His Trouble Maker

Chapter 92

GRAYSON

The wolfsbane gums up my veins, thick and slow. Keeps my wolf sedated. Keeps me pinned. But not gone. Never gone.

I push against the weight dragging me under.

I’ve taken worse.

I’ve survived worse.

Jessica.

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I grit my teeth. Pull harder. Taste blood. Where is she?

“Hey there, handsome.”

The wolfsbane spikes again. But I know that voice. “Aria.”

“Miss me?”

I don’t look away. I don’t flinch. I keep my gaze locked on her, steady and sharp, like I’m measuring exactly how long it would take to tear her apart.

And for a full sixty seconds, I do nothing but think about it. All the ways I should’ve killed her before. All the times I hesitated. All the exits I let her walk through. All the moments I let her slip past me, convincing myself I had bigger enemies to chase.

I didn’t. It was always her. Always the snake waiting in the grass, waiting for me to get comfortable, to get soft.

I curl my fingers into fists, chains biting deeper, heat flaring where the silver cuts clean to bone. But I keep pulling. Just enough for her to hear the metal strain. Just enough to let her know I’m still fucking here.

“I always knew you were a snake, Aria.” I drag the words slowly, let them scrape out of me like a promise, like I’ve already decided how this ends.

Her smile twitches, sharp and sweet like poisoned honey. “Oh, Grayson,” she hums, pacing closer. “That’s the problem with you. You knew. And you still kept me around.”

I roll my jaw, tasting blood. “That’s on me,” I admit, voice low, steady. “I should’ve crushed you the second you slithered too close.”

Her boots tap against the stone floor, lazy, circling me like I’m some caged animal. She leans down, close enough for me to smell the sickly sweet perfume she always wears. Close enough I can feel the heat of her breath on my neck.

“You think you would’ve won?” she purrs. “You think you could’ve stopped me?”

chains rattle. Feel

think…” I drag my gaze back to her, cold and hard, “you’ve got no idea how

a silent swallow, but she plays it off with a soft laugh.

Theo. Aria. Riot.

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you get him?” Riot smirks. “Bet you thought you could outrun this, huh?” Riot circles me like he’s choosing where to carve

taut, wrists flayed raw, bone grinding under

will fucking kill

his throat, tearing out his windpipe with my teeth. The chains rattle so violently the sound bounces off the

I want to carve his heart out while he’s still alive and force it down his fucking

now. “Keep pulling, Grayson. Go on.” Riot tilts his head as if he’s savoring my fury.” I suddenly remember how Jess fights like this too.”

me slow. “Just like you. Same little growls. Same way she fights when my hands are

I jerk violently.

so pretty when she’s losing,” Riot hums. “You should see the

again, blood slick beneath me, ribs grinding on stone. I won’t stop. I yank. I twist. I want the chain to slice. I want to tear through myself to get

cries for you, though,” Riot breathes near my ear. “Even when she chokes on my

slam my head toward him. Miss by an inch. My teeth

“Oh? Gonna bite me?”

growl, breath shuddering, spit mixing with blood as I jerk the chain again, again,

apart. Because after we’re

gaze flicks to Aria. A silent

Fucking loves

She drags her panties down in one slow, filthy pull

forward, Chains scream. Blood pours hot down my arms, silver biting

dragging slow, slicing over raw skin.

Fucking die.

under my jaw, tilting my face up like I’m some

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