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Crash by April Kelley
(Demon Elite #1)
Publish 1st January 2016 by
extasybooks
Contemporary Action Romance
Love and danger aren’t
supposed to go hand in hand.
Elijah wants to go back to
his old life. He never realized just how well his mother kept the rest of his
crazy family out of his life until she was gone. His extended family has
descended on him like the plague, and now he’s in some deep trouble—trouble he
can’t get out of, no matter how hard he tries.
Crash Morgan is the guy his
boss sends when someone needs to get assassinated. Sometimes the best thing for
society is to eliminate the worst that humanity has to offer, and Crash is very
good at doing that. When he’s sent to interrogate Elijah Spade, he’s a bit out
of his element. Talking to the suspect isn’t exactly where he excels. Even
worse, Crash feels protective of Elijah.
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The bass of the music bumped through the brick walls of the club. Elijah Spade sat in the backseat of his cousin’s car, dreading what he was about to do. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t a helper in his family’s grand scheme to make money without actually having to earn it. At least he never had been before. They had always left him alone.
“All you have to do
is lure him into the back of the club. If there’s a bathroom in the back, then
all the better. I’ll take over from there,” Jasper, his cousin, said.
“How am I supposed to
do that?” Elijah asked, already knowing the answer.
Jasper turned in the seat.
“I thought this was what you liked. Getting off with men. A sick pervert like
you should be able to think of something.”
Elijah shook his head. He
didn’t want to be a part of this. The man he was supposed to help kidnap,
Finnigan O’Reilly, would be caged in one of those cells at Uncle Phillip’s
compound. That man would die in those cells, or he would be used as a sex slave
in Uncle Samuel’s business. Either outcome was an awful way to spend the rest
of your life. With the manner in which his uncles treated people, that probably
wouldn’t be very long.
This was what his family
did—at least his mother’s family did stuff like this all the time. She had two
brothers, and they made it all about the money. Elijah was under no illusion
that they viewed him the same way. When his usefulness wore off they’d kill
him. The only question was when that would be.
“No, I can’t do
this,” he whispered. He looked at Jasper then. His cousin had a sickness in his
eyes that had always scared Elijah, and he never understood why. He didn’t even
think Jasper knew why he was the way he was. Probably had something to do with
having a father that thought he was God. Literally.
Jasper reached around his
seat suddenly, grabbing a fist full of Elijah’s hair. Elijah cried out as
Jasper pulled him until his face pressed against the back of the front seat.
“The only reason you aren’t in one of those cells, along with all the other
disgusting sinners, is because I convinced Father you’re useful, so don’t tell
me no, or I’ll send you to the compound to die.”
Jasper let him go, flinging
him away so suddenly Elijah fell against the seat.
Elijah’s heart pounded in
his chest so hard he felt it in his head.
Elijah hadn’t been too
exposed to his uncles’ deviant nature until the last couple months, since his
mother’s passing. He didn’t know just how far over the edge of insanity they
had fallen. Well, it turned out only Uncle Phillip was insane. Uncle Samuel was
just a criminal and an all-around bad person.
Elijah had always known
they were bad news—his mother told him often enough. He just never understood
how bad until after she died, when she wasn’t around to protect him from them
anymore. Now he understood that Jasper was a psychopath and would do just about
anything Uncle Phillip told him to do. So a crazy person was leading a crazy
person.
This could not end well for
Elijah.
“Now get in there. You
know you’ll like it. All you disgusting sinners do.” Jasper turned around in
his seat. “You have thirty minutes before Uncle Samuel’s men go in after you.
That should give you plenty of time. Don’t fuck it up.”
“This is wrong,
Jasper. You know it is. Please don’t make me do this.”
Jasper started to turn
around in his seat again. He held a gun in his hand, not pointing it at Elijah,
but just hanging his hand over the seat so that it was visible. Elijah leaned
back in his seat, away from that black metal. Jasper laughed and said, “You
think I’m going to shoot you if you don’t do what I say.”
He stopped laughing so
suddenly the shift in mood was scarier than the gun could ever be.
Elijah knew his cousin
well, knew firsthand how much he loved to cause people pain. Jasper loved the
sight of blood, even his own. He was just about the only one on the Avery side
of the family that his mother would have anything to do with, and that was
because he had been a child. She had naively thought she would have some influence
over him if he was allowed to visit them at the resort every summer. His mother
thought all children were pure, innocent souls. That might be the case for most
kids, but not with Jasper. He was as evil as his father, and had always been
that way. When they were kids, Elijah had once walked in on his cousin cutting
his own arm. Elijah remembered the gash being long, large enough to leave a
scar from wrist to elbow. Jasper always wore long sleeved shirts, so Elijah
hadn’t seen the scar since they were teenagers. Elijah would never forget the
look on Jasper’s face. It was like he was thrilled at the sight of his own
blood, as if it was Christmas morning and he was opening a present.
“I’m going to make you
bleed if you don’t. It’ll hurt so much you’ll wish you were dead. Now, get your
ass in that club and get Finnigan O’Reilly. Now.”
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