Stay Toxic (Semyonov Bratva #1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Semyonov Bratva Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 67553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 338(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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“You have it bad, don’t you?”

I looked at my sister, Nastya, and said, “No idea what you’re talking about.”

She rolled her eyes and hooked her arm in mine. “You keep telling yourself that, Shasha.”

I don’t know what kind of sex makes y’all want a joint bank account, but I haven’t had it yet.

—Brecken’s secret thoughts

BRECKEN

“Ryler, can I look something up on your laptop?” I asked, hoping to get a few minutes alone with his laptop so I could look into his files.

I knew he had the files I wanted on his computer, too, because this was the one he kept at home, under lock and key, in his safe.

It had all of the company’s information on it, including a client list.

All of my brothers had this client list, of course, but his was right there in front of me.

“Sure,” my brother hastily said as he all but shoved the laptop off his lap and stood up.

He grinned and got up, leaving his open laptop on the couch where he’d just been sitting.

Ryler made a run for the bathroom—sadly, almost all of the Sweat family was lactose intolerant thanks to my father’s awesome genes—and I knew he’d be in there for a long time.

It was funnier when it was my brothers having to deal with the stomach/intestinal issues than when it was me suffering because I wanted to eat cheese.

“It’s not funny, Brecken!” Ryler said through the slammed-closed door.

“It’s kind of funny,” I said. “You knew better than to eat that queso.”

“Yeah, but who the fuck can resist queso? Not me,” he hollered.

Then he groaned, and I knew that I’d have plenty of time with his laptop.

I stared at it curiously.

All day—especially after Shasha was no longer at the tournament, having left abruptly without picking up his prize money or his cool new gadgets—I’d been thinking about what I’d realized/pieced together when it came to Viveka.

I’d been thinking about her so much, and now that I knew that she’d been hit not too far from Shasha’s home—a home in which I knew damn well that my brothers rigged up themselves with the protection any high-profile individual would need to keep them safe—I knew he had more information to give than what he gave to police.

My brothers had started their construction with security in mind.

Their buildings were impenetrable. They could literally withstand a freakin’ siege.

And there was no fucking way that the cameras he had on the property didn’t pick up what happened. I knew for a fact that all the fences/gates that my brothers put in were fully equipped with surveillance equipment that was better than anything the US government could get.

According to the papers that I’d looked up during my down time today while fishing, I’d seen that the accident where Viveka was killed happened less than a quarter mile down the road from where Shasha lived.

The cameras my brothers used were fully capable of seeing anything up to a mile from where they were set up.

So yeah, there was no way in hell that he didn’t know more than he was letting on.

But first, I needed to look up the property details, and to do that, I had to start snooping in my brother’s laptop.

I shouldn’t be here.

There was a zero percent chance that I wouldn’t be found.

But yet, here I was, sitting at the site of a home that was being constructed, very much aware that my doorless Jeep stuck out like a sore thumb.

But I couldn’t shake the feeling in my chest that Shasha and/or the men that worked at the guard shack at the end of his drive would know more about Viveka.

I’d been at home for over an hour overthinking. Thinking about how my brother had warned me away. Thinking about how often I’d wondered about Viveka and if her baby had survived. How if her husband had been the one responsible for the hit-and-run, and whether or not he would ever have to pay.

In the end, I wound up here after two-plus hours of fighting myself.

I should’ve gone to get dinner.

I should’ve started grading papers.

Yet, I was sitting in this driveway minutes after the construction workers had vacated, and I was staring at the gate to the mansion on the hill that overlooked the lake.

I’d looked up the tax records on his place and realized that not only did he own the huge house on the hill, but he also owned forty acres surrounding it as well as the house’s driveway I was currently sitting in.

A house that my brothers were responsible for designing and building, as well as securing, much like they’d done for Shasha’s house.

Though, according to the tax records, the property wasn’t owned by Shasha directly, but a corporation known as Semy Corp.

Which was, my guess, just a shortened version of Shasha Semyonov’s last name.



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