Church (The Boys of Chapel Crest, #1)

by K.G. Reuss

Breathtaking. Just like my own little Snow White. She was a perfect doll. A perfect princess for my kingdom in hell. Or a queen.

Who would dare harm such a stunning creature to make her this way? She was my kind of crazy. I was intrigued. It amped up my desire. If there was one thing I loved, it was pretty, broken things. Things I could play with. Things I could finish off. Things I could smash to bits.

Run. I love the fucking chase. The hunt. The screams. Please. Fucking run from me.

We hadn't ever officially claimed anyone before because we hadn't found someone the four of us were interested in enough to commit that way to. The perfect addition to our little band of crazy.

You weren’t truly broken until we broke you. Those were the rules.

“You can’t stay silent forever. The watchers have a way of making people scream. If you’re in their sights, eventually, you’ll scream too. Everyone at Chapel Crest screams.”

I ground my teeth at the motion, wanting to be the one to touch her while she quaked. Fuck, this girl was fire, and she was going to burn us all if we weren’t careful. Even Sin who pretended he didn’t want her would be ash if we ever got her to break. Smoke in the wind. Dust. She’d obliterate us. I knew it.

“Fuck him,” Church said, leaning against the bar. “There’s something there. Something neither are telling. Why is she so scared of him? It doesn’t make sense. She knows something. She has dirt on him. I want that dirt so we can bury that fucking asshole. We just need to get her to talk.” “Or scream,” I murmured. “It gets us answers and a win.” Church gave me a dark smile. The monster I knew was back from his emotional reprieve.

I reached out and tried the handle, letting out a soft snarl of irritation when I found it locked. I hated these fucking auto-lock doors. I supposed they were a good thing with demons like me roaming the halls.

My beautiful specter deserved better. So, I'd keep her secret for now, tuck it into my arsenal until I had a better idea of what Sully had planned for my girl. More information would help me decide. I could always just gut Andrews, then there'd be no more sleepovers with him unless she wanted to snuggle a corpse.

Seeing her squirm was a big deal to me. It did something to me nothing else ever had. And for that reason alone, I’d come for her and make her do all the fucked-up shit in my head.

Please, God. Help me. Make the demons go away. Not the demons within me. The ones lurking in the distance who kept trying to hurt me. They'd eventually kill me, but maybe that was what should happen. Maybe it was God’s way of taking me out. Really morbid to think about.

“I watch everything she does. How she tenses when someone is near her. The way she clenches her hands into fists and how her breathing changes. How her lips part like she wants to scream out the world’s truth. She’s scared to fucking exist though. It’s killing her.” Church looked to Stitches who grinned. “Stalker,” I muttered, shaking my head at his words. “I prefer predator, but whatever.” Church shot me a wicked smile. Fucking crazy bastard.

Asylum is crazy, but he’s not kill the hot chick crazy. She won’t scream for him. She’ll scream at our doorstep to save her from him.”