No Cap (Carter Brothers #1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carter Brothers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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Luckily, the man who helped put my sister into the ground had thought he could play with fire and not get burned. Ande’s now-husband, Keene, had caught Addison’s husband trying to hurt Ande when she’d found out about Addison’s abuse, and Keene had made sure that the douchebag I refused to acknowledge with his name would spend the rest of his life in prison.

Funny enough, Keene’s best friend, Autry, who worked at the circus with him, had caught the douchebag and beat him up so bad that he was no longer right in the head.

Honestly, I was sort of glad that Autry and Keene had kept me out of the punishment and subsequent man hunt. I would’ve been obligated to stop the beating, and then the douchebag would be in a lot better position to beg for forgiveness.

The douchebag deserved nothing but the worst for the rest of his life.

“What has you scowling like that?” Atlas, Auden’s twin, asked as he rolled up between us, snatching up a snack-sized Twizzler. “You look like you’re about to commit murder.”

I glanced up to see him staring at me, not Auden who was scowling about his snacks being gone.

Seeing no point in lying about why I was ‘murderous,’ I said, “I was thinking about Addie.”

“Ahh,” Atlas said, understanding covering his face. “I had one of those moments myself today.”

We all did.

It was normal.

At least, that was what our therapist friend—Jonathan Davy, who was the therapist for the police department—had said when he asked me how I was holding up, and I told him I wanted to murder everyone who ever abused another human being.

“Back to the matter at hand,” Quaid said. “Anyone else want to volunteer to work tonight? Pay’s fuckin’ great.”

“I get paid?” I asked, a gleam in my eyes.

I was currently in the process of building a house out in the middle of nowhere. I could use all the money I could get.

The commute to work was fuckin’ awful from the new place, but I got to pee off the front porch with no one around to tell me I couldn’t.

Honestly, it was like a breath of fresh air.

Though, getting called out at two in the morning for a murder fucking sucked when you had to drive thirty minutes to get there.

Luckily, almost all of my callouts happened at night when the roads weren’t as congested.

“How much is the pay?” Atlas asked as he reached for a snack-sized Snicker that time.

“Enough that it’ll be worth coming in,” Quaid said. “You going to check on your house today?”

Atlas scratched his head, a frown on his face.

All of us were currently building in the same area our sister and Keene had built. My house and Atlas’s were the first to get started, and the rest were set to take place shortly after ours. The framer crew had already started on Atlas’s.

Mine was in the drywall/roof stage.

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Luckily, they did a pretty good job on Quincy’s, giving me a little bit of wiggle room with not going out there every day. Yeah, sure. I’ll help.”

“What about you?” Quaid asked Auden.

“Big fat negative. I have a date,” Auden explained.

I rolled my eyes.

Auden’s idea of a date and the rest of our idea of a date were completely different.

The folded piece of paper seemed to heat in my pocket at the thought of dating.

I was ready to settle down.

I was the oldest of our entire group, and I was starting to feel the itch.

I wanted someone I could come home to every day after a terrible night of work. I wanted someone to talk to without judgment, and someone who would give me babies.

The rest of us kind of felt the same way, though Garrett tended to go either way at times.

But Auden was firmly in the ‘I don’t ever want to settle down’ stage of his life after a breakup.

Truthfully, the dude was still in love with his ex, and he wasn’t willing to admit it.

Then again, that was a common theme in our family.

Quinn was still in love with his high school sweetheart.

“Who wants to go eat?” I asked. “I have what, an hour and a half until I need to start?”

“Two,” Quaid said. “First, they’re going to the arena. I’ll just use you as crowd control in your police cruiser for that. Once they leave the arena, you can follow them to wherever they’re going. As of right now, it’s a club.”

Fuckin’ awesome.

I hated clubs.

Turns out, the one they went to was the worst of them all.

My least favorite out of a bunch of unfavorable clubs, this one was called Jett, and was owned by a douchebag millionaire with a chip on his shoulder. He also didn’t understand the fire code, and continuously overcrowded the club with no regard to fines. Plus, he was stuck up a buddy’s ass who just so happened to be a judge, and that meant Jett was never closed down despite multiple violations.


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