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“Do I have to ask about this one or keep my mouth shut about it?” Pierce raised an eyebrow, leaning casually against the tree. His smirk was infuriating, like he already knew the answer but just wanted to hear me say it.

I lazily licked my lips and shrugged, my mind already racing. *Cruel woman,* I thought, glancing back at the closed door. She’d messed with my head, my world, and now she was sleeping like nothing happened.

“Guess that’s my answer,” Pierce said, pushing off the tree. His eyes flicked to the door for a second, then back to me. ” I’m curious.”

“You’re always curious,” I shot back, my tone sharp but playful.

He shrugged, that damn smirk never wavering. “With a lot of things.”

I turned away, sauntering toward the shed like I didn’t have a care in the world. Inside, my head was spinning. Sleep? Yeah, right. None of us were getting any of that tonight.

Pierce followed and I knew he would. That piece of shit can’t keep his mouth.

“You know,” he started, voice low and irritatingly calm, “she’s got you wrapped around her little finger. It’s kind of pathetic.”

I froze, my hand tightening on the shed door handle. My stomach churned, but I kept my back to him, my voice steady. “Careful, Pierce. You’re pushing your luck.”

He chuckled, the sound grating. “Am I? Come on, Grayson. We’re in deep shit here. You’ve lost everything.”

I spun around, shoving him hard against the tree. His back hit the bark with a thud, but he didn’t flinch, his smirk still in place. My fingers curled into his collar, my voice a growl. “You sold your sister to Riot–”

“He did what?”

Fuck.

My eyes widened and there she is, holding her breath while looking at us. Shit. Shit. It’s not my intention but it’s done.

I push Pierce on the ground, looking at Jessica’s pained expression. She’ll know about it

anyway.

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is wrong with you?” she hissed, her voice trembling but sharp enough to

inside me snarling, begging to finish what I’d started. Pierce groaned, trying

the words low and feral, and

hands pressing against my chest. “Grayson, stop!

sold you

Now, it’s damn full force. Riot appears holding some kind of metal which I don’t know where he got in

some talk earlier and we

of us is

Pierce’s wrist and twisting until the bone gives way. He howls, thrashing uselessly under

my back, but I

grin is sharp as he tosses the metal pipe from one hand to the other. “Figured it out, didn’t you?” His

under my grip, the sound like a wet crack. He screams, but I don’t let go. My knee digs into his chest, pinning him to the ground. “What did you do this time, Pierce?”

voice raw.

falter as she sobs. “Grayson, stop! You’re going

dragging the pipe along the ground. The screech sets my teeth on

at Riot, but he shoves her back with a

he says to me, tossing the pipe. I catch it mid–air, the weight solid in my hand. Pierce’s eye

pipe. “Last chance.

Beta.

my mouth, Pierce did not

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be fucking betrayed by

That’s fucking right.

me.

he be

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a bloody smile. “You really wanna know?” he whispers, his voice

into his skin. Behind me, Jessica’s

she’s wrong. He’s worth every second

he asks,

don’t answer. Instead, I swing the pipe in a wide arc, aiming to hit except I couldn’t. I

can’t.

his split lip. “You can’t do it, can you?” he taunts, his