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.

over my face, low and lethal. “Grayson’s gone. The pack’s abandoned you.

wrist, shoving, scraping, but he doesn’t let go. His grip is solid, bruising, like he’s daring me to

against him. “You set me up. You led me to

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

wanted me to burn for this. You wanted to destroy

me back, like he’s tossing something useless. I stagger, catching myself on the stone

don’t want you destroyed,” he says, voice smooth as poisoned honey. “I want you broken. I want you to see what’s left

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bars again, my hands raw,

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in his mask almost split. He steps closer, pressing his palm flat against the bars, leaning into it until his body heat sinks into

“Maybe he’s already dead. Maybe his wolf’s in pieces. Maybe they’ll only find scraps

I slam my fist against the bar, the pain slicing up my arm. “Fuck

again, this time cupping my chin, forcing my head up, his grip rough

And whether you like it

breathing.”

back again, grinning

already turning his back on me

my throat raw, panic

in his eyes as he swings the

slamming into the stone wall. My lungs are caged. My pulse

his knuckles across the bars as he pockets the key. “Didn’t

the fuck away from

cuts

time–gouging, tearing–but he’s faster. His hand shoots out, fisting the back of my neck,

his breath hot and vicious on my ear. “You think

locked in–his body a cage, his

nights, Jess,” Riot growls, pressing me harder against the stone until I can feel the shape of his rage bleeding through his skin. “Five nights until they gut you like a rabbit. Unless…” His grip loosens just enough for me to drag in a shaking breath. “Unless

brushes the edge of my jaw, a soft, brutal graze, “Beg me to