His Trouble Maker

Chapter 121

JESSICA

They think I’m asleep.

Sedated maybe.

Like the wolfsbane’s enough to make me blind, or stupid, or soft. Fuck. I never thought my own brother would do this to me. He poisoned me. Can you believe that?

The chains dig in when I shift–just slightly–testing the cuffs again like I haven’t done it every ten minutes for the past however- many hours they’ve left me here. Cold stone under my back. Metal against my skin. Sickness rolling in waves through my stomach like I swallowed fire and it’s melting me from the inside out.

I need to get out of here as soon as possible.

I twist my wrist and it stings.

“Fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes and trying not to make so much noise.

The cuffs bite deeper when I flinch. My shoulder’s out of place again.

“I swear to god,” I mutter, low under my breath, “if Pierce walks in here again acting like I’m the unstable one, I’m gonna rip his throat out with my fucking teeth.”

I breathe through my nose. Try to focus. One second at a time. One breath, then the next. Then I count. Not for calm. Just to keep track of time. I’m up to five hundred thirty–nine heartbeats since the last time Grayson stood at the door and didn’t come in.

“You coward,” I whisper, just loud enough in case he’s on the other side again. “You can string me up, but you can’t even look at

me?”

The chain rattles when I shift my weight. My ankle’s raw. I keep flexing it anyway. Gotta keep blood moving. If I lose circulation, I lose options. And I’m not planning to bleed out in this room like some feral kept on a leash.

1 twist again, slower this time, eyes locked on the door like I’m waiting for it to flinch first. Metal scrapes against skin and it hurts like a bitch, but I keep going. Can’t stop. Won’t. If I’m bleeding, I’m breathing.

“Fuck,” I mutter again, voice sharper now, throat raw from the wolfsbane but still mine. “Come on. Come the fuck on.”

like a warning bell that never shuts up. But none of it matters. Pain’s information. That’s all. And

but Grayson is there, showing up

blink, once. Just enough. Just slow enough to make it look like I’m

Grayson quickly crouched beside me, touching the

my eye. “I know,” he murmurs, eyes searching mine for the kind of hurt he can fix. “I know, baby.

want to–Pierce said-”

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Chapter 121

chin lowers. “You did it

90%

just breathes, slow and shallow. Still crouched in

shift just enough to make the chain rattle,

“I’ve brought you something.”

least he still cares. Not that I’m doubting his

chained me. Now you’re here wanting to spoon–feed

jaw tightens. “You have to

voice hoarse and cracked. My eyes find his. “Just tell me the truth. Are you going

your plan, Grayson? Keep me up here until

He doesn’t blink.

him to hear it. I

“Jess…”

like he’s going to reach for me again. That pathetic little motion–hesitation

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

that he gives me feels like

are you doing now, huh? What’s your brilliant next move, Alpha? Gonna pout outside the door? Keep me here till

I say, louder now. “Tell me. What’s the plan, Grayson? And where the hell are

fast enough, and that’s how

“Jess-”

to rattle the chain. “You stripped me down, put me in fucking shackles, and now you’re dressed like it’s judgment day