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.

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

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

fighting to hold it together. But the pressure inside me builds, and

should’ve known. I

fuck am I? Just a

freeze, straining to catch

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

calm but pointed. “Does it matter what I think? You’ve already made your

in my stomach widening, my

the old man plays. He threatened me that if I

to make sense of it. The name sounds familiar but

harsh laugh, one that’s empty. “I don’t know, man, Maybe I just marry the girl Maybe that’s

hurts, goddess, it

stream down my cheeks and I feel so

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

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

thinking there was something

neither will the ache, the one gnawing at me from

just so

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

never felt so

That Grayson would change for me! That he’d somehow look at me and see

but it’s bitter, like bile in

room. He was practically pulling

just let

my face, like he’s afraid to see what’s so fucking obvious, but

his voice is, like he’s trying to piece me back together with nothing

“No

I lie but 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 and it drives him

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

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