Take Me (Crimson Pack Trilogy Book 1)
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Take Me
Crimson Pack Trilogy
A. Lonergan
Night Shade Press, LLC
This book is dedicated to me. It’s dedicated to the girl I once was. The girl that loved bad boys and paid heavily for it over and over again. This book is dedicated to the broken me. The imperfect me. The me that needed to be loved in a very toxic world. Allyssa, you worked so hard to get to this place. Never forget that you deserve it all.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Also by A. Lonergan
About the Author
Chapter 1
Jade Rivers
The music thumping through the speakers did something to my insides. Every single party. Every single time. It made me feel a way I could never feel when I was at home, especially when I was alone. I closed my eyes and my body moved with the music. Every beat drop, every thrum, every note. I sighed with contentment. My body stayed with the tempo. Music was the only thing that could break me from my shy shell. It was the only thing that gave me the nerve to approach guys, especially the ones with the tattoos and piercings. It was the one thing in my lonely life that gave me something my parents couldn’t buy. It made me feel.
Tonight there was someone new. There was always someone new, but this one didn’t look like the bad boy type. No, this one didn’t pretend to be bad. His arms were covered which was a surprise for how hot it got in these parties. His face was clear from any piercings and his hair was cropped short. No, he didn’t look like the typical bad boy I went for. But he didn’t need to look dangerous, he felt it. Danger rolled off of him in giant waves, waves bigger than the music pulsing from the speakers. He held a beer in his hand but he didn’t take a sip from it. He watched the room with calculating eyes. Eyes that seemed cold when they finally landed on me. But cold was the last thing that I felt with his gaze washing over my body.
If it hadn’t been for the music wrapping around me, I wouldn’t have grinned at him. My lips stretched away from my teeth and I gave him the best smile I could muster. His dark brow inched up his forehead and he turned away from me. I ran my tongue over the front of my teeth as the smile disappeared. He wasn’t here to pick up women, he was here for something else. Something I couldn’t give him. Which was fine because there was a man at the other side of the room giving me the grin I had just tucked away. This one had a gold ring through his lip and his neck was covered in black, swirling tattoos. My heart skittered to a stop. I winked at him and closed my eyes as I continued to move to the music. Maybe he would get the hint, maybe not. Whether or not he did, it didn’t matter. I would carry on with my night and someone else would try to entertain me.
After a few seconds, the right amount of time it would have taken for him to get to me, I opened my eyes. I was ready to throw him a disappointed pout, except he was gone. And so was Mr. Danger that had been hanging out on the other side of the room with his untouched beer.
My Apple Watch dinged on my wrist and I groaned. I knew this was going to happen. I had wasted too much time scoping the guys out and not enough time making moves.
A text rolled through from my Dad- “Your car isn’t in the driveway. Don’t forget you still have a curfew while we are away.”
I pushed through the throngs of people bumping and grinding against each other. The front door was wide open and the lawn to this home was trashed with beer bottles and red plastic cups. I stepped over a passed out couple on the front steps. The cold metal of my car keys dug between my thumb and my pointer finger. I knew better than to walk to my car alone this late at night and not be prepared to fight. It had happened a few times. I liked to party alone and it had caused some of the worst types to take notice. Not in the ways I liked either.
The ones that followed you to your car in the middle of the night weren’t looking for something kinky, more like something permanent. Like death. My keys had saved my life more times than I wanted to count. You would have thought I would have come to learn not to go to parties alone anymore, but I kept coming back. Any rager was a good time, even if it meant a little danger in the process. After all, that thrill did pull me in.
But that was my problem, I had always been attracted to the bad boys. The bullies especially. The ones that had such a bad, wicked gleam in their eye that most people had the right mind to stay away. Not me. There was something about that sinful gleam that had me coming back for more each time.
This time had been a bust though. My parents had surveillance all around the house. They loved to know what their only child was doing while they went away on vacation. I didn’t mind, I preferred the solitude, but I didn’t exactly like the constant watch in the sky. When I did get to go on vacation with them, when I wasn’t at school, it was always enjoyable. In fact, I probably got into more trouble while we weren’t in our little university town. Parties were always better internationally.
