Wreck Me - Page 218

Every time, it gets better, if that’s even possible.

Dane drives into me so hard I don’t only see stars, but I’m dancing among them. And then he erupts inside of me.

He smirks in Felix’s face. “We might just have produced the first heir of the Family’s next generation.”

I’m on the pill, but Felix doesn’t know that. Dane and I decided to wait a bit longer to have children because we want to spend more time together.

Felix whimpers, looking at us with sheer venom. “No. Over my dead body.”

“That can be arranged. But then we want to deliver the good news personally.”

After Dane pulls my skirt down and rearranges my shirt, he tucks himself back into his pants.

I bend over the table. “I won’t spend even one more minute thinking of you. But I’ll make sure you remember me every day of your miserable life.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Dane flicking open a lighter we bought from a gas station on our way here. From his jacket pocket, he pulls a prod out. He had that specially made. It’s our initials looped together like a logo.

“What are you doing?” Felix asks.

“Princess, where do you want it?”

“On his hand.”

Felix backs into the wall as we both approach him.

He yells for the guard while I grin in victory. No one is going to come to his rescue. And when he tries to fight me, I press my fingers into his palm and wrist, making him bend over in pain.

Dane hands me the prod and slams Felix’s hand on the table, keeping it in place while I sear his hand with the brand.

His wails are the sweetest music.

Once I’m done, I look at the fiery “A” and “D” in a little flame branded in his skin.

“You will regret this. Mark my words.”

I ignore it, and hand in hand, Dane and I leave.

In the next cell, Caleb looks ashen and has backed into a corner.

“This one is even more pathetic,” Dane says.

“A follower.”

The sight of Caleb is enough for me, but not for Dane. He puts on a brass knuckle.

“No, please. Felix made me do it…”

Dane cracks his fingers. “If you beg, it will be even worse. You’ll get two hits.”

One for me, one for what we lost.

“Where is my son? I didn’t turn him into a traitor,” Caleb yells.

Sadly, we don’t know where Blake is, and thinking of him makes my chest constrict.

Maybe it’s because I made peace with the past and what happened to me, but I just want this over with. I don’t want to waste a moment more seeing these two.

As if Dane senses my eagerness to be done already, he delivers one punch straight to Caleb’s dick. The sheer force has his eyes rolling in the back of his head. He drops to his knees on the floor, sobbing. Dane delivers the next one to his jaw, and by the sound of crunching bones, he won’t be able to eat for a while.