Page 123 of Wreck Me

Off my look, his lips quirked and he told me, “Next-gen King tech.”

We were all piling into the car then, Bastian settling in the back with me and Caleb taking the front passenger seat, while King folded himself into the driver’s seat with impressive grace, then fired up the car.

In the next moment, it was tearing out of the lot and leaving the place behind in the dust.

18

~Sebastian~

I couldn’t calm down.

Rage was a living, breathing thing inside of me.

It had been years since I’d felt anything like it, this level of fury.

I was sweating and shaking with it.

And I couldn’t get it out of my head.

Him beating on her, touching her, fucking well forcing himself on her!

I hadn’t been able to stop it, to do a goddamn thing. I’d decked two spectators who were supporting him and the sick show Damien had been putting on in my bid to get to her, but so many more had held me back. It had all been a haze around me as I’d fought to get to her, to get to him and rip him apart for daring to lay a hand on her, to subjecting her to that. I hadn’t even realized that Caleb had been fighting off a whole other lot of them to defend me as I’d lost my shit all over the place.

And then Cas had shown up.

Neither of us had called him, there hadn’t even been time. Not for him to get there fast enough.

So he must’ve had eyes somewhere in the crowd.

For all I knew, Luke might’ve actually been there himself. He was a hard guy to miss, but I’d only been focused on the immediate of Sky and my psycho brother. If he had been there, he wouldn’t have been able to do anything anyway.

No, it had required a major shock factor.

That being Caspian King showing up out of the blue.

The crowds had literally parted for him.

And they’d gone absolutely crazy when he’d even engaged in the cage match and beat the living shit out of Damien.

But it hadn’t been enough.

It was obvious to me and Cal that Cas had held back—majorly, actually.

For me.

The fact Damien wasn’t in the ICU right now—or worse—was proof enough of that, considering what Cas was actually truly capable of.

He’d be making a trip to the ER, or more likely bringing in his on-call doctor to keep all that out of the press, but he’d recover easily with no permanent damage.

And a sick part of me had been disappointed that it hadn’t been a whole lot worse, disappointed that Cas had actually stopped.

Seeing Damien hurt like that, the punishment he’d been dealt, it had barely even scratched the surface of the rage he’d ignited in me. The acts themselves had been bad enough, but he’d also set it up in such a way that I hadn’t been able to stop it.

He’d made me feel powerless.

The last time I’d felt that had been when my dad had been taken from me. There’d been nothing I’d been able to do back then either, to change the outcome, to fix it. That, combined with the grief and anger of his death had messed me up because my solution had been to numb it all. Since then, I’d ensured everything I’d done, every move I’d made had been calculated, with the outcomes predicted and strategized before I’d gone a certain way with anything. Basically, I’d exerted an intense degree of control over every aspect of my life so I wouldn’t be caught off guard again, so I couldn’t feel that sense of powerlessness.

And now this had happened tonight.

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