His Trouble Maker

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

JESSICA

Grayson is so fucking late. That asshole. He told me to wait in this spot and now he’s nowhere to be found. I was silently cursing him in my

head when I heard a familiar voice.

“Jessica…”

Huh?

“Jessica…”

What the fuck. I sit up so last the room tits. Did 1-1 Was 1-7 My eyes dart, frantic. I scan the room and realize I’m in my own fucking bed. But why am I here? The last thing I remember is I was waiting for..

“Shit,Grayson.”

I quickly jump off the bed and grab my phone, dialing his number. It’s past midnight already, and this is beyond ridiculous. What the hell happened? The phone rings. Once. Twice.

“Pick up, you asshole…

A third ring and I’m already out of my room, finding Pierce so he can come with me to check for Grayson instead I stop in the middle of the hall, blink like because that is weird. Our kitchen’s light is on. Mom is not around, and Pierce is probably sleeping at this hour. Something feels… wrong. So, I tiptoe and walk near our kitchen. I spot Pierce and Grayson standing by the kitchen island, beers in hand. I lean in closer, trying to catch every word.

“50, you and Aria are back, huh?”

I feel the ground slip out from under me. My stomach drops, a wave of nausea rushing over me.

Aria. Grayson’s fucking ex?

I barely breathe, pressing my back to the wall, my chest tight, as if I’ve just been punched. My eyes burn, the sting of tears threatening to spill, but I don’t let them fall W What does he mean by that?

Pierce’s voice, quieter now, almost too calm. “So what are you gonna do about it!”

Grayson laughs, and the sound claws at my insides. It’s rough, like he’s trying to mask something, but it only makes it worse. “Don’t know

yet. But my father wants her to be my Luna.”

Luna.

holding back surge, but I force them down, biting the inside of my

I can’t. I can’t breathe. My

it together. But the pressure inside me builds, and for a moment, everything

I should’ve

the fuck am I? Just a fucking

straining to catch every word, to understand how I’ve

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Chapter 30

do you think?” Grayson’s voice is rough, but there’s something else in it, something that sounds

pointed. “Does it matter what I think? You’ve already made your decision. Haven’t

pit in my stomach widening, my heart pounding

how dirty the old man plays. He threatened me that

The name sounds familiar but I cannot remember who

“I don’t know, man, Maybe I just

goddess,

choking on broken glass, but I don’t make a sound. He was always going to choose her, wasn’t he? Shit. More tears stream down my cheeks and I feel so fucking pathetic. Everything hurts. Every single fucking part of me aches. It’s like I’ve been carved out,

relentless, like they know

was the one using him for my own leverage but look

for even thinking there

tears won’t stop. And neither will the ache, the one gnawing at me from

all just so goddamn

room that night. I just know that it really happened. I woke up with my eyes hurting because I couldn’t stop crying. The

felt so

did I expect? That Grayson would change for me! That he’d

like bile in my

was practically pulling the

let

dart to my face, like he’s afraid to see what’s so fucking obvious, but when they do, he doesn’t even

how soft his voice is, like he’s trying

“No

Logan doesn’t buy it. His gaze hardens, like he knows exactly what’s going on in my head, like he can see the thousand tiny cuts Grayson left in me

mutters, a tone so masculine I almost thought he’s a guy.

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