His Trouble Maker

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.”

His Luna. His

twisting in my chest. The tears I’ve been holding back surge, but I

can’t breathe. My lungs feel like they’re

to hold it together. But the pressure inside me builds, and for a moment, everything spins. Grayson…

known. I should’ve fucking

I? Just a fucking

and I freeze, straining to catch

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

“Does it matter what I think? You’ve

stomach widening, my heart pounding faster,

“You know how dirty the old man plays. He threatened me

make sense of it. The name sounds familiar

fuck, Grayson mutters again. He lets out a harsh laugh, one that’s empty. “I don’t know, man, Maybe I just marry the girl Maybe that’s

hurts, goddess, it

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

it doesn’t matter. The tears just keep coming, relentless, like they know what I can’t even admit to myself. I

the one using him for my own leverage but look at where it

thinking there was something

ache, the one gnawing at me from the inside, tearing me

just so goddamn

I woke up with my eyes hurting because I

never felt so

the hell did I expect? That Grayson would change for me! That he’d somehow look

like bile

come barging into my room. He was practically pulling the cover out

just let him.

what’s so fucking

trying to

“No

His gaze hardens, like he knows exactly what’s going on in my head, like he can see

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