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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright © 2016 Roxie Rivera
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Also by Roxie Rivera
About the Author
ALEXEI
(Her Russian Protector #8)
By Roxie Rivera
Copyright © 2016 Roxie Rivera
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Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination. Locales
and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses,
companies, events, institutions, or locales is completely coincidental.
Alexei/Roxie Rivera -- 1st ed.
Chapter One
“Shay, will you cover my shift tonight?”
I glanced up from the small workstation in my bedroom where I made the leather goods I sold
online and frowned at my older sister. “It’s my one night off this week, Shannon. I’m trying to catch
up on orders before the Christmas rush hits.”
“I know it’s your night off.” Wearing a slim-fitting sleeveless halter dress, Shannon leaned
against the door frame and blew on her freshly painted nails. Her blonde hair was piled atop her head
in fat hot rollers. “And I hate to ask…”
“But?”
“But Ruben called and there’s a last minute thing he can’t miss tonight. He needs me with him.”
She did that batting her eyes thing that drove me crazy. “Please?”
I didn’t want to ask what event couldn’t be missed. Knowing what I did of Shannon’s drug
dealer boyfriend, he had probably received an invite to some athlete or hip-hop wannabe’s mansion
as a supplier of their recreational fun. “Shannon, I hate it when you go to these parties. You know I
worry about you all night.”
“We aren’t going to a party. It’s a concert at the Arena. And Shay?” She rolled her eyes at me
and huffed. “Seriously, you are going to give yourself an ulcer. You don’t need to sit up all night
waiting for me. I’m a big girl. I know what I’m doing.”
“Do you?” I put down the metal punch and the leather strip I had been working. “Shannon, you
just got popped for being a dog fight! It’s been less than two weeks since I bailed you out of jail.
Ruben is on the hook for a felony!”
“They can’t prove anything against him. We were just there to watch the fights. That’s it.”
“You can pull that bullshit with your lawyer, Shannon, but I know better.” Shaking my head, I
expelled a frustrated breath. “If you get pulled over or picked up with Ruben and he’s carrying again,
you could go to prison. Okay? Like
for real
prison and not the county lockup.”
“That won’t happen.” She said it so quickly and easily, brushing off my concerns without a
second thought. “He never carries weight on him. That’s what the slingers are for obviously.” She
preened proudly. “He’s
very
careful with me.”
“But are
you
being careful?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Shannon,” I said her name in my no-bullshit tone. “I found your stash in your purse.”
Her stance turned aggressive. “Why were you digging around in my purse?”

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