Page 37 of Corrupt Me

“I think you all deserve a vacation.”

My jaw drops. That’s the last thing on my bloody mind.

“Ma’am?” A vacation is so far off from my priorities it’s locked in another dimension.

“I’ve made my decision.” With that, she dismisses me. This meeting was a waste of time.

Afterward, I wait for my friends at the training complex.

Kaden and Celine are the first to arrive. Excitement shines in her eyes, and after a kiss on my cheek, she slips inside.

“So how did the meeting with Cassandra go?” Kaden asks.

“How the fuck do you know?”

He pins me with an intent look. “Don’t insult me, Hunter.”

“You’re not the patriarch yet. I didn’t get what I wanted. Instead, she wants to send us on a vacation.”

Kaden’s jaw drops, clearly not liking it either. “What the fuck?”

My words exactly.

“See what you did? That’s why we discuss things within the group first,” he grumbles.

“If I’d brought it up, I would have been vetoed.”

“Face your feelings already,” he exhales loudly, the sound ringing of annoyance, before heading inside.

I would love to punch him in his arrogant face, but I will have to wait until the simulation begins, and I’ll have a good excuse.

Abigail and Dane arrive next. He drags a hand down his face, looking exhausted, having come from race training.

“I’ll take you down,” she points at me.

“Show me your best, Barbie.”

They walk inside, and Mia and Blake follow. I glance at my sister’s chest, where she was injured, but she catches it.

“Stop worrying. I am fine.”

“That’s my job,” Blake says as he passes me. This asshole wants to be all she sees, needs, and loves.

I wait outside, staring at my watch. I am about to call Bailey when her car, a black Audi TT, approaches.

“What took you so long?” Even now, when I see Bailey safe in front of me, my heartbeat barely calms down. This girl will be the death of me.

She shoves her smartwatch in my face. “I still had one minute left.”

“Give me that sass during training.”

“I might.”

“You just love to get on your back for me.”

Damn my mouth for spewing subconscious wishes before my brain can stop them.

“I don’t know who would love that more.” She sashays inside with a pep in her step—something I’m seeing more and more lately.

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