Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“It’s irrelevant now because we found out something worse. Felix has eyes everywhere. Our house has been constantly monitored, and I had to do something about that.”

“Kaden, what did you do?” I ask.

Bailey shows me a live feed of our house being hosed down with the help of firefighters. So someone set our house on fire. Intentionally.

“I told Dane something.”

I march in his face. “And you decided this behind my back. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

I have to go to Dane and see for myself that he’s fine when I know with everything in me that he’s not.

“We needed to get out of that house where we are being watched constantly,” Kaden says.

“There would have been another way.”

“There wasn’t.”

“And now what?” I ask, pacing around, unable to sit still until I know that Dane is okay.

“Now, we’re moving in with Hunter and Mia. I need to know what they’re planning.”

“You should care more about our escape plan. But let’s be honest, that’s secondary now. All you have done since Celine came back is try to find a way back to her.”

Kaden has the decency to keep his mouth shut.

“I have to find Dane.”

“I transferred ten million. This should help us in the beginning,” Bailey says.

“What we need is a damn miracle. Because we still can’t vanish; I still haven’t found anyone reliable to get us new identities,” Blake says.

“I don’t see you trying harder either,” I snap.

“I’m in this for the long haul, and you with your soft hearts will bring us all down,” he says and storms out.

Kaden looks at me and says, “You got yourself a mad one. I might even like Dane if he weren’t a loose cannon.”

I huff and leave as well.

After finishing my strength training, I grab the towel and dab the sweat away from my forehead. My plan to depletemy energy and drain my mind of thoughts of Abigail has failed. I’m still pumped up, and I’m still obsessively thinking of her.

My phone rings, and when I see who it is, I grumble yet pick up.

“Dane, my friend. I thought you should know that I put a ring on it. You see, Abi would always pick me.”

Kaden’s words detonate in my ears, blasting away my rationality. My worst nightmare just became my reality. Before my eyes, my world burns to a crisp, leaving behind ashes while I stand there in the middle of the wasteland, and I can’t do a thing but watch the carnage. That dark desire to destroy resurrects from the pits of hell I fought hard to keep buried and under control. The news shreds my sanity into pieces, and I don’t fucking care about anything but appeasing the anger.

An outlet. I need an outlet before I implode.

Fuck.

Putting on a hoodie, I run toward their college house, cloaked by the night. Slipping inside, I turn on the gas stove, leaving the burner on. Lighting up the decorative candle on the kitchen island, I slip out, making sure no one sees me coming or going.

Waiting behind a tree from a safe distance, I watch the flames flick to life, engulfing the kitchen and spreading throughout the house.

When the windows shatter, I walk away, letting this shit burn down like she burned me down with her decision. But I don’t feel calmer—on the contrary.

I get in my red sports car and drive toward the cliff. I sit at the edge of the cliff when a car stops, taking me from my mental warfare. Slipping out of her car, Celine approaches me, carrying a shadow of misery.