Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Felix tortured me for three days. But do you know what hurt the worst?”

I keep caressing her while I plant a kiss on the top of her head. Wetness coats my lips. I’m crying, and I have never cried in my life.

“He called me a whore for loving you.”

Oh, Felix. You’re going to wish you were never born once I’m done with you.

“I fell in love with someone I shouldn’t have, but feelings are not bad, right?”

She’s back in that fucking mental space where she has no self-confidence because he chipped that away from her.

“No, our love is not dirty, and you’re not a whore.” I can’t even say that word without gnashing my teeth.

“Maybe that’s why I lost the baby. I would’ve been a terrible mother.”

“You didn’t lose our baby, it was taken from us. And you would’ve been the best mother ever.”

She seeks my eyes. The vulnerability reflecting in them splinters my chest.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“I really wanted our baby even though I didn’t know we were expecting. I found out after Felix and Caleb took it from me. You should hate me. Be mad at me.”

I brush my nose against her cheek, our tears mixing.

“If I’m mad at someone, it would be at myself because I left and didn’t protect you. I don’t blame you and never will.”

She draws eights on my chest, exhaling deeply. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For making you think even for a second that you’d be my second choice. I don’t have a choice when it comes to you. You’re my only choice.”

Every broken piece of my heart heals at once. I kiss her long and hard, pouring all my love inside her.

I scoop her up, and she tenses. “Where are we going?”

“To our bedroom.”

“Do you think it will change anything? I can’t live knowing my love could get you killed. Why don’t you want to understand that? I’d hurt you a million times rather than take the chance that something could happen to you.”

“Get it through that stubborn head of yours that I’d rather die than not be with you.”

I kiss her again.

She whines but then gives in to the kiss.

Placing her on the bed, I slip in next to her. Leaning my head on the headboard, mentally preparing myself to go through the carnage of her confessions. She pulls her knees to her chin while wrapping her arms around her legs.

“Now what?”

I arch an eyebrow. “Start talking. And don’t leave anything out.”

“Dane…”

“I won’t repeat myself, or I’m leaving this bed and burning shit down.”