Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“Good. Never forget your role. We don’t want eyes on us.”

That’s why she would never let me be with Dane, even if things were different. It’s pointless. I disliked his recklessness, but I was drawn to it, anyway. And now my recklessness could cost me more than I can handle.

She completely ignores Bailey for the rest of dinner, which makes me angry enough that I’d like to stab her in her cold-blooded heart. Then again, I doubt she even has one.

When she excuses us, I can finally breathe steadily again.

“Same old fucking bullshit. As if we could ever forget our damned roles,” Kaden says when we’re out of earshot.

“Privilege… the arrogance is astounding,” Bailey says in a rare bout of indignation.

“One day, we’ll be free of the shackles,” I murmur.

“Cheers to that.” Blake raises an invisible toast, and we all head to our cars, driving back to school.

Inside my room, I slump in my desk chair and try to get through the coursework, but I can’t focus.

Bailey didn’t even come home. Knowing her, she’s hiding in the school’s IT department.

I go to Kaden and Blake’s side of the building, letting myself in when Blake barges out from his bedroom. He’s wearing jeans, a black T-shirt, and a bomber jacket, which makes his black hair and green eyes pop.

I cross my arms over my chest, raising a brow. “Two times in a week?”

“Stop with the sermon. I had to endure one hour of Cerberus barking bullshit.”

I burst into laughter. Leave it to him to make me laugh while nerves infest my calmness.

“A party? Is he coming too?” I ask before I can stop myself.

“Abi, do you have a crush?”

He taps the tip of my nose, and I swat his hand away.

“No.”

He backs up with his hands lifted in the air in a peace gesture.

“You haven’t answered.”

“Don’t wait for me, honey.”

“Asshole.”

I’m torn between being mad at Dane for not contacting me, and mad at myself for wanting that from him.

You should focus on your studies and lie low and not on partying if you want to get back to racing. I type, sending the message before rationality has time to voice concern for obvious reasons.

Dane sees it and leaves it on read, but no dots appear.

I can see you read it, at least deactivate that.

I am too far down the rabbit hole to get a grip on reality.

Returning to my apartment, I fling my phone to the couch when it rings, and I hurry to answer with bated breath.

“Meet me at my car in five,” Dane says.

“Wait, no.”