Kill Shot (Code 11- KPD SWAT Book 6) Read online

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  Dedication

  This book is dedicated to my fan-fucking-tastic husband, Will. I really do find inspiration for all my characters through you. And although you’ll never see the words within these pages (And if you do, you’ve gone against my direct order, Mister!) I want you to know that you are the ultimate book boyfriend, and that I love you. <3

  Acknowledgements

  FuriousFotog—you’re a genius at your trade. I adore all of your work, and I can’t wait to keep working with you in the future.

  Chase Ketron- Thank you so much for posing for this shot. You were perfect for this character.

  Asli, my editor, thank you for all that you do.

  Other Titles by Lani Lynn Vale:

  The Freebirds

  Boomtown

  Highway Don’t Care

  Another One Bites the Dust

  Last Day of My Life

  Texas Tornado

  I Don’t Dance

  The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC

  Lights To My Siren

  Halligan To My Axe

  Kevlar To My Vest

  Keys To My Cuffs

  Life To My Flight

  Charge To My Line

  Counter To My Intelligence (Silas) (1-6-16)

  Right To My Wrong (Sterling) (2-3-15)

  Code 11- KPD SWAT

  Center Mass

  Double Tap

  Bang Switch

  Execution Style

  Charlie Foxtrot

  Kill Shot

  Coup De Grace

  Bennett had the world in the palm of his hands when he was sixteen, then he allowed his dick to do the thinking for him.

  That one night changed his life, giving him a child that would forever alter the course of his life, and an ex that was a crazy nut case on the best of days.

  With the help of his parents, he went into the Navy, becoming the SEAL that he always wanted to be. However, with that came a price.

  A price he wasn’t willing to pay anymore once his little girl started to realize why he wasn’t there. So he came home and joined the local SWAT team, starting his life anew, just his daughter and him.

  Then he meets the cute little physician’s assistant that looks down upon him like one would an annoying fly, and he finally realizes just what he’s been missing.

  Something that takes his mind off of the challenge of everyday life. Someone that dares him to be a better father and cop.

  And Lennox is one hell of a motivator.

  Their relationship starts off rocky as the two of them circle each other like opponents ready to do combat rather than two civil adults. Every day brings a new battle for the two of them to overcome, and before they realize it, they’ll be fighting for each other instead of against each other.

  Because there’s one woman who doesn’t want either one of them to be happy…especially not together.

  Chapter 1

  Brothers and sisters may fight like they hate each other, but they’ll always have each other’s backs. So watch your face if you say something about one in the other’s hearing.

  -Note to self

  Bennett

  “I can’t fucking believe that that stupid cunt marked my face!” I hissed, staring at my face in the mirror of the exam room.

  “Your face was too pretty anyway. You need to get over it,” my sister said distractedly, not even bothering to look up from her magazine.

  I turned around and glared at the crazy girl.

  “Why are you even here? How’d you know I was here so fast?” I asked with annoyance.

  I loved my big sister and all, but she really was a shit head. We fought like cats and dogs, even now, with both of us well over the age of eighteen.

  Payton was nearly thirty two, and I’d just turned twenty five. And I still couldn’t count the number of times we got into a hitting match each week.

  Something that annoyed our parents and Max, Payton’s husband, to no end.

  Then again, we found it amusing that they didn’t like it, which was probably why we did it so often.

  “Hey, how about we not do this right now?”

  That was Nico, always the voice of reason.

  Nico was what I’d call my best friend, even though he was a little standoffish at times.

  He was on the SWAT team with me and the reason I’d joined the team myself.

  I’d been on the team now for three years and I enjoyed it, most of the time.

  Today, however, wasn’t one of those days.

  Today was a total cluster fuck that I’d like to forget if at all possible.

  However, now I had scratches that started just under my ear and went all the way down my neck and collarbone.

  “You’ll probably get rabies, and they’ll have to put you down like the dirty dog that you are,” my sister said helpfully.

  I threw the bloody compress I was using, to stem the flow of blood oozing from the cuts at her, nailing her in the middle of her breasts.

  “Bennett, you dirty, rotten bastard!” She hissed.

  I grinned evilly at her. “What were you saying?”

  She flipped me off, took the rag at the cleanest portion between two fingers, and threw it towards the trashcan.

  She missed, and it landed on the foot of the nurse who’d just walked in through the door.

  “Hmm,” the nurse said, lifting her foot and kicking it off into the trashcan. “Nice try, at least.”

  I snorted, but didn’t say anything.

  The woman was cute. Long wavy brown hair in a ponytail at the top of her head. The blonde and red streaks in her hair, paired with her makeup, as well as her jewelry, practically screamed ‘high maintenance.’

  “Which one of you is Bennett Alvarez?” She asked, scanning the room.

