His Trouble Maker

Chapter 135

Chapter 135

JESSICA

“Ah!”

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I hit the concrete hard, knees first, cheek after–his fingers still clutching the root of my hair like he’s not ready to let go, like the floor isn’t enough, like I belong beneath it. I can still smell the cages on me–hot metal, heat–rutted fur, shit and bile and birth, and something underneath all that, something that smells like

me.

I don’t scream. I don’t whimper. I just dry–heave against the floor until something pink threads out of my throat and the taste of silver makes my gums throb. Theo finally lets go, fingers slow, like he’s peeling a prize off the meat.

“Be good,” he hums against the shell of my ear, voice low like prayer, like fucking. “You’re not alone anymore, Jess.”

My breath stalls. My stomach folds in on itself. I twist, gagging, bracing on one elbow, and my eyes drag toward the far corner-

He’s here.

Riot.

Slumped. Chained. His face is swollen on one side, slack on the other. One arm’s bent wrong, the other limp in his lap. His eyes-

God, his eyes are open. He’s watching me.

Riot coughs, low, wet, like something inside him’s dying slower than it should. I crawl to the farthest corner, away from the stench of his ruined breath, the sound of my own heartbeat fucking me raw.

“W–What..happened to him?” Trembling, I ask, not showing him any fear.

Theo squats low, gloved fingers curling under my jaw, lifting my face until I can’t pretend I’m not staring at Riot’s ruined chest rising in thin, rattling swells, every breath a confession of failure.

“He wouldn’t kneel,” Theo murmurs, thumb pressing hard into the hinge of my jaw until it pops. “He thought he could keep you clean. Like you were ever anything but a feral little slit begging to be filled.”

a sob I won’t let

it’s enough for his chains to creak, for one hand to drag itself

Theo whispers, and his breath is sour with wolfsbane and something fouler, something that smells like the back of a throat swallowing screams. “He

of my lips, smearing the taste of

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when he pushes them in, pressing over my tongue until I gag and the floor swims and Riot’s eyes flare wide, as if he’s the one choking on

was satisfied, Theo shoved me into the floor and locked the cell before leaving us all

meat tearing, like holy ruin, and it cracked

is the man that ruined me and yet, looking at him right now makes me want to call the moon

because his chains were still rattling, because his pulse was still

tongue thick with sickness,

the dark: heat–bonded,

the wall with a hungry little kiss and my whole spine convulsed like I was still in

closer–Jessica–don’t-” he rasped, the words torn through something collapsing in his chest. “Jess–no. Don’t–don’t let

flat on the piss–stained concrete, breath seizing because I knew what

belly giving me away, heat like a bruise swelling up behind my navel. “I just

forearms, on elbows, my cheek splitting open again

“Riot, please,”

left me

his chains rattled when I got close, like his body was trying to lunge even if his voice was trying to save me and when my fingers touched his ankle, bare, filthy, hot with fever, I felt something howl behind my teeth–not a scream, not a sob, but

look terrified,”

curling in the meat of his jaw. “What

ruin cracking in the

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thought I did, or I needed to pretend I did, because the only thing worse than

fingers harder into the wreck of his jaw.”

Riot laughed.