The wet grass squashed under my boots as I found my car one street away from the party. The party I didn’t remember getting an invite to. I scratched my neck as I thought about it. How had I even learned about this party? It wasn’t like it was a secret but usually I could remember more about it like a text or a flyer that had been passed around after class or stapled to a door somewhere.
The music could still be heard from all the way over here, even after I got into my car and closed the door. I was surprised the police hadn’t been called yet.
My little beater car started up quietly and I pulled away from the street that was entirely too close to the university I attended. That was probably why the cops hadn’t been dispatched. There weren’t many people around here who cared, who weren’t at the party themselves, and the rest? They were probably too old to hear the music anyway.
When I pulled into my freshly pressure-washed driveway another text rolled through on my watch.
Mom- “Thanks for meeting curfew! Goodnight, I love you!”
r /> I narrowed my eyes at the doorbell camera. It was creepy that they knew everything. But they had grown up in a time that didn’t have all of this. They reminded me daily of the kind of peace it gave them to be able to see anything and everything on their property. One of these days I was going to figure out how to put it on a loop.
Chapter 2
Jade Rivers
Fire was all everyone could talk about come Monday. The party I had attended had turned more than rowdy after I had left. The upstairs bedroom had been ablaze while the rest of the house was untouched by it. The rumors swirled around me as I tried to pay attention in my classes and walk around on campus. No matter where I turned, everyone had something to say about what happened. No one knew anything according to the police. There were plenty of things that didn’t add up about it either, starting with the room being completely incinerated but the remnants of blood sprayed across the walls. How could they tell that if the room had burned so hot that they couldn’t identify bodies? The bodies had been burned so badly that all they could do was guess on who they were and go by eyewitness accounts. Neck tattoo boy had been one of the ones to go into the bedroom and never come out. At least that’s what the whispers said.
There didn’t look to be foul play but there wasn’t much to go off of. The police around campus knew a few students were into blood and fire play, and without a body, what could they prove?
I buried my hands in my hair as my history professor droned on about Ancient Egypt. It was usually my favorite topic but I couldn’t stop thinking about the guy from the party. If I had escaped with him that night, would he still have died or would we both be dead? A chill washed down my spine and I rubbed my hands down my arms to keep myself warm. I wasn’t usually cold in class, but something wasn’t right about what had happened at the party. Would this put a snag on others in the future? I felt guilty for even wondering that. But a girl had to get out and have a good time somehow. My professor cut his lecture short and laughed. It startled me from my thoughts.
“I always get so passionate about this!” He plucked his wire-frame glasses from his nose. “Your essays will be due next Monday. No class on Wednesday! Have a great week.”
I doubted I would be able to focus on any of it, my brain felt fried, which was weird enough. Usually after a good party, I felt rejuvinated and ready to crush all of my classes. I knew saving it for the weekend was a bust too. There was another party but this one was at one of the frat houses. An excited thrill washed through me as I read the text on my watch.
My friend Tracey from my math class texted me to tell me about it. I didn’t know if she was really a friend or just a fellow partier. But I didn’t mind. I enjoyed being let in on all of the school drama as well as the free booze that would come with the weekend. I didn’t always drink, but if Tracey was going to be there, I could let loose. I trusted her in a way I didn’t let myself trust others. I usually stayed away from others, but somehow she had managed to wiggle her way into my heart and life.
The rest of the week passed in a blur. I finished my essay at the library on Wednesday and forced myself to stop listening to the drama around campus about neck tat dude. It was bad enough he had been killed, but now no one would stop talking about it. His favored parking spot was full of flowers and art. After the first time I had walked past it, I decided I could park on the other side of campus. There was something about death that didn’t feel good. The thought of it always made me want to panic. With it being so close to me, I didn’t like it even more. It could have been me up there. How would my parents handle that?
Loss had never been something I had to go through, but I had seen enough movies to get the gist. Just one more day to the party and I could forget everything. I could get lost in the music again and hopefully find some hot company for the rest of the night. But it also meant that my nights would be cut short because my parents were coming home Sunday. That wasn’t something I wanted to think about either. That meant until their next vacation all they would want to do was stay up my butt. No late nights, no parties, and especially no boys. I missed them, but I liked having my freedom. I loved being able to go and do as I pleased with them only worrying about my curfew.
Thank goodness Tracey was going to be there and I could finally let it all go. I could finally party to my heart’s content. My last night of freedom for a little while. I could wait one more night.
