Branna Read Online Book L.A. Casey (Slater Brothers #4.5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Slater Brothers Series by L.A. Casey
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 53638 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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“Bro?” he said, probably because he didn’t know which brother I was talking to. “No need to do anything; Dame and I have this.”

Kane spoke, and Dominic was silent as he listened.

“Yeah, they’ve been drinking in a pub, and the girls called us to get them home. No need to worry. Like I said, we’ve got this. Yeah... no problem. Okay. Bye.”

He handed me back my phone then looked over my shoulder and shook his head.

“How much have they drank?” he asked, his eyes focused behind me.

Keela shrugged. “Not a lot, they’re just lightweights.”

The lads humourlessly snorted.

“Bee’s kept her clothes on her this time,” Damien mused, earning a vicious scowl from Dominic.

“She was strippin’ earlier,” Keela chimed in, not caring that the lads were pissed, “but the barman told ‘er it wasn’t the kind of establishment where she could do that without gettin' thrown out. Lana’s gotten better at twerkin’ too.”

Damien grunted at Keela’s comment while Dominic pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I shouldn’t have left her.” He sighed. “I should have stayed with her.”

I nudged him. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, kid. Bee didn’t want you around, which is why she sent you off with Georgie to Gravity. She is beatin’ ‘erself up about Georgie weanin’ so early, but she will realise it had nothin’ to do with ‘er, it’s just that Georgie doesn’t want to do it anymore.”

“Yeah,” he said, but looked at Bronagh with a longing of sorts.

I knew he wanted to take her pain away because it was exactly what I wanted, but I knew my job was to comfort her and simply be there for her. Dominic would realise his role until Bronagh came to grips with the new change in her everyday routine by herself.

“So,” I said, looking to change the subject. “How are we goin’ to do this?”

Instead of furthering our conversation, we all looked at one another when a familiar tune began to play.

“‘Hot Stuff,’” Keela said with a laugh.

She was correct—Alannah and Bronagh were about to sing “Hot Stuff” by Donna Summer.

“If I have to deal with this, I might as well grab a front row seat,” Dominic said, licking his lips.

He shared a look with his brother then, without warning, they shot forward, shoving other punters aside until they both got a seat directly in front of the stage Bronagh and Alannah were making their own.

“Do you think we should record this?” I asked Keela as the brothers made themselves at home.

I looked at her when she didn’t reply and laughed when I saw she already had her phone out and pointed at the stage. Keela looked at me and grinned. “If they tell me to delete it tomorrow, I will, but they have to see the shite they do when they’re drunk. They’re nightmares.”

I blessed myself. “Amen to that.”

The girls began singing, not noticing Dominic and Damien in the audience, and they gave it their all, which meant they crowed like birds and shuffled around the stage. The only time they were in sync was when Donna Summer sang the words “Hot stuff”. They both hip thrusted forward as if they were humping someone. It caused me to laugh so hard that I cried. Keela, who was in a heap laughing, turned the camera on me, but I waved her away when I had to cross my legs to avoid wetting myself.

“Why do they have to hip thrust?” I asked as tears of laughter fell from my eyes.

Keela couldn’t reply; her laughter wouldn’t allow it. I fanned myself with my hands to cool and calm myself down. I wiped under my eyes and shook my head at the two idiots on the stage, but silently thanked them for the entertainment. Towards the end of the song, things got a little raunchy. Bronagh swayed her hips from side to side as she sang, and Alannah... well, she just surprised the heck out of me.

“Omigod.” I blinked. “Did Lana just slut drop?”

Keela bobbed her head up and down. “She did, and fuck me if she didn’t nail it.”

“This isn’t fair,” I complained. “They were shite dancers last year, and now all of a sudden, they’ve got moves. Sexy moves. I don’t understand.”

“They’re fast learners, it appears.” Keela snorted.

When the song ended, I said, “Thank God for that. They’re so funny, but they can’t sing for shite.”

Keela chuckled as she bumped fists with me in agreement.

“How long do you think it’ll take before they realise we’re here?” Keela asked.

“About—”

“Dominic!” Bronagh’s squeal cut me off. “Girls! You came!”

“A whole second,” I finished, chuckling.

My sister stumbled off the stage, and if it wasn’t for Dominic’s quick reaction catching her, she’d have fallen on her face.

“Another drink.” She laughed when he lugged her over to the bar.

“You’ve had more than enough, Bronagh,” Dominic protested, keeping his hands on her. “You’re coming home.”


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