His Trouble Maker
Chapter 133
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, shake
You’re
says it
grip, angle it toward his face. “Come
missed your
swear to fucking moon goddess. I’ll rip
says, voice soft, almost admiring. “It’s driving
bare my teeth. “Good. Rot
thighs are
right there between my
he can taste it from here. His
with that fucked–up hunger. “All
spit in his
it off with the
his skull by an inch and hear it crack into the wall–dust rains
pipe mid–swing, wrenches it out of my grip like it’s a toy, and
snarl. Still, I
my throat, hands braced hard against the wall like he’s
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 throat -not tight, just enough to remind me he could crush it. “But fucking cat,” he growls against my jaw, breath hot and rank with blood. “We’ve got somewhere
still steaming, still bleeding. My
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“I’m not your bitch.”
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up the shell of my ear, slow
is
to bite his cheek but he jerks back laughing, fucking
die
Theo’s right.
don’t want to
steaming. The fucking nerve–he knows what this does to me. He wants me
Wants me to crawl.
My fingers twitch.
No.
No.
Fuck him.
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
Meat.
Animal.
Mine.
and crawl. On all fours like
gave me. Warm grease drips down my chin, soaks into my shirt. I’m
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