Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“You feel so strongly about the move. Let’s hope it brings you the peace of mind you want.”

The moment the driver parks, I’m out and bolt through the mansion’s entrance door.

My little sister squeals as she jumps into my arms. My mom is in the kitchen preparing breakfast and smiling at us fondly.

Jasmine pouts, almost squeezing my neck with how tight she holds me. “I want to come with you.”

Her pout is my kryptonite.

“When did I say you can come with me?”

She points all ten fingers at me and sighs dramatically. This girl has a future as an actress.

“But it’s six years away. I’m going to be old by then.”

My father chuckles while I put her down and each of us takes a seat around the table, enjoying family breakfast.

Afterwards, my family accompanies me to the car. My mom sniffles beside it, and I hug her. “Mom, you act as if I’m going to war.”

She cries even harder, and I add, “I will stay out of trouble, enroll in a few classes while I’m there, and train to be the best racer this world has ever seen.”

“I’m visiting you and soon.”

I look at my dad for help, but he shrugs.

If they want to check on me, that’s fine. I gave them enough reasons to worry over the years. I guess two years of behaving with no episode is not enough.

My best friend greets my parents and then hops in. I get into my limited-edition beast of a supercar, the Mustang GTD, and follow the truck transporting my race car.

I will have a packed program, from training for the last race of the season to classes thrown into the mix. I won’t have time to get crazy.

It’s a long drive, but I need every mile to prepare myself mentally to see Abigail again and know that I made the right decision.

When the team reaches the track outside Greenville, the crew and I check on the race car, and then go through my training plan.

I’m off tomorrow, and I hate free days. My brain always catches on the pauses to give me shit.

When I reach the mansion, the moment I step inside the foyer, I swear her sweet floral smell still lingers. My gaze sweeps over the spacious living room, where a fireplace adorns the right wall. Memories assault me, and I can’t make myself take another step.

It’s my home, yet strangely, it feels more like hers. The original woodwork was restored and used in the renovations, creating a homey ambiance.

“Hey, man. What’s wrong?” Alec asks.

“Nothing.”

Up the flying spiral staircase, I show him to a guest room.

My feet carry me back down into the living room. Dark floors and green walls mix with the cream furniture, topped by black and golden lights. The entire house has been designed with an earthy color scheme. I can still see Abigail giving herself to me—for a while, a short while. In the spot where we made love, a big velvet couch now rests. Shaking myself, I turn on the TV and start a video game.

“You’re getting destroyed,” my best friend says, coming inside.

“You wish.”

Each of us tries to win the game, and we play until my stomach rumbles.

The drive and the exhaustion have caught up to me.

With the season’s final race approaching, I need to be well rested. I can’t afford to screw up when I’m this close to another series win.