  It could be hard to tell, I was sure. There were five people stuffed into the tiny room, and I was the only one standing. I was fairly sure she would have a hard time figuring out who she was supposed to be taking care of, especially since the scratched part of my face was facing away from her.

  “That would be me,” I said, drawing her attention, and the full force of her gaze.

  It felt like she could see right through me.

  It was almost as if she’d stripped me naked in the ten seconds it took her to take me in.

  Then she offered her hand to me as she walked closer.

  “My name’s Lennox Jane. I’ll be sewing you up today,” she introduced herself.

  I took her tiny hand in mine, and shook it twice, up and down, before dropping it as if she’d burned me.

  Electric shocks had poured into my hand from hers the moment our skin touched, and both of our eyes had widened.

  “Are you a doctor?” I asked.

  She shook her head. “No, I’m a PA, or physician’s assistant. Is that okay?”

  I nodded. “Yeah.”

  Was she even old enough to be that? She looked to be twenty two at most. Didn’t that shit take a lot of time to get accomplished?

  She nodded her own head, and then g
estured to the bed with her hand. “Have a seat and let me see what’s going on.”

  My sister didn’t bother to move at all, which was why I sat on her.

  “Goddammit, Bennett, you fat fucker,” she growled, pushing at my back with her knees to free her hand.

  Lennox’s eyes narrowed at Payton. “If you’d move off the bed, then he wouldn’t have sat on you.”

  Payton narrowed her eyes at Lennox, but nonetheless moved off the bed and went to her husband.

  Max yanked her down onto his lap and promptly covered her mouth with his hand when she would’ve made a move to say something.

  When I moved my eyes back to the sweet thing in front of me, I was surprised to see her not studying my face, but my hands.

  I looked down, surprised that she’d even seen them over the bloody scratches on my face.

  “Your knuckles might need a little Derma-bond, but other than that they look good. Open and close your hand for me,” she said, sticking her tiny hand in mine. “Good, squeeze.”

  I did, unsure of if she wanted me to really squeeze, or just show her that I could.

  I went with just showing her that I could so I didn’t crush her hands.

  She looked like a crier.

  “Excellent, I don’t see anything other than that wrong. That face of yours, though, will probably need a few stitches. Once the nurse gets them cleaned up, I’ll come and take a look, okay?” She asked, eyes on mine.

  I nodded, trying to figure out just what it was about her that was so different. So intriguing.

  She didn’t give me long to stare, though. She left without another backwards glance, and the room stayed silent for a full minute while everyone processed what they were thinking.

  “Did she look like that girl off of House to you?” Payton whispered to her husband.

  House, the TV show.

  Payton was obsessed with that show and the show’s main actor, House.

  I liked it and all, but I was more into action shows. Not ones that required me to actually think.

  When I watched TV, it was to relax, not to try to figure out who killed who, or who had what.

  “Sure as fuck did. Uncannily,” Max rumbled in his deep voice.

  “What’s her name again?” Payton asked.

  “Olivia Wilde,” Michael said, not bothering to look up from his phone.

  “Why are y’all here?” I asked, turning around.

  Before they could answer, an older nurse walked in, jabbering away about needing to clean me up for ‘Nox.’

  Nox. That was a really weird nickname.

  No matter, though. It seemed to fit her. She was short. Probably about the same height as Payton, which was not even five foot.

  It was a spunky name, for a little sprite of a woman.

  “Alright, my boy. This’ll sting a little. Try not to move, though,” the nurse instructed.

  ***

  Lennox

  “Goddammit! That doesn’t sting a little. That burns like a motherfucker!” The big man in room three bellowed.

  I covered my mouth and tried valiantly not to laugh my ass off.

  I didn’t accomplish it, however, if the looks I was getting from the nurses and doctors was anything to go by.

  “Tsk-tsk. Making the big SWAT guy yell like that, Lennox,” Paxton, the other PA, and my best friend, chastised.

  I held up my hands. “I wasn’t the one to hurt him!”

  “No, but you were the one that suggested Donna go in there. You know how she is around big men. Always treating them badly because they remind her of her ex-husband,” Paxton said, raising his brow at me.

  I stuck my tongue out at him.

  “Yeah, I guess I did do that, didn’t I?” I laughed unapologetically.

  “Hey, did you hear why he’s here?” Melissa, a nurse, asked.

  I shook my head. “No, why?”

  Melissa was the woman that would know. She was married to a firefighter who was on the local fire department.

  She knew a lot of stuff that was happening before most.

  “Some crazy lady tried to rob the deli they were having their weekly SWAT meeting. Bennett, that man in there, was the one to stop her. Except she went fucking batshit the moment he caught her and tried to put her in cuffs,” Melissa explained.

  My brows raised. “What kind of dumbass would rob a restaurant and not look to see who was inside first?”

  “A stupid one,” Melissa said, gesturing two rooms down to a room that was being guarded by two uniformed police officers.

  “Oh, she’s here?” I whispered in excitement.

