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BELLS
THE BOYS OF CHAPEL CREST
A PREQUEL
BOOK 0.5
K.G REUSS
Copyright © Bells: The Boys of Chapel Crest 2023 by K.G Reuss
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CONTENTS
Foreword
1. Sin
2. Bells
3. Sin
4. Bells
5. Sin
6. Bells
7. Church
8. Sin
9. Bells
10. Sin
11. Bells
12. Bells
13. Sin
14. Church
15. Sin
16. Church
17. Sin
18. Bells
19. Sin
20. Church
21. Bells
22. Sin
23. Bells
24. Church
25. Bells
26. Sin
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by K.G Reuss
FOREWORD
Dearest Reader
You are about to embark on the story before Sirena. This tale is dark in nature. Please know your limits. At Chapel Crest, there are none. Anything and everything goes. Visit www.kgreuss.com for more information.
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Welcome to THE BEFORE.
Happy Screaming.
-K
SIN
“I don’t like her,” Stitches said, glancing over to the blonde at the table next to us. She was staring down at a book and completely ignoring us.
“Not really your call,” I muttered to him as she popped a pretzel into her mouth. “She likes me. I’m trying to get my shit sorted. She listens.”
Church scoffed next to me. “She sucks your dick. That’s about the only communication you two have with one another.”
I gave him the finger, which made Ashes snort from beside Church who simply gave me a look that said he didn’t give a fuck one way or the other what I did or why I did it.
We were students here at Chapel Crest. Or patients. I supposed it depended on how you looked at it. Chapel Crest was a fucking asylum academy, and I’d never let anyone tell me differently. We were all a million shades of fucked up here. There was a medical ward on campus where many of us went for therapy or an extended vacation if we lost our shit. It’s where meds were handed out like candy and religion over science choked you.
If the pills wouldn’t cure you, God would.
At least that’s how it seemed to be here. Religion was a fundamental study for us all. It was the core of treatment and the core of recovery.
Good boys and girls who don’t lose their shit and kill people got to go to heaven.
The rest of us got to go to Chapel Crest.
Our headmaster was a practicing doctor and a complete fucking cocksucker we hated. I knew the fuck was into experimental treatments and probably other shady business, but I’d never be able to prove it. None of us would unless we slipped and fell hard and ended up admitted into the medical side.
“I’m not saying it’s my call, Sinclair. I’m saying I don’t trust her. She’s fucked up even more than we are,” Stitches said, bringing me back to the moment as I stared at her from my seat. “I’m just trying to save your fucking heart, asshole. And your sanity.”
“Ah, fuck sanity,” Church said, getting to his feet and heaving his orange across the courtyard. It smashed into the side of Danny Linley’s face. He immediately reached for his bleeding nose and stumbled away from where he was sitting.
Church looked back over at us and grinned, his blond hair falling into his eyes. “He was playing with his cock under the table over his pants. Fuck that guy. I’m trying to eat my hot dog here. He was ruining the fucking experience for me."
Stitches let out a huff of laughter. “Rumor has it he fucked some passed out chick at a party and got sent here instead of jail time because his old man is loaded.”
“Aren’t you into fucking the unconscious?” I asked, finally looking to Church who didn’t look the least bit ashamed of who he was. Church was dark and twisted, much like the rest of us. He didn’t display many emotions, at least not ones that brought warm and fuzzy to mind. If he could hurt it, smash it, break it, or kill it, that was what he’d do.
He leveled his green eyes on me. “The difference between Danny Linley and me is that the chick would fuck me awake and scream no to him.”
Stitches jerked his thumb at Church. “He’s got a point. If she’d fuck you awake, she’d fuck you sleeping. It’s science.”
I rolled my eyes at the two nut jobs as they high-fived.
I got to my feet, my sights set on the blonde.
“Be careful,” Ashes said, his blue eyes roving over to the girl I was eyeing.
Isabella.
A complete fucking basket case, but she fucked and sucked and that’s what I needed. I’d say she checked all my boxes. I liked her a hell of a lot, and I wasn’t about to just overlook that since I never felt shit for girls before. Because of the way being with her made me feel, I kept at it, hoping maybe she was the cure for all the bad shit in my life.
“Fuck being careful,” I said, turning to grin at my friends. The watchers. My ride or die posse. We ruled this place with an iron fist and giant cocks. No one fucked with us.
“Atta boy!” Stitches shouted. “Go get mentally fucked up. You need more of that.”
I shook my head and gave him the finger as I walked away from our table. The moment I was at Isabella’s table, a smile spilled onto my face.
“Hey, Bells,” I said, grinning down at her.
