Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

Grandmother looks at Bailey intently but not with the usual apathy. I can’t believe Celine put her on display like that.

“Bailey is quiet, unassuming. The weapon no one would see coming.”

“Bailey.”

“Yes, Grandmother?”

“Stay the weekend as well.”

I watch the grandfather clock. It ticks and ticks toward my doom day. Moments like this one show me I can’t change anything. Maybe if I accept my destiny, the struggle will end. The thought only makes me more miserable.

When we say goodbye, Grandmother says, “I know you kids already live together. You have my blessing to do the same here.”

“Thank you so much. It’s hard being apart, even for a night,” I say. Even to my ears, that rang a bit more cheerfully than I had planned. It is a testament to the fact that I have to leave now before I have a complete breakdown.

“I won’t mind if you make me a great-grandmother,” Grandmother says.

I look at Celine and Kaden, remembering the whole drama with the morning-after pill Kaden wanted Celine to take.

“Oh, Grandmother, we’re too young. We haven’t even finished college yet,” I say. You have the wrong girl. If someone is going to be the mother of his children, it’s going to be Celine or no one.

“Wedding next year, then children right after you finish college.”

Every muscle in my body tenses. That was an order.

“Of course,” Kaden and I parrot at the same time, being dutiful little soldiers.

Grandmother finally excuses us, and Kaden and I dart out of the house together.

I can’t seem to get a grip on my emotions or my body as we approach my car. I shake badly, needing a few tries to start the engine.

“Abi, pull yourself together. Meet me at my place.”

I nod, the first tears falling as I follow him in my car to his childhood home.

Inside the foyer, he switches the light on. I’m right behind him, and he closes the door.

“Kaden… I… that…” I can’t marry him, and even less have his baby. If I can’t have those with the man I love, I refuse to have those with anyone else.

“We’ll find a way.” He reassures me.

Inside the living room, I drop on the couch, my legs unable to carry me a moment longer. Kaden goes to the bar and comes with two glasses and a bottle of whiskey.

“He… I mean…”

“By the end of this year, we’ll be somewhere else.”

“Promise?”

“I swear.”

“What if—?”

“Celine can’t be pregnant. She just can’t.”

“You hurt her…”

“I would hurt her time and time again to keep her alive.”