Hellion a New Adult Romance Novel (The Rebel Series)

  Table of Contents

  Title page

  Copyright

  Other Books by Elle Casey

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Epilogue Notes

  About the Author

  Other Books by Elle Casey

  Acknowledgments

  COPYRIGHT NOTICE

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  OTHER BOOKS BY ELLE CASEY

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  NEW ADULT ROMANCE

  Shine Not Burn

  By Degrees

  Don’t Make Me Beautiful

  Rebel

  Hellion

  Trouble*

  Trainwreck*

  Hold Me Down*

  YA PARANORMAL ROMANCE

  Duality, Volume I (Melancholia)

  Duality, Volume II (Euphoria)

  YA URBAN FANTASY

  War of the Fae: Book 1, The Changelings - FREE!

  War of the Fae: Book 2, Call to Arms

  War of the Fae: Book 3, Darkness & Light

  War of the Fae: Book 4, New World Order

  Clash of the Otherworlds: Book 1, After the Fall

  Clash of the Otherworlds: Book 2, Between the Realms

  Clash of the Otherworlds: Book 3, Portal Guardians

  My Vampire Summer

  My Vampire Fall*

  Aces High (co-written with Jason Brant)

  YA DYSTOPIAN

  Apocalypsis: Book 1, Kahayatle

  Apocalypsis: Book 2, Warpaint

  Apocalypsis: Book 3, Exodus

  Apocalypsis: Book 4, Haven

  YA ACTION ADVENTURE

  Wrecked

  Reckless

  DEDICATION

  To Rascal.

  You opened up my eyes to a whole new world and I miss you more than I can say.

  CHAPTER ONE

  I HEAR THE FOOTSTEPS BEFORE the voice. It’s my cue to jump up off my bed and lock my door before she gets too close.

  “Quinlan! Where are you?”

  I love my mom to itty bitty pieces, but if I have to sit through another one of her lectures on proper role-modeling, I’m going to move out. I swear to God, I’ll do it. Now that Teagan, my best bud in all the land, has her own apartment, I actually have options. The fact that she always declines to take me up on my roommate offers means nothing. I can wear her down; I always do. Nobody’s a match for my determination. No one.

  “Quinlan?” My mom checks the door. “I know you’re in there. Listen, I need to talk to you about Jersey.”

  My little brother. One of the three siblings I’m supposed to be setting an example for. Luckily, he’s the only one still around much anymore. The twins are way too busy with their social lives to bother with family much.

  “I’m busy, Mom!” I shout through the door. “Homework!”

  “You’re out of school and you’re not taking summer courses. Open up.”

  Little does she know, I actually am in the middle of a big project. But I’m going to keep that information to myself because I know what her reaction will be.

  I get up and crack the door open. “Mom, seriously. I’m working on some financials right now and I need to focus.”

  “Financials? For what?”

  “Just a project one of my … uh … professors gave me at the end of the semester. Extra credit stuff.”

  She frowns. “How are you going to get extra credit for a class that already ended?”

  I roll my eyes and huff out an annoyed puff of air, as if she’s the stupid one. “Mom, would you give me a break, please? It’s not like I’m smoking crack in here or anything. I’m working.”

  “Jersey ate another chapstick.”

  I smile. “Jersey has a very versatile palate, what can I say? You should be proud he’s so out of the box.”

  She puts her hands on her hips. “Jersey is going to get poisoned one day with you leaving your crap all over the house. I need you to be more adult about how you conduct yourself where he’s concerned.”

  “Mom, I’m twenty-two. I am an adult.”

  “Adults don’t leave things around for babies to put in their mouths.”

  “Mom. Jesus. Wake up and smell the coffee. Jersey is twelve years old and obviously as dumb as a box of rocks. Time to stop blaming me for his half-a-brain.” I shut the door in her face and lock it again. I dance a little jig of glee and high-five myself because I know my choice of words is going to light her butt on fire. She knows I don’t mean them and that I’d lay down my life for the little turd, but it doesn’t mean I’m above yanking her chain whenever and however I can. Hot button … pressed. Whoop!

  “Quinlan! Open this door!”

  “I will if you stop riding my butt.”

  “Open it.”

  “I’ll tell Dad.”

  There’s a pause as she considers her next move. We both know what’ll happen if I drag him into the mix. He’s under no illusions that my little brother is going to be the next brain surgeon on the block. The kid’ll be lucky to graduate the sixth grade, and everyone’s on board with that fact, with the exception of my mom. And my father is not a huge fan of her always blaming everyone else for Jersey’s bullcrap, so she tends to do it out of his presence whenever possible.

  “You better be getting a lot of extra credit on that project,” she finally says.