“Sin,” she answered in her silky voice, her dark eyes trailing over me. I liked her blonde hair spilling around her the way it was. Made it fun to twist my fingers in.
I nodded my head slightly. A playful smile spread over her pretty face as she got to her feet and followed me.
Lead me not into temptation but deliver me from evil.
A-fucking-men for crazy pussy.
BELLS
Sin pinned me to the wall, his gray eyes filled with lust. We’d found an empty room in the Bible studies area moments before. I smiled coyly up at him, knowing exactly how boys like him worked. He wanted it all and thought he could have it with me.
He was sexy enough that I was interested in trying. It helped pass the time in this fucking prison. He was good to me. Maybe not as good as I deserved, but he was a watcher and one of the best this place had to offer.
Plus, I needed him to get to what I really wanted.
He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist before he slid his latex-sheathed cock deep inside me, earning a soft groan from my lips.
“Why’d you wear the condom?” I breathed out as he filled me. “I’m on the pill.”
“We’re all on a lot of pills, Bells,” he answered gruffly, thrusting into me.
I moaned softly, taking all of him. Sin knew how to fuck, and I relished in every moment he gave me.
“I hate the way it feels,” I said between kisses. His tongue clicked against my teeth in our fervor.
I knew we were playing it safe. Neither of us needed to have a kid, but feeling his warmth deep inside me would have made these moments even better.
“Me too,” he grunted, giving my asscheek a squeeze.
He didn’t say anything else as he continued to plunder my pussy, dragging an orgasm from my body as I clenched around his long, thick, pierced cock.
Pierced cock.
I loved that about him. Tatted and pierced. Violent. And angry. I loved that he was angry.
I was angry too.
“Harder,” I rasped, tangling my fingers in his blond hair. It had fallen out of the man bun he kept it in and cascaded around his shoulders.
He obliged my demand and fucked me so hard it hurt.
I winced before crashing my lips against his, earning a hiss from him when I bit his bottom lip. His fingers dug deeper into my asscheeks, making me whimper as he forced another earth-shattering release from me.
I cried out his name as I came hard on his cock.
His feral groan echoed around us as his release jetted out of him, leaving us both breathless.
He pulled out of me and placed me on my feet. I quickly adjusted my panties and let my skirt down as he tugged his condom off and tossed it into a trash can nearby before tucking his cock back into his pants.
“Mm, Sin,” I cooed, dragging him back to me. “You’re so fucking good.”
He smirked down at me. “You’re not too bad yourself. I like when you come on my cock.”
I laughed softly and licked my lips. “Can I come on your cock later tonight?”
“Absolutely.”
I s
“I don’t mind if your friends want to watch us. I know they fuck girls together—”
“You’re my girl, Bells,” he said firmly, his gray eyes flashing with the violence he kept so carefully caged. “You’re not just one of the many who parade through our bedrooms. That means something to me.”
I jutted out my bottom lip. “Promise you aren’t fucking any of those girls? Melanie?”
“I’m not fucking any of them,” he said, eyeing me. “And I don’t plan on it.”
“Do you watch?” I studied him for a response.
He sighed. “I haven’t in a long time. I have you. I don’t need to watch or participate.”
I was treading into dangerous territory.
“Don’t you ever just want to share me though? Maybe with Church?”
His eyes darkened, and he backed away from me. I reached for him, but he slapped my hands off him.
“No, I don’t fucking want to share you with Church,” he snapped at me. “What the fuck, Isabella? What is your obsession with my friends? Am I not good enough or something?”
“Of course you’re good,” I said, reaching for him again. He scowled but didn’t push me away this time.
“What about you?” he grunted, glaring down at me. “Are you fucking any of the guys following you around like lost puppies here?”
I bit my bottom lip and stared up at him. “No.”
He studied me for a moment, his features not as hard as they’d been moments before. “Promise, Bells?”
I frowned. I hated when he got needy and weak. His personality disorder left him all over the damn place. Most of those places I enjoyed just because they brought me joy. This one I didn’t. At least not today. I wasn’t in the mood for games.
“Sure. Yes. Promise,” I said, pulling away from him. “You have the best cock I’ve seen on campus, so why would I want anything else?”
“You’re just. . . I don’t know. You act like you want Church,” he mumbled.
Dante Church was gorgeous. All the watchers were. Tons of girls in this hellhole fantasized about them. Especially Church.
He only ever looked through me, not at me. I hated that. It pissed me off. He ignored me most of the time unless he was telling me to get the fuck out of the house they shared on campus. When I’d started seeing Sin, it was in the hopes I’d get closer to Church. It hadn’t happened, and I’d made do with Sinclair Priest. He was delicious and toxic. His brand of insanity was fun for me. I liked stirring his pot and making him crazier.
