciate that. And thank you to every single person who takes the time out of their lives to read my work. I sincerely hope you enjoy.
Chapter One

Xavier

L ooking out at the bright neon lights that stretched far beyond the horizon of the Las Vegas strip, I took in the night from my penthouse suite. As I stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows that showcased the room’s one-hundred and eighty degree panoramic views, I inhaled long and deliberately. Shoving my left hand in the pocket of my slacks, I swirled the ice cubes around in of my glass before taking a swallow.
It’s a good night , I thought silently, making sure that I didn’t focus on my reflection. It was hard because a nigga was looking GQ as fuck in my ash grey Tom Ford suit, but now wasn’t the time to admire myself. I had more pressing matters to attend to. A nigga looked casket ready, but I wouldn’t be the one who died today. Not when I knew my most recent announcement would change everything these muthafuckas were accustomed to.
“So,” I started, hissing as the scotch burned my throat. Spinning on my heels, I turned my undivided attention to the guests in my hotel room. “What do you all think of my proposal?”
The dozen men I addressed, who were bunched up in clusters like a bunch of cliquey ass school girls, scattered through the suite, exchanged glances amongst one another, but no one answered my question. Those who weren’t standing, shifted in their seats, and those who were on their feet had to brace themselves to avoid falling. None of this surprised me. Hell, I could hardly keep the smirk from stretching across my face while I took in their discomfort.
“Well, I’m glad that we all see eye-to-eye,” I started, polishing off my drink. “If you’d just go ahead and leave Jericho with the deposits that you brought along, your product will be delivered to your designated drop-off areas within the hour.”
It was quiet enough to hear a rat piss on a cotton ball in the luxury suite of the lavish hotel centered in the heart of Vegas. I didn’t expect anything less because these niggas knew better. I wasn’t the nigga to try. Never have been, never will be.
Just as I started to revel in my street status, a nigga had to open his big mouth and test me.
“Fuck this,” Hernando, a Spanish nigga who moved dope for me out in Caliente, Nevada, spoke up.
The suite’s patrons collectively gasped at Hernando’s boldness. I personally couldn’t figure out if the nigga fell and bumped his head or were his balls just that big, but his resistance to my decision had signed his death certificate. Everyone in the room seemed to know that but him.
“I’m sorry?” I quizzed, setting the sweating glass on top of a coaster on a nearby table and loosening the knot in my cigarette tie. “What was that?”
Hernando didn’t back down, though, which was both commendable and stupid on his behalf. “Who you think you are, Chico? You think you can just tell us what to do?” His accent was thick, but it didn’t take much for me to decipher his disdain.
Hernando was the shit in his own right. He moved weight quick, fast, and in a hurry on a consistent basis. I appreciated that, but disrespect was inexcusable. “You take our money and just give us whatever you feel like, and we’re just supposed to say, si, señor?”
As he expressed his dismay, the onlookers wore masks of confusion on their faces. None of them had to say anything; their worries were etched into their features. Half of them were waiting to see how I would react while the other portion were wondering what the fuck would even make him go against me in the first place.
My lack of immediate response must have had him feeling himself. His chest was suddenly poked out, and his Spanish accent became even thicker as he felt more comfortable.
“My runners don’t know how to sell this shit. Crystal Meth? Pills? They know how to move kilos. Our customers are used to cocaine. That has been working fine for us for years, what is the point of dipping into that low-level shit now, gringo?”
Pulling one arm out of my blazer jacket and then the other, I tossed it across the arm of the nearest chair. I began to roll up my sleeves while heading over to my right-hand man Jericho. Soon as we made eye contact, he knew what time it was. Walking past the angry worker, Jericho discreetly reached into his back pocket and quickly passed off the weapon he pulled out.
“I say we stick to what we know and—”
Darkness began to cloud my vision, swallowing my conscience along with my sense of sight once I stood behind the ungrateful and downright disrespectful ass muthafucka who was trying me in my own damn hotel. Fury swept through me in a wave, and before I could reason with myself, I wrapped my left bicep under the man’s chin, holding his head up so there was clear access to his neck. Using the knife Jericho had just given me in my right hand, I repeatedly stabbed him in the throat. It only took one shot to puncture his carotid, but by the time I snapped out of my trance, Hernando’s head was nearly severed off from his body.
Tossing the man’s limp, lifeless body to the side, I rose to my feet ignoring, how the blood-soaked shirt clung to my chest.
“Does anyone else have any questions or concerns?”
“No, no,” the men grumbled and kicked their nondescript briefcases filled with money toward me.
“Great, I’m glad to hear it. Now, get the fuck out my room and off my property,” I commanded.
Everyone except Jericho scurried away like a bunch of roaches when the lights came on. Waiting until I heard the heavy door close and the lock automatically activate, I looked down at the leaking body. “Clean that up for me,” I commanded, assessing the damage to the imported Persian rug. “Have Mila from housekeeping put in an order to replace that for me, will you?”
Jericho pulled out his phone in a hurry. “Yes sir.” He shook his head and took a giant step over Hernando’s body while he put the phone to his ear. “Hi, yes… can you have Mila make a replacement order for—yes. Yes, you’re exactly right.”
“And tell her fine ass to come up to my suite when she’s done.” My adrenaline was rushing, and I needed something to take the edge off. I had a long, hard dick problem that Ms. Mila was going to handle for me. “It’s time for her employee evaluation.”
Jericho didn’t miss a beat. “Also, once she’s done, send her up to Mr. Rockwell’s suite. Uh-huh. Aight.” After watching him complete the task at hand, I felt comfortable enough to turn and head toward the exit. “She’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
Chapter Two

Sevyn

“O h yeah, yeah. Fuck, right there, baby. That pussy so tight and warm.”
Drowning out the deep, wet, panting of the horny man hovering above me, I closed my eyes and let the man shoving his pencil dick in and out of me have his way. This had become our routine. Together for three years, I stopped being s