His Trouble Maker
Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Kael plays dirty. No one says it, but everyone fucking knows it. He’s ranked first every time in combat training, and it’s because he never fights fait.
“Well?” Kael’s voice is a low growl, sharp, taunting. “Aren’t you going to throw the first punch-”
I don’t hesitate. I fucking throw my fist at him, fast and hard.
Kael dodges just in time. His hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist like he knew it was coming, and the next thing I know, his elbow slams into my ribs. The breath rushes out of me, sharp and painful. My vision blurs. I stumble back, gasping, but before I can get my bearings-
Kael’s knee connects with my stomach.
“Ah!” The sound rips from my throat as I double over, choking. Pain. White–hot pain.
I’m not fucking stopping.
I push back, gasping for air, but Kael doesn’t let up. His hand catches my neck, tight–too tight. His fingers dig in, and the world tilts as he slams my head into the floor.
The impact rattles my skull. My body shakes with the force. I can’t breathe. I try to push against him, but my hands are too weak, my body too fucking tired.
Kael laughs. That arrogant, sickening laugh. “Come on,” he sneers, twisting my arm behind my back. “You’re not gonna give up yet, are you?”
I growl through clenched teeth, fury rising up like a firestorm inside of me. I don’t give up.
I twist my body, using every ounce of what’s left in me, and slam my fist into his side. The hit isn’t clean, isn’t perfect, but it’s enough to make him grunt. It buys me a second.
One fucking second.
But it’s enough.
legs wobble. My chest burns. Blood drips down my lip, mixing with sweat, stinging
He doesn’t give me time to breathe. His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm, twisting it behind my back,
off.” He hisses in my ear, his voice low and mocking, the heat of his body pressed against my back. I try to break free, but Kael’s
with sweat and blood. It’s a slap of reality. But Kael doesn’t care. His grip
head back, forcing me to look at him as he positions himself above me. His smirk is
fuck out, but he’s too fast, too strong. My fist comes up, aiming for his face, but it’s like
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pressing the air out of my lungs as he presses his body down on me. My blood slicks the mud beneath
I need to move.
loosen. He snarls and presses harder, both of his knees now pinning my legs down. His weight is suffocating. I can’t breathe.
his grip–pain screaming through me–but I don’t stop. I drive
my throat, grinding the life
My vision goes blurry.
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in around me–my body’s fighting against the
I can’t-
I can’t-
harder, and every second is making me feel so
I refuse.
can’t die like
the fog of my failing consciousness. I barely register it at first, but it’s there.
Grayson.
His eyes are locked on me, filled with rage and worry. He’s charging toward me, but Pierce steps
Everything inside me snaps.
rage, the need to survive–it all crashes into
nails dig into Kael’s flesh as I claw, raking across his arms, desperate, frantic. I feel the burn in my throat, but I don’t
falters just for a
his side, my body bucking beneath him as I use the last
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