Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Would you teach me? I mean the basics,” Abigail whispers in my ear. Her words have me whipping my face in her direction.

“I’m quite an expensive tutor.”

She drags that full lip through her teeth. “I have the money.”

“But princess, we both know what I want.”

If this is her way of finally giving in to us, I’m more than okay with that.

Strangely, the thought of racing terrified me, even when Blake mentioned it.

I barely kept my voice from shaking, but now my entire body lights up. It’s her. She’s becoming my fixation. All that I covet. The reason I feel so alive like never before. It could end catastrophically for me. But again, my survival instincts were never strong to begin with.

When lunch break ends, we return to class, but without her next to me, time drags by too slowly.

After class, I walk toward the dorm. I throw my jacket off as soon as I am in my room. Rolling my sleeves up to my elbows, I take a seat on the couch and play a racing video game.

My pulse throbs in my neck. My fingers shake on the controller. Fuck. I throw it to the side. I shouldn’t have gotten in the car that night. It was my fault. I’m a screwup, and that’s the fucking problem. The relief I felt only a few hours ago vanishes.

When my phone rings, I let it ring a few times until I get myself under control.

When I slide my finger over the screen to answer, my mom says, “How are you?”

The worry lacing her words sends me on another guilt trip.

“Trying to get my head straight.”

Silence follows until she says, “Close your eyes.”

“Mom.”

“Just do it for me.”

“Fine.”

She chuckles at my bratty tone. “You’re in the car. How do you feel?”

“Anxious, humbled, fearful.”

“Of what?”

“Of losing control.”

“It’s good to be afraid, Dane. Those who have no fear should never be allowed to race.” Like my father. “You answered honestly this time. Oh my God, is there someone?”

I chuckle. “Mom.”

“Don’t ‘Mom’ me. Tell me everything.”

“Her name is Abigail. And that’s all you get to know… for now.”

Her squeal fills the line. “I am so relieved you’re doing okay.”

“How’s Jasmine?” I ask, changing the topic successfully.

“Missing you.”

“Mom…” I swallow hard. “Sending me away was the right decision.”