Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

“All you need to be is a pretty little thing for my son.”

I grip the armchair as his eyes zoom in on my neck. He tilts my head to the side.

“Kaden would have never done something this barbaric.”

“What?”

I hate how my voice raises an octave, choked with pure panic. I didn’t realize Dane left a mark on my neck.

Felix talks about inexcusable actions, yet look at what he did to his own son.

Hypocrite.

Our standoff ends when the door opens, and his eyes bulge when Grandmother walks inside.

“What is Abigail doing here, Felix?”

He gulps, taking a step back. “She did something minor. You shouldn’t be concerned with it, ma’am.”

“Go back to school, Abigail.”

I rush out, but not before Grandmother says, “You don’t decide Family matters behind my back. An attitude can be shaped. I didn’t raise Kaden and Blake to be intimidated by her intelligence, and I won’t allow you to make decisions regarding the next generation. They are equals. Do you hear me?”

A vein in his neck threatens to burst.

With a smile on my face and a pep in my step, I walk outside.

For every bully out there, there is someone who scares them even worse.

The moment I saw her get into the black Mercedes Benz S-Class with her shoulders drooped. I didn’t think—I just reacted. I hurried to my Mustang and followed her. I won’t ever be sorry for that. It’s not like I didn’t tell her that I am a little fucked up in the head.

The secrecy has to end. I want her to trust me because I’d do any-fucking-thing for her. I’m done with whatever is holding her back. When Abigail said she loved me, she should have known there was no going back.

I’m done talking. This is me showing her, I’ll always be there for her.

Parking the car on the side of the street, I eye the towering building she walked into. Tapping my finger on the wheel, I wait for her to come out. When she finally does, wearing a winning grin, I smile at the girl who owns me—my heart, my thoughts, my life.

She ignores the driver clad in a suit and runs straight toward the street—my little rebel.

I push the door open, and her eyes widen, but she jumps in.

“Go.”

I start the engine, driving away. Now that she’s here, everything in me calms down.

She turns to me and shakes her head at me. “You’re crazy.”

“You love my crazy ass.”

She giggles, a melodic tune that plays my heartstrings with perfect ease and natural dexterity. I would do unthinkable things to hear her laugh, to see her happy.

She’s silent as I drive back to the dorm, glancing at me. My smile gets bigger the more I catch her doing it.

I park the car behind the dorm, and she follows me inside my apartment. In the small kitchen, she pats her neck. My smirk is full on now.

“Hmm, do you know anyone who would put a hickey on my neck?”

“Princess, if anyone who’s not me put that on you, he would be dead.”