I turned this way and that in the mirror. My hair was pulled up and away from my face. My clothes were as tight as I could manage. Tonight was going to be the night, the night I completely let go. It was time. I was going to find the guy that had danger coming off of him in tidal waves and I was going to kiss him. I was going to enjoy every single moment of this night. I was going to do what I could to seduce him. I deserved it, after all. It was like a treat for myself. I had finished my essay, I was making good grades, why couldn’t I just let it all go for one night? What could go wrong?
I took a sip from my silver flask. The whiskey burned all the way down but I loved the feeling. Just a few more minutes and Tracey would be here. My parents wouldn’t have a clue I was out and I would get to stay out all night. Possibly even until the morning if Mr. Danger was there tonight. I was counting on it. He was the prize that I would do anything to obtain. I tucked a pack of gum into my over the shoulder bag, an extra pair of panties, and my travel contact solution with the case. I was usually more careful than this. I didn’t go home with strangers. I didn’t drink when I actually got to the party and I always drove.
Tonight I was tossing caution to the wind. I was going to cut loose in every single way possible. I only had, maybe, one more year in this little college town. Graduation was right around the corner. I could practically taste it. I ran my hands down the front of my black leather skirt and readjusted the laces on my knee-high boots. My off the shoulder crop top clung to me like a second skin as I rushed down the stairs. The doorbell rang and I tugged at the hem on the shirt for a moment. This was the most risqué thing I had worn. I knew my parents would see me leaving and coming home. I couldn’t risk my parents actually knowing what I was doing. We had to be extra careful.
Tracey held up her backpack and spilled out her favorite lie. Just in case my parents listened over the doorbell camera like I knew they would. “You ready to study?”
She wore gray sweatpants with an oversized sweater. I didn’t know how she wasn’t sweating herself to death in the getup. But I also knew she was going to strip as soon as she was in the den. I kicked the door closed and smirked. The sweater came off first then she shucked the pants.
Under the pants were skintight black pleather leggings. A leopard tank top was tucked into them. She pulled her ponytail holder from her hair and light honey curls bounced around her shoulders. She shoved her clothes into her backpack.
“Where did you park?” I checked my reflecion in the mirror that was hanging in the hallway by the kitchen.
“Two streets over, just in case.” She winked as she put massive gold hoops in her ears. Her tan skin glistened like she had sprayed herself with a glitter mist. But I knew better, she always looked like a goddess. I envied her beautiful skin tone.
She smiled and the little gap between her front teeth flashed. “I can’t believe we have to do this to keep your parents off of your trail.”
I rolled my eyes. “Not everyone can be as lucky as you. You get to live in the dorms while my parents moved our entire home to the campus town and they’re hardly here to enjoy this massive home.”
She grimaced. “True, let’s get going,” She took a long sniff. “You pregaming without me?”
I tossed her the silver flask as we stomped up the stairs. It wouldn’t be easy to sneak out but I was determined. My parents had thought they didn’t need cameras on my side of the house because my window was practically impossible to get to. They loved to underestimate me. The locks clicked as I flicked them away from the window. The glass groaned as I shoved upward with all of my strength.
It had been a few months since I had opened it and it was in desperate need of some oil, but there was no way I was going to tell my father that. I would have to dig in the garage for it later. I had a feeling this was going to be a regular thing. Keeping a can of WD-40 under the bed would hardly be my worst sin.
The eave of the house was at least four feet from my window and then from there, it was another five-foot drop. The only problem was that the eave was at an angle. I had to kick off just right or I would completely miss it and fall the nine feet. I had done this a few times for practice. Just in case this moment arose, but that didn’t mean that my feet weren’t sweating just thinking about what was about to happen. I rolled my shoulders and relaxed my limbs before I swung my legs outside of the window and perched there.
If I didn’t get this right it could be very bad. I flexed my fingers on the window sill. Tracey grabbed my arm. “What? We are jumping to that?”
I nodded my head and shook her hand off. I had told her this wouldn’t be easy but she had insisted. I could have stayed in another night but she wanted to get me drunk too badly to wait a few weeks for my parents to leave again. I didn’t mind this. Adrenaline was the sweet drug coursing through my veins right now. I liked the feeling.