I was certain he enjoyed doing the same to me.
“I care about you,” Sin murmured. “You know that, right?”
“Can people like us feel those emotions?” I asked, peering up at him from beneath my long lashes.
“I feel them,” he confirmed softly. “When I’m with you.”
“Ugh.” I pushed him away.
“Bells, for fuck’s sake.” He sighed. “Why are you like this?”
I pulled out my compact and applied more lip gloss to my lips. “Like what?”
“Just when I think we’re getting close, you push me away.”
I smacked my lips together and put my stuff into my purse and turned back to him.
“I care about you too,” I said, liking and loathing the moment.
It was the fear in his eyes that got me. The want. The desire. But the fear that he’d lose me since he’d already lost so much in his life, from his father committing suicide in front of him and trying to take him with him to his mother tossing his ass into this asylum academy. That fear he seemed to have that no one wanted him made me desperate for his attention, even if he wasn’t what I truly wanted.
But the weakness that came with it turned me off. The pleading. The hurt look on his face. I hated all that. But god, I fucking loved to watch him crumble. I suppose that said a lot about who I was, but it didn’t matter. I liked to do what made me feel good.
He reached for me again and drew me into his arms. “I’m not him.”
I stiffened in his hold before shoving him away. “Don’t fucking talk to me about him!”
He remained wordless as I glared at him. He always liked to point out my daddy issues. It led to a fight every single damn time. I’d been with Sin since the start of the new academic year here. Several months of this was enough to drive me over the edge.
“Don’t ever fucking talk like that to me again.”
“OK. I won’t.” He held his hands up in surrender.
I was over this shit.
“Thanks for making me come,” I muttered, pushing past him.
“Bells, come on—”
I didn’t hear the rest of what he said because the door slammed shut behind me, and I left him there, my body trembling.
The last thing I wanted to talk about was him.
My father.
The man who sold my virginity for a line of coke. Who demanded he got to watch as part of the payment.
The one who hurt me so badly that it landed me in this fucking hell.
I’d regretted telling Sin about him moments before I’d finished the story of my life. It was one of the few times I’d ever opened up. Of course, I’d left out who my guardian was since it would ruin a lot of things I was trying to obtain. I’d been sworn to secrecy long ago on it, and there was no way I’d betray his trust. My guardian. The man who knew how to touch me and make me feel something real.
I made it a point to never speak of my past again though. Not to Sin, at least.
Maybe not to anyone.
SIN
Ashes danced around the burning barrel, his blue eyes wild through the flames as he tossed more stuff inside.
“He’s happy,” Stitches said, taking a hit off his joint. He blew out the smoke and passed it to me.
I took it and inhaled a drag, relishing in the high as it blanketed me.
“He’s always fucking happy when he’s setting shit on fire,” I muttered, handing the joint off to Church.
“It’s kind of beautiful,” Church said softly. “I suppose we all have our things, don’t we? Shit that keeps our insanity at bay.” He took a hit off the joint. “I like gutting cute little forest creatures. Stitches likes beating the fuck out of people.”
“And walls,” Stitches added, taking the joint from Church and finishing it off. “Don’t forget those.”
“And walls.” Church nodded. “Ashes has fire. And counting. He definitely counts a lot. Can’t figure out why he’s so shit at math though.”
Stitches snickered as Ashes let out a loud whoop of joy and threw a tire into the flames. We came here off campus to his special spot in the middle of nowhere Michigan every weekend so Ashes could set shit on fire. It really did keep him sane. He was a pyro. He had control issues with it. He was like an addict. If he didn’t get a fix, he’d completely lose his shit and probably burn the house down. . . with us in it. He tended to go off the deep end when it came to fire.
“And Sin.” Church raised a brow at me. “Is self-loathing a thing?”
“It’s my fucking thing,” I grumbled.
Church flashed his wicked grin at me. I shook my head and let out a laugh.
“I fucking suck, man. What can I say?” I shrugged.
“To be fair, you do spend a lot of time being a pain in the ass. Always pissed off. You’re a fucking grouch.” Stitches gave me a playful shove. “When are you going to lighten the fuck up?”
“He seems a hell of a lot lighter than he usually is,” Church said. “It’s Isabella’s pussy, isn’t it? What is it like burying yourself inside a self-absorbed narcissist with daddy issues?”
“I don’t know. I haven’t fucked you yet,” I shot back.
“Nice.” Church gave me a sour look. “Prick. For the record, I’d be bending you over, Sinclair, not the other way around.”
