Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

I should have never returned. Plucking my phone from my jeans, I see the notification of not only that picture of her but also her location. I activated a tracking location app, and when I see they got home safe, I breathe again.

I go in search of Alec and point at the mess. “You’re cleaning up.”

“A cleaning crew comes tomorrow.”

“Just no more parties.”

“I got that.”

“Look, man. I have history with this place, with her…”

“So that was her, huh?”

I offer a strained nod.

“What did you say to her?”

“A bunch of fucking lies.”

***

Abigail has been ignoring me for the last five days, punching me straight in the chest. I can’t take it anymore. It’s Friday night, and my restlessness is unbearable.

I deserve the silent treatment, but just to egg her on, I send her a text.

I have something of yours.

She leaves it on read and doesn’t reply.

As my wallpaper.

I send it to her and then change the damn wallpaper because I would slaughter anyone who saw her like this.

Keeping worthless things in such a high regard…

At least she answered. I gulp down the bile of guilt that rises and gives in to the weakness, opening the tracking app. What can I say? Everybody has a vice. Mine happens to be her.

Maybe I should give her a dose of her own medicine. How would she feel if I appeared with Celine holding hands? But that won’t work because Celine is in whatever situationship with Hunter.

I’m watching the dot moving. Where are you going, princess?

When I recognize the place, I put on some jeans, a black shirt, and my leather jacket.

I get into my car and speed toward the cliff, only to find several cars aligned next to it.

Abigail jumps into a guy’s arms. How many do I have to compete with for this woman? I swear, they spring up like fucking poppies.

What kind of guy is Kaden, that he lets his supposed girlfriend be swallowed by the arms of another? If she were mine, the guy would need prosthetic limbs by now. But as I look around, Kaden is nowhere in sight.

When I approach them, Abigail, Blake and the other guy stare at me.

Blake leans against the hood of his car.

“Why are you here? Are you stalking me again?” she asks.

“Sweetheart, be reasonable.”

She digs her nail into my chest and flicks a strand of her hair. “You know what? Enjoy the show.”