Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“I’m sorry,” I say, swallowing all the rage until I become one with it. I let that feed life back into me to exact my revenge.

“I apologize for my behavior. I never intended to hurt the Family.”

They exchange a pleased look, buying my act. That is all that matters. I keep pushing back the emotional pain, refusing to give them more of me.

“Good. Welcome to the Family. The matriarch awaits you. Get ready to pledge your loyalty.”

Felix hands me a letter. It bears the family crest: an eagle with spread legs, its claws digging into a round globe.

The matriarch awaits you at 11 a.m. today.

Felix pats me on the cheek, welcoming me to the Family.

I nod, devoid of reaction while Caleb instructs someone to take care of my wound, cleaning and bandaging my wrist with a transparent tape.

My heart died and in my chest is just a black cavity.

A woman takes me to another room, where on the bed lies a white knee-length dress with full sleeves. After I take a shower, I get dressed, and she styles my hair before putting a bit of makeup on my face.

Two masked men walk me through long corridors until we reach an elevator.

In the garage, Felix leans against his SUV, and in his hand, I see a black mask.

“Put that on.”

I do the moment I climb inside.

We don’t drive for long, or maybe I don’t have any sense of time left.

“You can take the mask off.”

He parks in front of Grandmother’s mansion, a smug expression etched on his face. I want to claw at it with my bare fingers until I reach bone.

When Thomas opens the door, we turn right down the long hallway toward her sitting room. Grandmother sits in her armchair, sipping from a cup of tea. Behind her, I see her beloved rose garden through the window.

Felix dips his head, and on autopilot, I go to her, bending from my waist to kiss her hand.

“You can go now,” she tells him.

When it’s just the two of us, she says, “Do you pledge your loyalty to me and the Family?”

“I do.”

She nods, accepting my pledge.

“You’re not well, Abigail,” she says with a hint of worry but more disappointment.

“I’m sorry.”

“You live for this Family and that means your health is paramount. I will send you away to an eating disorder treatment center. You will return when they give me the okay.”

“What about my classes?”

“You will resume your classes from there.”

I obey.

Present Day