His Trouble Maker
Chapter 129
Chapter 129
Chapter 129
JESSICA
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I can’t keep track of what’s real. I don’t remember moving. My chest is tight, breath sharp, rain drilling down my back like it’s trying to get under the skin.
Theo. Did. It.
I don’t believe him. Except I do. Except I always knew. Except something in me went quiet the second the words left Riot’s mouth.
Now I’m trying to count my breath but it’s off. I keep hitting the same number twice. I keep skipping three and five. The cold’s finally sinking in–deep, sharp, mean—and I try to pull my arm back but his grip doesn’t slip. I dig my heel in. I stumble. I twist. His fingers just dig harder.
I blink and everything’s too sharp. Leaves dripping black. Sky cracked open with veins of light. The wind keeps changing direction. Like it’s trying to find me. Like it’s smelling for something already dying.
It’s not rain. It’s not cold. It’s something worse. It’s the feeling right before something sinks its teeth into the back of your neck.
Am I fucking guilty? Absolutely. It’s a trial I chose, thinking I could change the course of our lives. I just…didn’t expect it would turn
out like this one.
He said Theo ate the whole village.
No. No. Fuck that. Fuck that-
1 jerk against the rope again. My wrists scream. Good. I yank until it feels like something’s tearing under the skin. I need this part to hurt. I need to know where my body ends. I need to hold on to something that doesn’t shift and rot and grin with meat in its teeth.
He ate them. He turned the pack into red streaks and fucking confetti.
I curl forward, forehead to my knees. Sweat and dirt sting where the bark’s bitten me.
Grayson.
Oh fuck.
Grayson’s going to walk into that. His pack. His home. Bits of it in Theo’s mouth. Bones scattered.
He’s going to look at the worst thing I’ve ever done and know—she did this.
Not Theo. Not Riot. Me.
I breathe hard, Fists shaking. I count it. One breath. Two, Three. Try to fold it into order. Try to wrap the panic in numbers like I can control it.
Four. Five. Six. Stop shaking. STOP.
But it won’t. My whole body’s gone to war with itself. I’m hot and cold and bile and rage. My wrists are raw. My eyes won’t close without flashing red.
“Walk faster, Jessica!”
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like I’m something to haul, not someone. My feet slip on the slope. Leaves slick under my boots. Cold needles stab through the gaps in my clothes. Rain like knives now, straight into the back
matter
I snap.
mean to. My body
enough to hurt him.
shoulder burns. Rain hits my back like whips
laughing at me. “I’ve trained you, Jessica.
should’ve bit you harder,” I hissed. Voice half–gone. Tongue thick. “I should’ve fucking ripped
mutters finally. “If I wanted to,
quieter. “I’m getting you
rough, cracked. “Why should I believe you…after everything you’ve
through branches like bones popping in the dark. My hands are shaking again
“Shit,” he mutters.
damned if I’m hearing fear in
looking through
is it?”
“Run.”
fast enough. His hand yanks again. The collar cuts into my neck. My boots catch. I stumble
“RIOT–”
Just the sound of him crashing through the woods like nothing’s sacred anymore. Not the rain, not the trees, not the skin I’m inside.
coming down in stabs now, straight, knives on my scalp. Cold and sharp and full of pressure. It’s not water. It’s
is it?” I shout, spitting mud,
He doesn’t answer.
just looks back–and
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moves so fast I can’t make what is it but
shakes.
The roots rise. I’m going
“MOVE!” Riot barks.
I don’t.
fear.
in it like he’s done this before, like this isn’t the first girl he’s had to drag out of hell. He hauls me
About His Trouble Maker - Chapter 129
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