Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Yes, we’re done,” Kaden says.

“Celine has changed… we worked too hard…” I sigh, then add, “You did great tonight.”

“Grandmother still doesn’t trust us.”

“In this family, trust is the greatest luxury. None of us can afford that,” Blake says, leaning on his back, eyes pinned to the ceiling.

“She will be her eyes.”

Kaden nods, but I see the struggle there.

“You can’t trust her. And we’ve come too far for her to ruin our only chance to escape.”

He pats his chest, feigning hurt. “Thank you for your trust.”

“Shut up. We all know only Celine has that power.”

Kaden and I have just one weakness. And in our cases, they could be lethal. If I have to keep reminding him of that, then so be it.

He storms out, leaving me with Blake. We look at each other, neither of us wanting to voice our obvious concerns.

“Not enough fighting for you?”

“Abi, you’re one surprise away from exploding. Maybe you need your own coping mechanism.”

I flinch at the truth behind his words and return to my room.

In my bedroom, after I take a shower, I get in bed with my laptop, give in to my secret addiction, and search for Dane.

I zoom in on the pics and videos to analyze every micro gesture, as if his eyes and lips could tell me that I am still on his mind and in his heart.

I love seeing him content and doing what he loves and is meant to do. It reminds me my sacrifice has been worth it.

After his big win in Las Vegas, he climbs out of the car, pumping his fists up in celebration at the crowds who cheer for him behind the fence. On the podium, he sprays champagne along with the second and third place winners. He’s so cocky when he gives the interview, declaring he’s looking forward to winning the season’s last race.

The corner of his mouth tips up in a mischievous grin as he stares right at the camera, sending a shiver down my spine. I shut the lid, curl into bed with my sketchbook, and take out a pen to draw him.

***

The next morning, both Bailey and I prepare Celine’s room. While I hang the blue curtains—a peace offering knowing that’s her favorite color—Bailey arranges the duvet on her bed.

We eye each other, but we both remain silent and walk downstairs. We’re the first to arrive in the kitchen. I prepare myself a cup of coffee, and Bailey picks up a banana from the fruit basket on the counter.

Kaden steps inside, looking like he didn’t sleep all night.

“Kaden, I know how you feel about her, okay, but Celine is the Trojan horse.”

She came back for a reason. I don’t trust her intentions—and Grandmother’s motives even less.

Blake enters, going straight for the fridge and grabbing a protein shake. “We don’t know that for sure.”

“Are you both out of your minds? We’re risking our lives here,” I shriek, not believing them.

“Abigail, enough,” Kaden dares to say, and I purse my lips.

“Celine has to be hurt,” Bailey says, looking at Kaden with accusation.

“Don’t look at me like that. I did what I had to do to protect her,” he counters back.