Vale Lani Lynn - Make Me

Make Me

Book 4 of the KPD Motorcycle Patrol Series

By

Lani Lynn Vale

Text copyright 2019 Lani Lynn Vale

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Dedication

Im tired today. Like, I could seriously take one hell of a nap right now. Do you ever dream about naps like I do?

Acknowledgments

Golden Czermak- Photographer

Zac Smith- Model

My Brothers Editor & Ink It Out Editing

Cover Me Darling- Cover Artist

My mom- Thank you for reading this book eight million two hundred times.

Kendra, Laura, Kathy, Mindy, Lisa, Barbara & AmandaI dont know what I would do without yall. Thank you, my lovely betas, for loving my books as much as I do.

Table of Contents

Other titles by Lani Lynn Vale:

The Freebirds

Boomtown

Highway Dont Care

Another One Bites the Dust

Last Day of My Life

Texas Tornado

I Dont 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

Right To My Wrong

Code 11- KPD SWAT

Center Mass

Double Tap

Bang Switch

Execution Style

Charlie Foxtrot

Kill Shot

Coup De Grace

The Uncertain Saints

Whiskey Neat

Jack & Coke

Vodka On The Rocks

Bad Apple

Dirty Mother

Rusty Nail

The Kilgore Fire Series

Shock Advised

Flash Point

Oxygen Deprived

Controlled Burn

Put Out

I Like Big Dragons Series

I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie

Dragons Need Love, Too

Oh, My Dragon

The Dixie Warden Rejects

Beard Mode

Fear the Beard

Son of a Beard

Im Only Here for the Beard

The Beard Made Me Do It

Beard Up

For the Love of Beard

Law & Beard

Theres No Crying in Baseball

Pitch Please

Quit Your Pitchin

Listen, Pitch

The Hail Raisers

Hail No

Go to Hail

Burn in Hail

What the Hail

The Hail You Say

Hail Mary

The Simple Man Series

Kinda Dont Care

Maybe Dont Wanna

Get You Some

Aint Doin It

Too Bad So Sad

Bear Bottom Guardians MC

Mess Me Up

Talkin Trash

How About No

My Bad

One Chance, Fancy

It Happens

Keep It Classy

Snitches Get Stitches

F-Bomb

The Southern Gentleman Series

Hissy Fit

Lord Have Mercy

KPD Motorcycle Patrol

Hide Your Crazy

It Wasnt Me

Id Rather Not

Make Me

Sinners are Winners

If You Say So

Blurb

Royal St. James got her name when she was born. Not because her mother loved her royally, but because Royal was a giant pain in the ass. Shes spent her entire life fighting to live, and the last thing she needs is to deal with some pretty-boy police officer who wouldnt know a hardship if it came up and bit him in theyou know.

Justice Rector wasnt born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He was raised to work hard and always fight for what he believed in. His father was a cop, and ever since he could remember, he wanted to be one, too.

It was a complete coincidence that he ends up going undercover and meeting Royal St. James. It was just one day, a single moment in time. All routine.

Just do the buy, make the bust, and get out.

But Royal St. James, aptly named, screws everything up. Royally.

All of a sudden, he has a decision to make: blow his cover and save the girl, or save himself.

Of course, he does the most stupid thing possible.

By saving the girl who most assuredly did not want to be saved.

Chapter 1

Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.

-Things Royal says to her father under her breath

Royal

I reluctantly trudged up the steps of my fathers home and hated every freakin second of it.

Thankfully, The Judge was likely at work already. Not thankfully, I was sure that him being on time for work meant that hed left Jimmy to be taken care of by his wife. A wife that didnt get up until ten in the morning, meaning that Jimmy didnt get help until well after ten-thirty, sometimes eleven.

And, since I had today off from work, I had the time to help.

My brother was also helped into bed around nine every night by my father, so I knew without a doubt that he was more than ready to be out of bed by seven every morning, if not earlier.

Walking through the door without announcing myself, I headed straight up to Jimmys room without stopping to let my stepmother know that I was there. Then again, it was quite a bit out of my way. She was so far on the opposite side of the house that it might as well be not in the house at all.

That was mainly because if Jimmy did end up crying out for help because hed been in one spot too long and things started to really hurt, he would have to yell for Torri. Torri who went out of her way not to be botheredi.e., moving her room to the other side of the house and having sound-proofing installed just in case.

I knocked on the door and waited.

Come in, Jimmys deep, husky voice drawled from the other side.

I grinned and threw the door open, laughing when Jimmys annoyed gaze met mine.

Hey, little brother, I said. Whats up with that scowl?

Torri is gone, Jimmy sighed. She had a massage appointment at nine this morning, and she knew you had the day off. She came in here long enough to tell me that and jet out. She didnt even let me call you first.

I gritted my teeth, pissed all over again.

What a bitch, I snapped. I waited until eight to come over here just on the off chance that I woke her. She couldve told me, and Id have been here at six.

Jimmy laughed and patted my hand.

I grinned at him and brought his hand up to my face.

Let me call your mom, I said jovially.

Jimmy fist-pumped as he reached for the rope that was above him.

I watched as he slowly pulled himself to sitting, then grabbed onto the pole in front of him to stay upright.

The phone rang in my ear as I watched him move.

Marta? I said into the phone.

Royal! Marta, Jimmys mother, cried out in excitement. Is she gone?

I grinned. She is. Would you like to come over?

Marta didnt even hesitate. Ill be there. I have to leave the bakery for a bit, so it might take me a little more time to arrange it, but Ill be there.

Great, I said. See you in a few.

Fuckin Torri, I muttered as I tossed the phone on the bed beside him. I fuckin hate her guts.

Jimmy sighed. She really shouldnt have to do it at all.

She really shouldnt have said she would, which was part of the reason Dad married his third wife, if she didnt want to, I said. She knew what she was signing up for when she walked into his life.

Jimmy didnt say anything, ever the peacemaker.

I had no problem helping him get out of bed. I know that he wishes he didnt need the help, but he does.

Do you want to shower today or tomorrow? I asked.

Tomorrow, he said. I didnt get very dirty yesterday.

I nodded once and walked to the drawer where he kept his clothes.

After selecting a new pair of underwear and some jeans for him, I walked over to the edge of the bed.

From there we managed to maneuver him into his underwear and jeans, taking a bit longer than it took other people because he was just fuckin massive, and I was an itty bitty thing according to him.