Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

Blake finishes his protein drink and discards it in the trash. He turns to Kaden, crossing his arms over his chest. “You see, bro. You should have done that for me. I would have built you a fucking thank you statue.”

I lift my arms in the air. “We’re so over your suicidal tendencies. Grow the fuck up,”

When he storms out, Kaden says my name with a hint of warning.

“What? We all had to sacrifice. This will end badly,” I say and stomp back upstairs. Propping my hip against the windowsill, I see a black Mercedes Coupe parking in front of our college house.

Celine gets out wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, her light-brown hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, carrying a newfound confidence that strengthens my belief she has changed.

Time to play my fucked up role. I’m sorry, Celine.

I move to the hallway, and from the top of the stairs, I open my mouth. “Honey.” That term of endearment makes me wanna throw up in my mouth, but I keep my poker face on.

Celine looks from me to Kaden, her eyes squinting.

“Make yourself at home. Abi is waiting for me,” Kaden says.

We enter his bedroom, and he grips the edge of his desk. It might crack any second. Kaden expels a long breath. It’s a sad, disheartened sound.

“She hates me, Abi.”

“That can’t be. I won’t believe it.”

“Then you didn’t hear what I heard. You didn’t see what I saw.”

“Kaden, she’s hurt and thinking you betrayed her. Let’s not forget the issue of us.”

“I don’t trust her. Do you have any idea how fucking soul crushing it is not to trust the person you love? But I have to keep her safe.”

“And that’s what we’ll do, whatever it costs us.”

Going to my room, I leave the door ajar, hearing Bailey showing Celine to her room on the right side of the staircase. I stay away, knowing I am the last person she would like to see after the show I put on.

It feels like I’m hiding in my room when I hear Celine running down the stairs. Curious, I go downstairs, my other three friends are already in the hallway. A girl and a guy flank Celine as they walk inside. The girl is a petite brunette with silver eyes. The guy carries a dangerous aura, sharing the same eye and hair color as her. They must be the friends Celine was talking about.

“You two forgot even the most basic rules of human decency and manners. Hi, excuse them. I am Mia, and this is my brother, Hunter,” she says.

I like her for saying that. I take her hand in mine and say, “Abigail.”

Bailey’s cheeks turn a pinkish color when she sees Hunter, and Blake’s eyes sweep over Mia, who swallows nervously. Kaden and Hunter shake hands, and I suppress my amusement when Hunter’s jaw tics. I guess Kaden is trying to make a point.

“Let me show you my room,” Celine says to her friends.

When they are out of earshot, Blake states the obvious. “She has a plan of her own.”

“Kaden, this is not good. She’s not the same. She left one way and turned into this version. Celine doesn’t even care that we see it because she knows how to behave around Grandmother. Why would she do that?”

“I don’t know, but I will find out.”

I follow Kaden into his room. He sits on the edge of the bed with his face between his hands.

“I need to be alone.”

“And how would being alone help you? Letting guilt kill you as if it hasn’t done that every day, bit by bit. I wouldn’t want to be alone…”

“I thought… she…”

I place a hand on his shoulder, wanting to comfort him.