Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

The secrecy grates on my last nerve.

We watch a few more races, and Tyson says, looking from me to Abigail, “What about you two?”

I’m going to push him over the cliff for even suggesting that, but her eyes already light up.

“No.”

She pats her chest in a mocking gesture. “Afraid of ordinary me?”

This word will be the death of me. I back her into the car. “Say it again.”

She opens her mouth, but I add, “And I will kiss you right here and now.”

She clamps her mouth shut.

“Thought so.”

“As if I’d let your dirty mouth anywhere near my skin.”

“If I win, I kiss you.”

“If I win, you’re going to delete that picture.”

“Deal.”

She revs her car, and her eyes turn sharp, tunnel vision style.

She reminds me of me when I didn’t care about anything but winning, and it almost killed me.

What happened, princess?

Whatever it takes, you’ll win this.

The checkered flag goes down, and I’m the first to take off. He’s not even trying to pass me, remaining on my right side just behind my side mirror for the entire race. When I speed over the finish line, I fly out of my car, my blood boiling. Shutting the door, I march straight to him.

Tapping at his window, I put my hands on my waist. What he did was disrespectful to racing.

His hands are glued to the wheel while he cocks his head to me. Those deep brown eyes of his suck me in. I stumble back at the intensity burning in them.

Fuck him, and fuck this.

He takes off, and loss settles heavily on my chest.

“Are you okay?” Blake asks, reaching me.

I shrug, and Blake says, “I knew why I liked the guy.”

“Thank you for your trust in my abilities.”

“And that’s the problem. Isn’t it, Abi? You would have done anything to win. He’s a professional race driver, and in this case, he proved he is more mature than you are.”

I pin him with a stare, and he says, “You’re changing and not for the better.”

“I’m changing? Me? What about you, huh? Why is this about me?”

“I worry about you.”

“You all need to just stop worrying about me.”