I Can’t Even (Carter Brothers #2) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carter Brothers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67000 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
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I’d switched just last week, and so far, I was loving it.

What I was not loving was being the low woman on the totem pole.

I was called in for everything, even when I wasn’t supposed to be there.

But last week, I’d put my foot down, and explained that I couldn’t be coming in on days that I wasn’t scheduled to work thanks to there still being a serial killer gunning for me.

How did I know that there was a serial killer gunning for me?

Because over the last week, things had escalated.

It was as if he’d stopped getting the fix he needed, and he was now bombarding my app with messages. And since I couldn’t block anything because we were trying to find this sick asshole, I’d had to see every single message that came in.

They’d started out tame, so to speak. But the latest ones, like the one I’d gotten today, weren’t so great.

SleepyJoe122:

I saw you with your boyfriend at the hospital. You look tired. I’ll help you sleep.

I didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to know what he meant by ‘helping me sleep.’

“Officer 455,” Quinn sounded sick. As if he was dying. “I’m… I’m…”

He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

“Go,” Garrett ordered. “Go.”

Garrett wasn’t driving today.

I was.

So I gunned it, heading exactly where he told me to.

When we got to a police barrier, Garrett got out to talk to the officer.

He looked back at me, and then kept talking. A few more seconds, and then Garrett was on the phone.

Garrett started walking back to the car seconds later, shoving his phone angrily into his pocket.

My phone rang and then, and I answered it on the car.

“Hello?” I asked, voice slightly shaky.

“Hey, it’s me,” Quaid said. “I’m going to have you drive home. Officer Assman’s following you.”

I looked around for Officer Assman but didn’t notice him.

Garrett opened the door, whistled, and Boss jumped out, knocking me in the face with his butt as he did.

Boss and I had started to get along quite well. Only, he still treated me like leftovers when it came to his master.

Garrett looked at me, then pointed at a patrol car with an officer inside I couldn’t see.

“Assman,” he said. “He’s following you home. Go straight home.”

“Assman will follow you inside,” Quaid sounded distracted.

I was already nodding my head, tears leaking into my eyes at the sound of Quaid’s hollow voice.

Lord, please let Quinn be okay.

“I’ll go straight home,” I promised.

Except, it didn’t work out quite like I expected it to.

We got onto the road, heading back toward Quaid’s home, and got caught up in traffic.

We sat there so long that my gas light came on, indicating I had forty miles until empty.

I looked at the GPS that showed red as far as the eye could see, and then the temperature on the dash that read 108.

Grimacing, I started to search for the closest gas station, knowing I had no other choice.

We’d been on the way to fill it up when the call about Quinn had come in, and well, it hadn’t happened.

I was considering pulling over and leaving my car in the closest parking lot when I looked back to see Assman’s patrol car jolt forward.

“Oh, shit,” I said as I watched the patrol car jerk, then, fuck, tip over!

I gasped, ready to pull over myself, but thought better of it after I saw what felt like hundreds of people hop out of their car and head toward the downed cruiser.

In my rearview, I watched as he hopped out of the cruiser, angry as hell and throwing his hands up in the air.

Knowing he was in good hands, and not wanting to block traffic even more now, I made the stupid decision to leave him behind.

I moved up until I could take the next exit, then sent a quick text to Quaid to let Assman know where I went.

Quaid called immediately, but when I went to answer it, the call dropped.

I looked at the signal and groaned.

If this wasn’t the worst possible scenario…

I went to the most well-lit gas station, pulled over, and took a look around.

There was no one in sight.

In fact, for it being a brand-new gas station, I figured it’d be hopping.

But then I got a look at the price of the gas and realized why no one was here.

It was well over thirty cents more than the one across the street.

“Oh,” I groaned.

I hated paying more for gas…

But at least I was being smart about this.

Getting out, I lifted up the center console to make sure my gun was where I’d left it.

The entire Carter clan had given me lessons in shooting, and I was proud to say, I was a pretty decent shot… as long as the target wasn’t moving.

Hitting Apple Pay, I typed in my pin code then got the pump to pumping.


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