His Trouble Maker

Chapter 92

GRAYSON

The wolfsbane gums up my veins, thick and slow. Keeps my wolf sedated. Keepspinned. But not gone. Never

gone.

| push against the weight draggingunder.

I've taken worse.

I've survived worse.

Jessica.

13

| grit my teeth. Pull harder. Taste blood. Where is she?

“Hey there, handsome.”

The wolfsbane spikes again. But | know that voice. “Aria.”

“Miss me?”

| don’t look away. | don’t flinch. | keep my gaze locked on her, steady and sharp, like I'm measuring exactly how

long it would take to tear her apart.

And for a full sixty seconds, | do nothing but think about it. All the ways | should've killed her before. All the

times | hesitated. All the exits | let her walk through. All the moments I let her slip past me, convincing myself |

had bigger enemies to chase.

I didn’t. It was always her. Always the snake waiting in the grass, waiting forto get comfortable, to get soft.

I curl my fingers into fists, chains biting deeper, heat flaring where the silver cuts clean to bone. But | keep

pulling. Just enough for her to hear the metal strain. Just enough to let her know I'm still fucking here.

“I always knew you were a snake, Aria.” | drag the words slowly, let them scrape out oflike a promise, like

I've already decided how this ends.

Her smile twitches, sharp and sweet like poisoned honey. “Oh, Grayson,” she hums, pacing closer. “That's the

problem with you. You knew. And you still keptaround.”

I roll my jaw, tasting blood. “That's on me,” | admit, voice low, steady. “I should've crushed you the second you

slithered too close.”

Her boots tap against the stone floor, lazy, circlinglike I'm scaged animal. She leans down, close

enough forto smell the sickly sweet perfshe always wears. Close enough | can feel the heat of her

breath on my neck.

“You think you would've won?” she purrs. “You think you could've stopped me?”

| twist my wrists again. Let the chains rattle. Feel skin tear, silver blistering through flesh.

“I think...” I drag my gaze back to her, cold and hard, “you've got no idea how dangerous | am when I've got

nothing left to lose.”

Her throat bobs in a silent swallow, but she plays it off with a soft laugh. It was then another traitor entered the

room.

Theo. Aria. Riot.

1/4

39)

Chapter 92

A fucking council of traitors.

“How'd you get him?” Riot smirks. “Bet you thought you could outrun this, huh?” Riot circleslike he’s

choosing where to carveopen first. “Bet you thought she was worth it.”

The silver hisses as Llunge-chains snapping taut, wrists flayed raw, bone grinding under the pressure.

“I will fucking kill you!” I roar.

The words rip out oflike I'm already inside his throat, tearing out his windpipe with my teeth. The chains

rattle so violently the sound bounces off the stone, loud, metallic, desperate-but it's not enough. | slam against

them again. And again.

| want to bury my hands in his chest and snap every rib one by one. | want to carve his heart out while he’s still

alive and force it down his fucking throat.

Riot’s laughing now. “Keep pulling, Grayson. Go on.” Riot tilts his head as if he’s savoring my fury.” | suddenly

remember how Jess fights like this too.” This fucking asshole!”

“She thrashes,” Riot keeps going, circlingslow. “Just like you. Slittle growls. Sway she fights when

my hands are on her throat.”

| jerk violently.

“She fights so pretty when she’s losing,” Riot hums. “You should see the way she trembles when she-"

1 lunge. The chain slamsdown again, blood slick beneath me, ribs grinding on stone. | won't stop. | yank. |

twist. | want the chain to slice. | want to tear through myself to get to him.

“She still cries for you, though,” Riot breathes near my ear. “Even when she chokes on my name.”

| slam my head toward him. Miss by an inch. My teeth snap in the air where his throat should've been. He just

laughs.

“Oh? Gonna bite me?”

“I'm going to rip your throat out,” | growl, breath shuddering, spit mixing with blood as | jerk the chain again,

again, again. “And I'll make you watch while | feed it to the dogs.”

“Keep pulling, Grayson,” Riot purrs. “Rip yourself apart. Because after we're done with you, you'll be nothing.”

His gaze flicks to Aria. A silent command.

She smirks. Fucking loves this.

Her hands slide to her hips. She drags her panties down in one slow, filthy pull and tosses them at my feet like

she’s dropping meat for a starving dog

My body snaps forward, Chains scream. Blood pours hot down my arms, silver biting to the bone, My knees skid

through it, ribs cracking against the stone.

“Shhh...” Aria lowers down, nails dragging slow, slicing over raw skin. “I’m going to have your puppies,

Grayson.”

Fucking die.

“You'll make beautiful pups,” she whispers, thumb brushing under my jaw, tilting my face up like I'm some

chained mutt she’s

2/4

10:03 Sun, 24 Aug

Chapter 92

broken. “Maybe we can have ten?”

“I'm going to kill you.”

68%

“Oh?” She swings her leg over, straddling my lap like I'm not covered in my own blood, like I'm not dragging

these chains hard enough to shatter bone. “You'll kill me, Grayson? From here?”

She sinks her weight onto me. Full contact. Slow grind. Her hips pressing into mine like she fucking owns me.

38

“Shhh...” she hums, brushing my blood-matted hair back from my forehead. “It's alright, Grayson. You don’t

have to fight so hard. You'll still get to feel me-just not the way you want.”

| slam forward so hard the metal shrieks. My shoulders split. My wrists crunch.

Her nails dig into my throat, her breath skating over my cheek, her cunt grinding against my lap like she’s

claiming me. “You can fight, you can bleed, but you'll still be mine when you break.”

| snap my teeth at her, spit flying, chains rattling like they're one pull away from giving.

“Oh?” she giggles, rolling her hips harder. “You still think you're not enjoying this?”

| drag the chains, slow and brutal, feeling the skin peel away, feeling the heat of her press againstlike filth

I'll scrape off with her own bones.

“You're going to feelfor days,” she purrs, hand sliding down my chest, across my shredded ribs, until her

palm settles right over my belt, pressing, grinding.

+ grow!, low and murderous. “When | break this chain, Ill fuck your corpse.”

Her breath hitches-just for a second. | fucking see it. | fucking feel it.

“Go on,” | snarl, pulling harder, skin tearing, metal bending. “Ridenow, Aria. See if you can still breathe when

| wrap this silver around your neck.”

She pulls back slightly, the first crack in her pretty little game. But Riot’s laughing behind her.

“Keep going,” he purrs. “Let's see who breaks first.”

Islam forward. Again. Again. Blood streaking the stone, my ribs grinding, my vision going dark around the edges.

Letbreak.

I'll kill them all.

I'll choke her with the chain she thought would hold me.

I will rip her apart.

Piece.

By.

Fucking.

3/4

word

word

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWLHI0RAO&1

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

word

word

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWLHI0RAO&1

mmMwWLIII0fiflo&1

mmMwWL1i10f1ifl0&1

mmMwWLIiI0fiflO&1