  “Oh, I am. Believe me.” I’m going to help my best friend get her damn inheritance back if it’s the last thing I do this summer.

  “I need you to take Jersey to his doctor’s appointment later.”

  �€
œWhat time?”

  “Two o’clock. I have to go see his therapist and come up with another plan for him. I don’t think he’s responding very well to the one we have in place right now.”

  “Fine, I’ll do it. Now leave me be so I can concentrate.”

  “Quinlan?”

  Her sad voice makes me open the door. “Yes, mommy dearest?” I grin to take the sting out of our conversation.

  “Don’t call me that. I just wanted to ask you, in a calm and rational voice, to please be more careful about leaving tempting things out in the open where your brother can get his hands on them.”

  I lean out of the doorway with my lips puckered up to get a kiss. When she caves and gives me one, I smile. “Don’t worry, Mom. When I’m rich and famous I’ll pay to put him in a nice home.” I pull my head in and lock the door before she can get to me.

  “Quinlan! That’s not funny!”

  “Yes it is,” I say, going back to my bed. She and I both know I’d never do that, even if it would make everyone’s life a hell of a lot easier. My brother Jersey has the energy of three boys his age and only a very small percentage of their brain power, thanks to an accident on his way out of the birth canal. He’s hell on wheels, but we love him to death. The little shit is probably going to be my roommate when my parents get too old to handle him. And when that happens, I’m going to let him eat all the chapstick he wants. That stuff smells good. Besides, who hasn’t tried a little now and again? None of us ever died from it.

  “I’ll send him up,” she says, her voice fading as she walks down the hall.

  “Mom, no!” I shout, stumbling to the door. I throw it open in time to see her disappearing around the corner. “Mom! I have to work!”

  “You’re an adult. Adults work and take care of kids all the time.”

  “But he’s not my kid!”

  “Make it happen, Quinlan.”

  “Stop calling me Quinlan!” I slam the door shut and let the steam flow from my ears. Dammit. Foiled again. Now how in the hell am I going to get this report done in time for Teagan’s attorney appointment?

  CHAPTER TWO

  MY HEART NEARLY LEAPS OUT of my chest when the big boom hits. When I can breathe again, I jump from my bed and run to the door, opening it up. I expect to find complete disaster on my doorstep, but instead I just find Jersey in a pile, wearing a cape from three Halloweens ago. It’s way too small, but does that stop him? Hell no. He’d still be in his toddler-sized Ninja Turtle underwear if our mom hadn’t thrown them out last year. Jersey has a hard time letting go of the things he loves.

  He falls into my room, his head landing on my feet. “Hi, Sister,” he says, looking up at me, his expression pure innocence and mostly blank. He almost never smiles.

  “What are you doing, Jersey?”

  “Being invisible.”

  I sigh heavily. “Could you please go be invisible somewhere else? I’m really busy right now.”

  “Can you see me?” he asks, getting up on all fours and dog-walking into my room. He crawls under my desk and pulls the chair in as far as he can, trapping himself behind the legs.

  “Nope. You’re totally invisible. Where are you? In the kitchen? Oh, what a great idea. Why don’t you go to the kitchen?” I shut my door and go back to my bed, sitting against my headboard and putting my laptop back on my legs.

  “Dad said he can see me.”

  “Dad’s a damn liar.” I tap away at the keys, putting another bulleted point on the list of things I want the lawyer to see.

  “Dad’s a damn liar,” he says. “Dad’s a damn liar.”

  “That’s what I said. Don’t wear it out.”

  “Dad’s a damn liar.”

  I ignore him. It’s the only way to get him to shut up. He gets wound up with too much attention paid to him.

  “Mom’s a damn liar.”

  I can’t help but grin. “You should go tell her that.”

  “I’m not stupid, you know,” he says.

  I look up to find him frowning at me.

  “No one said you’re stupid. I’ve said you have half a brain, but that’s only an expression.”

  “What does it mean?”

  I sigh, feeling just a touch guilty. “It means you’re awesome cuz you’re not like other lame kids. Now can I please do my work?”

  “Dad’s a damn liar,” he says.

  “Yeah, I know.”

  “So is Mom. Mom’s a damn liar.”

  “Yep.”

  “I’m gonna go tell her.” He crawls out from under the desk. “I’m gonna go tell her right now.”

  “Good. Go tell her,” I say absently, not really paying attention to him. Another glitch in these stupid reports just jumped out at me and makes me want to slap myself for not noticing it earlier. It’s added another hour to an already too-long project that I need to have done by four o’clock.

  I’m alone for about five minutes before I realize that it’s way too quiet in the house. With four maniac kids and two loud adults at this address, it’s never ever this quiet, not even in the middle of the night. Jersey’s a sleep-walking maniac so we always have shit going on.

