His Trouble Maker

Chapter 89

JESSICA

This is not happening.

No.

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They’ve got it all wrong.

“Pierce!” I shouted, grabbing the metal prison until my knuckles turned white. The cold iron bit into my palms, but I barely felt it. All I could focus on was the retreating figure down the dimly lit corridor. “What is happening? What am I here?!”

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“Pierce!” My voice cracks. “Please-”

He disappears around the corner.

Fuck.

Riot tricked me.

I look around the cell and I’ve realized they put me inside the dungeon where…traitors are being held. Our village got a special place for enemies or those who helped our enemies.

I shove my hands through my hair, dragging hard at the roots. My nails scrape my scalp, sharp enough to sting. Think. Think. There has to be a way out of

this.

Why would they put me here?

Where is Grayson?

I brace against the stone wall, gulping air like I can force the panic down. After a few minutes, I hear boots. Heavy. Fast. Getting closer.

Pierce is coming back.

I shove myself to the bars again, breath tearing in and out of me, heartbeat slamming against my ribs like it’s trying to break free. My hands ache, rave from gripping the iron, but I don’t care. I grab the bars again, clinging like they’re the only thing holding me up.

When he turns the corner, I see the way his face is carved tight, his jaw clenched so hard I can see the muscles shaking. He’s angry. Or scared. Or both.

I can’t breathe.

“Pierce,” I gasp. “What is going on? Why–why am I in here? What did they tell you?”

My voice breaks, but I can’t stop. “I didn’t do anything.”

Say something. Look at me. Just look at me.

his eyes are locked somewhere near the

his chest

my fingers tightening or the bars until they burn “Please tell me what’s happening”

out a long

“They found Grayson’s clothes.”

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My stomach lurches. “What?”

hoarse,

shake my head, stepping back like I can physically shove

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“Seriously. What the hell is this? You can’t say shit like that, you-” My heart is beating so fast I think it might rupture. I grab the bars again and pull myself closer, desperate to see something in his face that tells me this is all some sick

me.” My voice shudders. “You’re

fists at his sides. “I’m not,” he cuts in, voice sharp, voice wrecked.

my chest. “You have to be. You have to be lying because Grayson doesn’t–Grayson doesn’t lose. He doesn’t die. That’s not–he’s not-” My hands tear through my hair, gripping at the roots like I can rip this

words collapsing. “You wouldn’t lie to me about this. Right? Pierce? You wouldn’t do that

Finally, his voice rips out, rough

like it’s the only thing keeping me

a whip, snapping me straight. I flinch, blinking at the fury blazing across his face. “You’re sitting in a

the bars tighter, my palms slick with sweat. “Of course I’m worried about him! He’s not–he’s not

pacing like he might come apart right in front of me. “You’re not listening! Everyone’s looking for him,

Cold settles in my

hands fly out, his voice rising. “They found your messages. To Theo. You think I can explain that? You think I can stand up there and tell

“That’s not–no, that’s not what that was.

because I did send those messages. I did meet

they care why?” His jaw clenches, his nostrils flare. “They don’t give a shit what you were trying to do. You broke

he’s choking on the next part. “Now they think you tore Grayson

would never I would never

not just me who needs to

It’s the whole pack.

the bars, rattling them so hard the vibration punches straight

getting a trial. You’re not

Execution.

to kill

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