Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Dane.”

“Celine.”

“You have a short fuse.”

I look over the cliffs, fisting my hands at my sides.

“An engagement present for those two. Yet, I’m still not fucking feeling better. Why did you come here?”

“It looks peacefully dangerous, and I am in desperate need of…”

“Of forgetting? I have the perfect idea.”

If putting things on fire can’t calm me, maybe racing will. I jerk my chin toward my car, and for a moment, Celine’s face lights up as she accompanies me toward it.

“Buckle up.”

I start the engine, and with my foot on the accelerator, I take off. Speeding as fast as I can, I hope the adrenaline kicks in so I can forget this fucking night and focus on something else.

I watch the speedometer hit the maximum limit. The ocean passes me by in a blur as I complete another lap. Pulling at my gear stick and flooring the gas at the same time, I end up doing a donut. Tires screeching, dust swirls around us.

“Wow. Can we do that again?” she asks.

I continue speeding, doing one lap after another until I am exhausted and finally park the car.

“This night turned from shitty to bearable,” she says through a yawn.

“Same.”

“Give me your phone number.”

I type my number into her phone. “Wanna do this again?”

“Yes.”

Celine hugs me and then leaves.

Afraid I will drive myself off the cliff, I drive back home. Parking the car, I throw my head back against the headrest. There’s nothing left of me but desolation.

My phone keeps ringing. It’s Abigail. Glad she insists when she wants something. Well, I fucking refuse to give her anything more. Even though I knew this day would come, I didn’t want to accept it. Like the stupid idiot I am, I let myself believe.

A tap on the window pulls me from my train of thought, and I get out. My father and I both lean against the side of my car.

The wind ruffles the leaves in the trees, accompanying the owls hooting. I close my eyes for a second, inhaling the fresh forest’s scent into my lungs, wishing for quiet and peace.

“I was getting worried,” my father says.

“I’m fine, Dad.” I’m just numb now.

“Were you with Abigail?”

I shake my head, and he must see the sadness I’m not even trying to cover up. I feel beaten to a bloody pulp. Abigail is getting married and knowing her and Kaden, they will even play a happy family.

I lost her. I lost. I…

“What has you so sad, son?”

“I have never been afraid of anything, but I’m scared shitless of what I feel for her, the power she has over me.”