Suck This Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

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Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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I snorted.

“Corbin…”

“Don’t,” Corbin growled.

“Well, if she can’t say anything, you sure as hell can’t deny me. I’m Constantine Worth’s counsel. I’m officially requesting that he be relinquished immediately,” Nash said, a smirk riding high on his lips.

Corbin growled, and I chose to take my sandwich elsewhere.

Elsewhere being the jail cell that Constantine was being held.

I also swiped my brother’s keys as I left, too.

If he wouldn’t move him, I would.

The man had saved my life. I could do nothing less.

I found him in the one and only cell that was vamp-equipped, which also happened to offer the most privacy.

See, Austin, Texas didn’t have as much money as other bigger cities. And although, by law, we were required to have at least one vamp-equipped cell, that was all we had. We didn’t have the special camera system that other cities had. We didn’t have the vampire staff that would and could watch over them. Really, we just had one single cell, the only one that had the most reinforcement originally, and beefed it up.

The vamp-equipped cell consisted of silver bars—which were supposedly detrimental to a vampire—steel-reinforced concrete walls that were near impenetrable, and no light source.

Well, there wasn’t supposed to be a light source.

Our department didn’t have the funds available to take away the light source, so instead they used the leftover silver sent over by the government-issued bars and used those to reinforce the window.

Meaning, I could see outside, and what I could see made me nervous. Nervous because I could see the start of dawn peeking over the horizon.

And the man, the stupid vampire currently lying in the cell like he didn’t even have a care in the world, wasn’t even aware that his death was on the horizon.

Slipping the key into the lock, I swung the cell door open and said, “We need to move you to the next cell over since it’s almost dawn.”

He didn’t say anything.

Really worried now—and that was saying something because I’d thought about his well-being since they’d stuffed him, bleeding and enraged, into a cop car—I dashed into the room and leaned over the very still form.

“Hey.” I brushed my hand against Constantine’s chest.

He wasn’t breathing!

Moving my hand to his face, I was about to yell out for help when a strong, muscular hand clamped on to my wrist and pulled me forward.

“Oh!” I gasped. “What…”

“You shouldn’t be in here. I’m hungry, and you smell fantastic,” he said, dropping my hand almost as quickly as he’d picked it up.

I stepped away, but only a few inches, and placed my hand on my heart.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I breathed out shakily, heart in my throat.

He grinned, then closed his eyes once again.

“And you really shouldn’t be opening a cell where a vampire—no matter if you think he’s your friend or not—is in a cage. We don’t take being caged kindly. We’ve experienced more hell than y’all can ever conceive. Yet we’re put in here like dogs when we’ve done nothing wrong.”

I frowned, wondering what ‘hell’ he’d been put through, but chose not to say anything. Had he wanted me to know, he would’ve explained.

He seemed like the type of man to let me know exactly what was on his mind.

“Duly noted.” I took a seat beside him, causing him to either move his legs or have them sat on.

He didn’t move his legs.

Instead my ass fell in between his calves, and I found myself quite liking the new position.

I was the type of person that liked to feel secure. In my bed at home, I had nine pillows. Two under my head, two on each side. One at my feet, and one on top of my clock, so I didn’t see any glowing numbers.

Yes, I know I could’ve used a towel or something to block the numbers, but one never knows when one will need an extra pillow.

Then there was the huge ass blanket I slept under each night.

When I sat down, my feet automatically came up to rest on the seat—whether we were at dinner, a club, or a freakin’ crime scene. It was a compulsion to never have my feet on the ground, and I’d been doing it since I could remember. I wasn’t about to change, which was why I pulled my feet up, wiggled around, and snuck my feet up under his calf.

“Comfortable?” he drawled, his voice filled with humor.

His amusement at my move had me fighting a smile.

“I would’ve thought you’d move,” I muttered under my breath. Then louder said, “Thank you for saving me tonight.”

“You’re welcome.”

I bit my lip, wondering if he would tell me why he was there, but he didn’t say anything.

So, I chose to continue talking, hoping he’d offer that information up freely.

I knew that he didn’t live on that side of the city. Hell, nobody lived on that side of the city unless they were looking for trouble or just plain couldn’t afford it.



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