  Melissa nodded. “Yep.”

  “She’s mine,” I said, standing up, grabbing the chair and moving around the nurse’s station.

  “No she’s not. She’s mine!” Paxton said, but I was already headed into the room before he could stop me.

  Passing the two officers with a nod of my head, I walked into the room.

  The woman that was cuffed to the bed wasn’t hurt. That much was more than obvious.

  Because if she was ‘hurt’ she wouldn’t be sleeping soundly.

  She’d be in pain.

  Which she most definitely wasn’t.

  “Mrs. Bonillo?” I announced loudly, startling the woman.

  Her eyes that had huge black circles under them, widened in anger, and then immediately dimmed, feigning pain.

  “Oh, my back!” She cried loudly.

  I ignored the fake crying, flipped through the chart and shook my head at what I saw.

  Frequent flier for pain meds. Check.

  How surprising.

  “Can you tell me what that pain feels like, Mrs. Bonillo?” I asked her, walking up to the counter and leaning my butt against it.

  She thought about it for a moment, most likely trying to figure out the best way to say it that would get her the most sympathy.

  “Um, stabbing pain in my upper right back,” she lied.

  “Uh huh,” I said, doodling hearts on the notes page in the chart. “And is it constant or intermittent?”

  “Constant. It goes away, but comes back. It never goes away for long, though,” she said, putting a little whine into her voice.

  I nodded and scribbled, ‘Doesn’t know what intermittent means’ into the notes.

  “Alright,” I nodded. “Well, Mrs. Bonillo, I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but you’ll have to get in touch with your PCP, your primary care provider, and explain this back pain to him. Unfortunately, the injury you’re proclaiming to have does not indicate a need for narcotics. I can give you a dose of Tylenol, however.”

  “Tylenol? Are you fucking kidding me? Tylenol ain’t gonna touch the pain I’m feeling!” She screamed, bowing up off the bed before she tried to kick me.

  I jumped out of the way of her massive clodhoppers, moving to the side of the room and watching her struggle with the handcuffs that attached her to the metal railing.

  “Mrs. Bonillo, you’re going to need to calm down, or you’re going to hurt yourself,” I said soothingly.

  That did nothing to soothe her and only served to heighten her annoyance with me.

  Then, with one great heave, she yanked so hard that the entire mattress, bed, and gurney she was laying on, flipped, dropping her down onto the floor like a sack of potatoes.

  “Ahhhhh!” She screamed, just as the police officers from outside came through the door.

  “Ma’am?” The first officer said. “Will you step back some to allow us to get her up?”

  Except, suddenly, the woman and her massive bulk was free, and she started to go fucking wild.

  Both handcuffs were off her hands, her very deformed looking hands, and she was swinging at anybody that would get within reaching distance of her.

  “Charlie Brown!” I bellowed loudly as I stepped back. Right into a hard wall of muscle.

  Turning around, I looked up, and up, and up some more into th
e same hazel eyes that had given me shivers earlier.

  “Might be best if you wait outside,” the man, Bennett, muttered lowly before pushing past me and wading into the fray.

  Then there was a freakin’ wall of men! And not small men, either. I was sure that the room couldn’t seem any smaller when the woman started to swing at me, but then the SWAT team showed up, and I suddenly felt tiny.

  Where had they all come from?

  I know I’d only seen two men from the SWAT team in the room with Bennett. Now there were at least six of them, but I couldn’t get a full count because I found myself outside the room and staring at a shocked Paxton.

  “Yum,” he said, eyeing the man candy.

  And that’s what they were, too. Man candy. So sexy, each and every one of them.

  Even Bennett with his scratched face was sexy.

  “You’ll never take me alive!” Mrs. Bonillo screamed. “I want my lawyer!”

  The loud screech was heard over the loud grunts of exertion, and the sound of bodies piling onto bodies.

  “What the fuck is she on, PCP?” Paxton asked curiously.

  I looked into the chart I was holding and grimaced. “Try heroin.”

  Fuck. I’d been so busy looking at the woman’s past medical history that I hadn’t bothered to look at her current blood tests.

  “Cuff the bitch!” A loud male demand sounded from near the bottom of the pile.

  The woman literally had seven men on top of her and she was still fighting!

  Melissa came to a stop beside me and enjoyed the show for a few long moments before she held out a clear glass vial and a syringe.

  “Here ya go,” she said distractedly a while later.

  She offered up the things in her hands, but kept her eyes on the scene.

  I took it from her hands, double checked the date and drug, withdrew the medication, and then started to walk back into the room.

  “Alright, boys,” I said authoritatively. “Someone bare me some ass.”

  The one on top’s shirt had come loose, baring a very muscled back covered in tattoos. Yet that wasn’t the type of ass I was looking for.

  “You can have my ass anytime,” a strained voice sounded from the bottom of the pile again.