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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As of right now, he was at a club in Downtown Dallas where he was surrounded by a booth of beautiful ladies.

Decision made, I headed for that club.

I didn’t stop to think as I parked in an alley that was probably going to come back to bite me in the ass later. I also didn’t think as I shucked my dress up higher, allowing my legs—thick as fuck and tanned to perfection thanks to the spring spent in my grandma’s garden—to shine.

My entire body was a little more full than what was otherwise generally accepted by normal society.

Honestly, I loved my body. It was thick in all the right places. Not too thick, but not skinny as fuck, either. I had tits and ass. Hips and thighs. But I could also do all the things that I wanted to do comfortably—like go hiking and run a half marathon if I truly felt like I wanted to.

“Rawr,” a man I passed in line said. “Hot damn.”

I ignored him, continuing to walk right up to the front of the line.

Once there, I stopped in front of the bouncer and smiled before handing him my ID.

I’d never done this before.

I prayed that he wouldn’t send me away.

And, my luck held, because he grinned, lifted up the velvet rope, and gestured me inside. “No need for the ID, darlin’.”

I hoped that meant I looked old enough and not that he was a creepy fuck who let women inside regardless of their age.

But, since I was on a mission, I didn’t do anything but smile as I moved past him, tucking my ID back into my bra where I’d had it.

There truly wasn’t very much room for identification or cards of any kind in a dress like the one I was wearing—a dress Keda forced me into.

And, since I didn’t have my purse, I’d only had one recourse, tucking the cards in a place that wouldn’t get lost.

Hence the bra.

A bra I couldn’t wait to strip out of.

But I had things to do first.

People to fuck up.

Walking toward the bar, I grabbed the biggest, darkest drink I could find, and then started toward VIP.

This would be tougher.

I was sure there was a list of who could and couldn’t get up there tonight.

But I had an ace in the hole.

My uncle had done the construction here, and I’d come to help him one summer when I’d been between high school and college.

Meaning, I knew of an alternate entrance, and I would be using it.

It was one that the staff used, and today, I was going to play like I was confident as fuck and waltz right through it.

The entrance was exactly where I’d last seen it, and blissfully unguarded and unoccupied.

When I got to the top of the stairs I pushed right through the door and came out at the top, right at the back of the room.

I spotted the douchebag instantly.

He was surrounded by people.

Pulling my phone up, because there was no way in hell I was letting this go without documentation to the world, I went Live on TikTok to my twelve followers and started across the room.

When I got to the large sectional couch, I walked right up to the asshole and started talking.

“So, I’d just like you to know that the woman you humiliated tonight in front of an audience full of people spent the last eighteen months trying to crawl to get her life back after a man drove drunk and nearly killed her,” I snapped.

Taite turned to look at me, his face furrowing.

A woman giggled, and I ignored her.

“In that accident where a man decided to almost take my best friend’s life, he killed two other people in the car behind her. My best friend suffered a broken back, broken legs, a broken neck, a broken arm, trauma to her internal organs, and multiple other things that have absolutely annihilated any chance at her living a normal life.”

Taite frowned.

I could see the understanding starting to dawn.

Truly, I could see him making connections.

But then the woman at his side, who was hugged up on him way too closely to be anything but a shameless whore, snorted in derision and said, “That doesn’t mean she can wear those clothes and expect people not to be disgusted.”

That’s when I saw Taite’s expression change. Almost as if he was trying to be popular instead of a good person.

“I’m sure wearing a diaper out in public means you probably should’ve stayed home.” Taite rolled his eyes.

I fisted my hand and said, “Have you ever had your face peeled off of your head?”

A gagging sound came from someone beside me.

“Probably not,” I said. “But Keda has.”

“Keda.” The woman snorted. “Sounds like a farm animal’s name.”

I was originally going to save my drink for Taite, but then this bitch opened her mouth…



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