Wreck Me - Page 212

“Kaden, don’t be a dick.”

“Did she brainwash you?” Celine asks.

I plop on the seat at the other end of the couch and say, “We’re family. If we leave to start our lives somewhere else, away from our legacy, our group will never be the same…”

“What are you talking about?” Kaden asks.

“We could start from scratch, do this better.”

“Abigail, what the fuck happened?”

“Kaden, you love this family.”

“Did you fall on your head? All you have been dreaming about is getting away.”

“Kaden,” Celine says in a soft voice.

A muscle ticks in his jaw. “I don’t care, we’re out.”

I inhale deeply, hating when he’s being a thick-headed, stubborn asshole. He wants a fight, I’ll give him a fight. Family matters, and he knows that.

“Our family is in shambles.”

“Abi, I’m not in the mood.”

“Sorry, do I sound like I give a damn that you’re not in the mood? You know, just like I do, that leaving would haunt you. Be the damn leader you were born to be. Celine is at your side now. You have no excuse. Don’t make me chase you down.”

“It’s not like I would abandon any of you, damn it. Can’t I be selfish for once in my life?”

“No, because you don’t have that luxury.”

He opens his mouth, but Celine says, “Stop fighting.”

“We have to be stronger and do better. We can do this together as a family,” I say, needing to make my point clear.

“I think we all need time. No one is making a drastic decision anytime soon,” Celine says.

Knowing she’s right, I go upstairs, feeling conflicted.

Climbing into bed, I snap the lid of the jewelry box open. Looking at the precious rings, I lose all notion of time. To stay or leave. It’s as if there are two paths spread in front of me, but one thing is for sure, whatever path I take, it has to be with Dane at my side.

Right then, he walks inside, and I snap out of my mental wanderings.

He looks at the open jewelry box.

“I’m asking, so don’t even think of doing that.”

I tilt my head, our eyes locked. “And here I thought you’d like me on my knees.”

“Only when you want to suck my dick.”

A burst of laughter tumbles out of my mouth, but when he approaches me, all amusement vanishes. Seriousness takes over his features.

“Princess, I need to be the one on my knees when I ask you to marry me. So, you’ll remember my promise to worship you all our lives. I want you to look in my eyes and see the world I’ll give you. So the moment you say yes will be branded on my damn retinas, a reminder of why life can never beat me because you choose me to do it with.”

Emotions scrape at my vocal cords. His love, adoration, and loyalty are the wonders of my life. I will cherish those and him with everything in me.

“I’d never take that moment away from either of us, but we could also use these promise rings as wedding bands. Grandmother told me I could pick anything. So, do you want to promise me something?”