  My brain alarm goes off when the only thing I can hear is my bedside clock ticking. I didn’t even know that thing did that.

  “Jersey?” I look up and out into the little bit of hallway I can see from my bed. No answer.

  “Shit.” I put the computer down and wander out of my room, fully expecting my brother to be pressed up against a wall pretending to be invisible. He can be very determined when he’s in the mood. “Jersey? Where are you, punk? Stop fucking around.”

  My other brother and sister are at camp, so they’re nowhere around at this time of the day.

  “Jersey!”

  No answer.

  My blood pressure creeps up.

  After a quick search, I realize he’s not inside the house. I move out to the backyard. Anxiety settles in as I come to the conclusion that he’s not in his little clubhouse or the shed. The only thing left is the front yard and then the great big wide-open world out there, otherwise known as my mom’s worst nightmare. Jersey is ripe for the picking. Any kidnapper, molester, or run-of-the-mill murderer would take one look at him and yell Bingo! Cha-ching! Come to papa!

  For the first time in my life, I believe I’m getting a taste of what my mom deals with on a daily basis, and I don’t like it one bit.

  “Jersey!” I scream, as I run down the front stairs and out into the yard. “Where are you, Jersey?!”

  Old lady Ludke from across the street waves at me frantically and then points to the side of her house. Putting her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, she smiles.

  My heart-rate drops in half. Fucking Jersey. Thank God we have understanding neighbors. Living in the same place for twenty years has its benefits.

  I storm across the street, waving to her as I pick up the pace and jog over to the side of her house. Jersey’s there, his back pressed into her bushes, staring off into space.

  Invisible, my ass.

  There are two ways I can handle this. The first is tempting, where I grab him by the arm and drag him back home, lecturing him the entire way about giving me a damn heart attack. The other is more of a pain in the ass, but seeing him standing there with that ratty-ass cape over one shoulder and dirt smudged across his cheek is just too much. I’m left with no choice.

  I look away instead of manhandling him and stare off into the back yard. “Jeeeeerseeeeey? Where aaaare youuuuuu?” I walk right past him towards Mrs. Ludke’s back yard.

  He giggles, but I keep going.

  “Jeeerseeeyyy! I can’t see you if you’re invisible! You have to talk to me! I don’t want you to get left outside all day!” The evil part of my personality decides to join in the fun. I’m never one hundred percent angel, ever. “I’d hate for that lion that’s been roaming around the neighborhood to find you when he’s hungry. You know how much they like to eat little boys.”

  The leaves in the
bushes rustle as I reach the gate leading to the backyard. “I’ll check this yard and then I guess I’ll have to call the police. And the animal control people, just in case the lion is nearby.”

  Little footsteps come up behind me, but I pretend to be busy with the gate latch.

  “Boo!” he yells, poking me in the back with a pointy finger.

  “Ack! Mother fucker!” I spin around and grab for him, but he’s too fast.

  He takes off, shrieking the entire way, across the neighbor’s lawn and ours too before disappearing inside the house.

  I’m out of breath as I follow behind, half of my energy spent waving to Mrs. Ludke, the other half getting control of my heartbeat.

  Ten minutes later I’ve finally got him locked in my room with me and happy enough to settle down and let me work.

  “Tastes good,” he says, licking his lips.

  “Yeah. Yummy. Just don’t bite it. Put it on, lick it off. That’s how it works. That’s how the cool kids do it.”

  He lifts the grape chapstick to his lips. “Put it on …,” he smears it all around his mouth about ten times, “…lick it off.” The licking part is kind of nasty, but as long as I don’t look directly at him, I’m fine.

  My fingers fly across the keys as I finish up my report. All the while I’m working, I follow the rhythm set by my little brother …

  “Put it on … lick it off … put it on … lick it off…”

  CHAPTER THREE

  THE BURBLING OF THE ENGINE outside jerks me out of my computer fog. Snatching the papers off my printer, I don’t even spare a glance at Jersey on my way out. “Stay here, turd breath. I’m going to see Teagan outside for a couple minutes.”

  “Put it on … lick it off ...”

  Two people are getting out of her Beetle by the time I get to the front porch. I fully expect to see her boyfriend with her, but instead am pleasantly surprised to see his younger brother, Mick. Holy hotness.

  I put on my coolest expression and add a little sway to my groove, slowing down my arrival so he can fully appreciate it. I know I shouldn’t be trying to catch his attention like that, but I can’t help myself. He makes me want to drop my panties right here on the sidewalk. I have a slight addiction to tattoos and bad attitudes, and he fits the bill perfectly. Plus, he’s gainfully employed, so that’s just a bonus.