Wreck Me (Corrupt Legacy Series #2)

I fidget with my fingers to stop myself from touching him. “You don’t understand.”

“I don’t want to understand anymore.”

He has given me up. Good, then why does my heart shred into tiny pieces, cutting at my chest?

The teacher steps inside, and Dane leans back, pretending to take notes and paying attention to her.

How am I going to see him every day and not touch, kiss, and be with him?

This pure agony kills me slowly.

I open my mouth but clamp it shut back again.

He doesn’t look at me as he leaves the class. The finality clenches my heart.

When the day ends, a group of girls and boys surround Dane’s car, and Blake says, “These fuckers. You’d think they did enough ass-kissing.”

“What’s happening?” I ask, all jittery with unease.

“Dane is leaving today.”

“What?”

“I heard his father talk to the principal. He pulled him out, said he has to focus more on his racing career. Dane’s going back to California.”

I look at Dane.

He looks back at me.

That’s it.

It’s over.

We went full circle.

We end as we began, with a stolen glance over the parking lot.

***

The next day, when I look at the empty chair, my heart feels like a phantom limb. I feel it, but it’s not there anymore, all while having to listen to Jessica recounting her juicy sexcapades with him. I roll my eyes, knowing better and refusing to believe that.

I thought that would be it. Since Dane left, I figured my punishment would be forgotten, and he’d be safe, far away from here. To hope in this family is the worst illusion you can believe in.

I drive to the appointed location Felix sent me. It’s in the middle of nowhere. I should have said something to Kaden, but I needed time to process my loss. Now, as masked men descend from a van, I realize it’s too late.

My reaction is nonexistent as they inject something into my neck. Grogginess pulls heavily at my limbs, and then everything turns black.

When I blink awake, panic hits me suddenly. I am strapped to a chair in a stark white room, and something heavy presses down on my head. Metal cuffs are wrapped around my ankles, wrists, and neck. Felix stands next to Caleb, towering over me.

In my head, I call them “Mad” and “Madder.” No wonder they are best friends. Caleb is Blake’s father and the head of the pharmaceutical sector. He’s a fantastic scientist, that is when he’s not busy inflicting pain on us.

I look around, but it’s just a sterile room with no windows.

“Bad girl.” Caleb tsks.

Such vile and power-hungry assholes.

Sheer terror overtakes me as my self-preservation instinct kicks in.