My Legacy To Break (Legacies #2)

Chapter One

“Wrong coffee,” I gasp as my eyes flutter. I fight to stay in control, clawing at reality, pleading with it not to leave me.

Matteo rushes to my side. He crashes to his knees. His hands come up to grab me, stopping me from toppling out of the chair.

“Arianna.” Concern is etched in his tone. My head lolls, and my eyes roll. He cups my cheeks. His gaze flicks from eye to eye. “Arianna, it’ll be okay. I’ve got you.”

“M-Matteo,” I slur. “Get Vitto—” I can’t finish the sentence. No matter how hard I try, I can’t move my lips to form the words. My eyes glaze over as they roll uncontrollably. My jaw slackens.

Matteo stares into my face. Just before my eyes close and the darkness ascends, I’m sure I see a devious smile cross his face as he whispers out, “You should have chosen me!”

Confusion nudges at my every cell. A loud buzzing, like electricity, floods through my body.

Everything aches. There’s a faint scream in the back of my mind, and pain in my head like someone clawing to escape.

Nails scratching at the back of my eyeballs.

There’s rocking; my stomach rolls. Nausea washes over me.

There are muffled sounds and sharp pains.

I can’t figure out where I am. I don’t remember anything.

Everything feels fluffy, out of focus, but I can’t see. Everything is black.

There’s that scream again, the thumping in my brain. Rustling and grunting. Motion sickness spreads through me, and I try not to puke. I try to move, try to open my eyes, but nothing. I feel weighed down. Almost restrained, a heavyweight pinning me. Unable to move.

It’s hard to breathe, and everything just fades away out of focus and into darkness.

I’m jostled, pulled, and pinched. Tightness in my chest, in my groin.

I groan. I try to move, but I’m so stiff.

I’m lying down, my legs dangling weirdly off something.

My eyes flutter open, but something is covering them.

I rub my head on whatever I’m leaning against, and the blindfold moves.

The light makes me wince. I try to focus.

My breathing kicks up, and memories come flooding back to me. I can make out a man, his dick in his hand as he climbs off me and tucks it back into his black combats. I strain to see the rest of him. I grit my teeth as my eyes meet his.

Those hazel eyes I trusted so fucking much stare back at me, glaring accusingly.

The man who claimed to want me. Taking what wasn’t his to take because he was told no, he freezes.

His eyes widen before they crinkle at the sides.

Looking down, I see the smirk. He rolls his tongue over his lip before biting down, pulling his lip between his teeth.

He continues to stare at me while he tucks himself away.

But in that second, it all comes crashing back to me.

Matteo drugged me. The sensation between my legs—I’m pretty sure he’s just raped me, too.

I scream out, kicking out my leg. It jerks, but I try again, and it flies up, kicking him in his side.

He huffs out and jolts back as I pull both legs back and slam them forward, connecting with his nuts. He screams and drops to the floor.

I kick out again with my heel, connecting with his face.

I try to push myself up, but my arms are tied behind my back.

I move my head, dislodging the blindfold fully, just as Matteo lurches forward trying to grab me.

I flail, screaming like a banshee as he tries to pin me down, to hold me still.

Crack—his hand slaps across my cheek, but I thrust my head up, making contact with the brow of his nose.

The sickening crunch makes me laugh out as I try to kick, but his weight comes down on top of me as blood splashes across my cheek. The heat makes me flinch as he yells, trying to pin me down. He rears back, and my eyes widen, seeing his fist coming straight for me—then nothing. It’s black.