His Trouble Maker

Chapter 90

JESSICA

“Get up.”

I blink hard, trying to shove the sleep from my head.

Rrot stands just outside the bars, leaning lazily against the doorframe like he’s got all the time in the world.

He tips his chin toward me. “Come on, princess. Don’t make me hand–feed you.”

“You,” I spit, rage surging so fast I don’t know what to do with it. I slam the bars so hard the metal rattles, but I want more–I want to rip them open, claw through them, get to him.

I want to tear his fucking throat out.

“I brought you food.”

“Fuck your food!” I scream, my hands white–knuckling the bars, my body trembling with the force of it. “You set me up! You planned this! This is your fault!”

He stays perfectly still, lazy, leaning his shoulder against the stone like he’s bored.

“You did this,” I choke, slamming my fists against the bars again. “You put me here. You made them think I-” My voice breaks. I can’t even say it. Can’t even get the words out. “You made them think I killed him.”

His eyes flick, darkening. “I didn’t make them believe anything. I just showed them what they wanted to see.”

“You lying, scheming piece of shit.” My throat burns, my vision swimming. I grab the bars and shake them so hard my arms ache. “I’ll kill you, Riot. You hear me? I’ll rip your goddamn throat out-”

“Settle down.” His voice is calm, almost amused, like my rage is a joke to him. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re caged. You’re done.”

“Fuck you!”

“Eat, Jess. Stay alive.” His voice drops, heavy with something wicked. “You’re no good to me dead.”

I lunge at the bars, slamming both palms against the cold iron. The metal vibrates under the force, but it holds. “I am not yours.”

His hand shoots through the space between the bars–fast, brutal–fisting a handful of my shirt and yanking me forward so hard my ribs slam against the

cage.

lethal. “Grayson’s gone. The pack’s abandoned you. And I’m the only one

scraping, but he doesn’t let go. His grip is

set me up. You led me to Theo. You wanted

options.” His gaze drags over me, slow/dark, possessive. “You just walked into

wanted me to burn for this. You

useless. I stagger, catching myself on the stone wall, breathing

poisoned honey. “I want you broken. I want you to

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my hands raw,

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pressing his palm flat

he’s already dead. Maybe his wolf’s in pieces. Maybe

My vision blurs. I slam my fist against the bar,

my head up, his grip rough enough to bruise. His thumb drags along my jaw like he’s tasting

“You’re mine now. And whether you like it or not, I’m the one who’s going to

breathing.”

shoves me back again, grinning as I stumble,

but he’s already stepping away, already walking, already turning his back on me like I’m nothing but a trapped thing waiting for

raw, panic tearing through me.

in his eyes as he swings the door shut

wall. My lungs are caged. My pulse thrashes like it’s already

purrs, dragging his knuckles across the bars as he pockets the key. “Didn’t you miss

fuck away from

cuts wider. “Make

His hand shoots out, fisting the back of my neck, slamming me against the wall so hard

think this is still a fight?” he snarls, his breath hot and vicious on my ear. “You think you get to say

but he’s locked in–his body a cage, his hand

feel the shape of his rage bleeding through his skin. “Five nights until they gut

brushes the edge of my jaw, a soft, brutal graze,