Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Biochemistry.”

“Looking to create a new drug?”

“Maybe. What about you?”

“Business.”

Before we part, he says, “We have a lot more on our plate than we need. One surprise was enough this week. Just do your thing but stay out of ours.”

“I can’t promise that.”

When I turn, I bump into a girl.

“Watch where you’re going,” she grumbles, looking so tense she might snap at any moment. She reminds me of me. That anger holding her in its claws.

She lets out a disgruntled sound when a black Porsche and a BMW park next to each other.

“I can’t believe them,” she snarls.

When Abigail steps out of the car, nothing in me is prepared to face the volcano erupting inside of me, burning up everything in its wake.

The girl elbows me. “Yes, Ms. Perfect-Beautiful, but also the one who goes behind your back and ends up with your man. You wouldn’t stand a chance. So stop looking at her like she’s everything you want.”

That right there are all the signs I need to know that this is personal.

The asshole gets out of his BMW. Abigail and Kaden move together in that fucking perfect harmony they have.

I should get in my car, drive as far away as I can, and never return.

The girl gasps, staring Kaden down. “The traitor.”

It’s as if she conjured his attention because when Kaden looks at her, then at me, he does a double take. Abigail follows his gaze and freezes.

“I could wrench both their necks,” she says.

I thought I had anger issues, but I think I just met my match.

Our eyes lock in a four-way stare, and a thought flashes in my head.

“You’re Celine.”

She whips her head to me. “How do you know that?”

A smirk stretches my lips. “We’re going to be great friends.”

Celine looks at me with brows furrowed, then walks away. Kaden watches her with his gaze brimming with longing.

I don’t care. I don’t fucking care. I chant in my head not to go there and snap his neck. If Abigail prefers to be second, it’s her thing. Whatever. Not my problem. I don’t fucking care.

They approach me, signaling their unity for the millionth time. I would burn it to ashes and enjoy the carnage. With every minute here, the cap to my bottled emotions loosens.

“What are you doing here?” Abigail asks, her voice raising to a high pitch only to crack.

I look at my nails, ignoring them.

“The rule you should have respected the first time around still goes. And this time, if you don’t follow it, there will be consequences,” Kaden says.

“So you say.”