His Trouble Maker

Chapter 133

Chapter 133

JESSICA

Riot is not dead.

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I am sure of that after I overheard some of Theo’s men talking about it. The walls are not thick enough to conceal their plans for me.

Damn it. I need to get out of here.

I lick my lips–dry, cracked, bloody–and stare at the only window in this shithole. Too high, too narrow, but if I could just get my hands free, if I could stand without my knees giving out, I could maybe–fuck.

I jerk myself higher, half–dragging a useless leg, hoping I’ll fucking reach the only window in this place. Theo must’ve shoved me in some hole no one can smell me in–smart bastard.

If I can just–fuck–reach that goddamn window….my eyes snapped open and I quickly went back to the corner side when I heard some footsteps outside.

He’s here.

Theo’s here.

No.

No, no, fuck no.

“Stay the fuck away,” I hiss, low and hoarse, barely sound. My fingers tighten around the rusted pipe I dragged from the corner–my only weapon. My only goddamn chance. It’s shaking in my grip. Or maybe that’s me. Doesn’t matter. I’ll split his fucking skull open before he have me.

“Let go of the pipe, baby,” Theo purrs, throwing a stack of plates against the far wall.

The sound makes me jump in an instant, and I’ll be damned because everything in me has been sensitive ever since he bit me–skin too raw, ears too sharp, blood too hot and crawling.

He’s doing this on purpose. That sick, grinning bastard.

I don’t let go of the pipe.

Theo steps forward, and I keep on stepping back so the bastard won’t reach me.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he croons, cocking his head like a predator pretending to be curious. “Scared I’ll bite again?”

I tighten my hold. My back hits the far wall.

No more space left.

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Fuck.

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drop to my chest–watching it rise too fast, watching me breathe wrong,

Jess. You’re leaking

it like

it toward his face. “Come closer,”

missed your

moon goddess.

smell like heat,” he says, voice soft, almost admiring.

teeth. “Good.

thighs are

there between

can taste it from here. His boots drag slow across

he growls, eyes blazing with that fucked–up hunger. “All that rage, all that heat…

spit in his

wipes it off

the pipe hard. Miss his skull by an

and throws it across

snarl. Still, I

mouth at my throat, hands braced hard against the wall like he’s caging a rabid thing. Which

you, Jessica,” Theo snarls, and before I can spit another curse, he slams me down–hard. My back hits cold concrete, skull bouncing once, and his weight pins me like a kill. His palm grips my

across the floor with his boot and kicks it closer–meat still steaming, still bleeding. My stomach twists. My mouth waters. The

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shove the

“I’m not your bitch.”

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dragging up the shell of my ear,

body is starving like

twist, dig my nails into his ribs, try to bite his cheek but he jerks

you’ll die starving in

Theo’s right.

want to fucking

at the meat. Bloody. Raw. Still steaming. The fucking nerve–he knows what this does to me.

Wants me to crawl.

My fingers twitch.

No.

No.

Fuck him.

my mouth so fast I choke on it. My nails dig into my thighs–hard, deep, enough to tear. I bite my tongue to keep from whimpering. I feel like I’m vibrating, my skin too tight, breath coming

Meat.

Animal.

Mine.

whisper, and crawl. On all fours like a fucking starved

snatch the meat and sink my teeth in–ripping, biting, chewing like it insulted me. Like I’m punishing it for being what he gave me. Warm grease drips