His Trouble Maker
Chapter 50
Chapter 50
JESSICA
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“You should eat something,” Pierce says, setting a plate beside my bed. It’s been forty–eight hours since my discharge, and I haven’t left my
room.
I stare at the food without interest. “Not hungry.”
“Jessica…” His voice softens in that way I can’t stand–pity wrapped in concern.
“Don’t.” I pull myself up to sitting. “Just… don’t.”
When he leaves, I drag myself to the bathroom, avoiding my reflection. The shower helps, hot water scalding my skin until I feel something again, even if it’s just pain. As I’m toweling off, I hear voices outside. One of them is Grayson’s. I freeze, strain to listen.
“-shouldn’t be here,” Pierce says.
“I need to see her.”
“You’ve done enough damage.”
Their voices drop lower, and I press my ear against the door.
“There’s something you don’t understand,” Grayson’s voice sounds desperate.
“It wasn’t about failing her. The council-” The front door slams, cutting off whatever he was about to say. I slowly slide down the bathroom wall until I’m sitting on the cold tile floor.
The council?
What did they have to do with this?
A thought occurs to me–a dangerous one. What if this isn’t about me being weak at all? What if there’s something else going on–something they’re not telling me? I pull myself up, a new determination taking hold. If Grayson won’t tell me the truth, I’ll find it myself.
I grab my phone and text the one person who knows everything that happens in this pack: “Theo, I need a favor. I’ll tell you later. Pretty please?”
Damn it. I swear I won’t ever ask Theo for favors, but I need answers. My reflection catches my eye–hollow cheeks, dark circles, hair hanging in wet strands. I look pathetic. Weak. Just like they all think I am.
“Fuck that,” I growl, yanking open drawers, grabbing clothes.
I throw on black jeans and a tank top, not bothering to dry my hair. My muscles ache as I stretch, reminding me of how long I’ve been lying in that bed. Wasting time.
My phone buzzes.
Theo: “What kind of favor we talking about?
I type back while shoving my feet into boots: *Access to council records. Last meeting.”
Theo: That’s not a favor, that’s suicide. What happened to you?‘
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explain later.
movements. My heart hammers against my ribs–not from fear but from
20 minutes. Don’t
my phone in my pocket and yank open my bedroom door. Pierce is sitting at the kitchen table,
“Jessica? What are you–”
off, grabbing my keys
quickly, chair scraping. “You’re
I whirl around, facing him. “I’m done being coddled. Done with
His face pales. “What did Grayson
laugh, harsh and sharp.
it hard. Pierce lunges, grabbing
“You can’t just-”
back with a strength
eyes wide. “Jessica,
me the truth, then.” I step closer, my voice dropping to something dangerous. “What did the council have to do with what
silence tells me
what I thought.” I turn,
after you,” Pierce calls as I step outside. “If you start
a cold smile forming. “Let them try. I’ve got nothing left
stride into the night. My ribs ache with each step. But
frown when I try to do
It skitters
ago.
I don’t care about him. I don’t want to
decline and shoving it back in
betrays me–how despite everything, I still catch myself watching him, wanting him. I hate how he makes me feel safe even when I’m furious with him. I hate
wiping angrily
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street for two minutes when
streetlights flicker, casting long, dark fingers across the
boots scuffing against concrete.
I call out, hating how my
Nothing.
reach for my phone, fingers trembling. Before I can grab it, something–someone–slams into me from behind. A hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my scream as I’m shoved roughly
د
a low voice growls in my ear, hot breath
he’s solid muscle, pinning me effortlessly. My heart hammers so loud I swear he
and I find myself staring
Theo.
“Shut. The fuck. Up.”
down on his
hell!” The pressure releases for just a
drive my knee up, aiming for his groin, but he twists, catching my thigh with his. My head
stop fighting for two goddamn seconds?” the voice growls, lower now.
fucking hands off me,” I spit when he
just plants his hands on either side of my head. “No can do, sweetheart. There’s a patrol two blocks
don’t give a
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