His Trouble Maker

Chapter 48

JESSICA

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Kael plays dirty. No one says it, but everyone fucking knows it. He's ranked first every tin combat training,

and it’s because he never fights fait.

“Well?” Kael’s voice is a low growl, sharp, taunting. “Aren’t you going to throw the first punch-"

| don’t hesitate. | fucking throw my fist at him, fast and hard.

Kael dodges just in time. His hand shoots out, grabbing my wrist like he knew it was coming, and the next thing |

know, his elbow slams into my ribs. The breath rushes out of me, sharp and painful. My vision blurs. | stumble

back, gasping, but before | can get my bearings-

Kael’s knee connects with my stomach.

“Ah!” The sound rips from my throat as | double over, choking. Pain. White-hot pain.

I'm not fucking stopping.

| push back, gasping for air, but Kael doesn’t let up. His hand catches my neck, tight-too tight. His fingers dig in,

and the world tilts as he slams my head into the floor.

The impact rattles my skull. My body shakes with the force. | can’t breathe. | try to push against him, but my

hands are too weak, my body too fucking tired.

Kael laughs. That arrogant, sickening laugh. “Con,” he sneers, twisting my arm behind my back. “You're not

gonna give up yet, are you?”

| growl through clenched teeth, fury rising up like a firestorm inside of me. | don’t give up.

| twist my body, using every ounce of what's left in me, and slam my fist into his side. The hit isn’t clean, isn't

perfect, but it's enough to make him grunt. It buysa second.

One fucking second.

But it's enough.

Kael stumbles back, just long enough forto scramble to my feet. My legs wobble. My chest burns. Blood drips

down my lip, mixing with sweat, stinging like acid.

Kael’s already back on me, moving too fast. His fist comes down, cracking across my jaw. He doesn’t give me

tto breathe. His hand shoots out, grabbing my arm, twisting it behind my back, the muscles in my shoulder

screaming, my body forced to bend in a way that shouldn't even be possible. | yelp. Fucking pain.

“You're pissingoff.” He hisses in my ear, his voice low and mocking, the heat of his body pressed against my

back. | try to break free, but Kael’s grip tightens, and he slamsinto the ground.

Then, the rain hits. Cold drops splatter across my face, mixing with sweat and blood. It's a slap of reality. But

Kael doesn’t care. His grip doesn’t loosen.

Kael grabs my hair, yanking my head back, forcingto look at him as he positions himself above me. His smirk

is all teeth.

| twist beneath him, trying to squirm out of his hold. | need to move, need to get the fuck out, but he’s too fast,

too strong. My fist comes up, aiming for his face, but it’s like hitting stone. He ducks under my swing and grabs

my wrist, twisting it hard until | feel the sharp jolt of agony shoot up my arm.

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“You're weak,” Knel growls, his knee digging into my stomach, pressing the air out of my lungs as he presses his

body down on me. My blood slicks the mud beneath us as | struggle to push him off.

I need to move.

Desperation fuels me, | throw my head back, slamming it into his nose. | hear the sickening crack of bone, but

Kael’s grip doesn’t loosen. He snarls and presses harder, both of his knees now pinning my legs down. His weight

is suffocating. | can’t breathe. | can’t fucking breathe.

| twist my body, ripping my arm free from his grip-pain screaming through me-but | don’t stop. | drive my fist

into his side.

| hear the air leave him in a violent rush, but Kael doesn’t loosen his grip. His hands are crushing my throat,

grinding the life out of me, and | can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t do anything except feel the pressure.

My vision goes blurry.

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Everything's closing in around me-my body's fighting against the pain, but it's too much.

I can’t-

I can’t-

The rain is getting harder, and every second is makingfeel so weak. No.

I refuse.

I can’t die like this.

Suddenly, there's a flicker-something through the fog of my failing consciousness. | barely register it at first, but

it’s there. A face.

Grayson.

Through the rain, his face is a blur, but his eyes-they’re fucking clear. Wide with panic. His eyes are locked on

me, filled with rage and worry. He's charging toward me, but Pierce steps in front of him, blocking him off.

Everything insidesnaps.

The strength, the rage, the need to survive-it all crashes intolike a fucking tidal wave.

| twist again. My nails dig into Kael’s flesh as I claw, raking across his arms, desperate, frantic. | feel the burn in

my throat, but | don’t stop.

Kael’s grip falters just for a second. That's all | need.

I slam my knee into his side, my body bucking beneath him as | use the last bit of my strength to knock him off

me.

He stumbles back, and I don’t wait.

I spring up, claws out, heart racing, adrenaline pumping. My body screams in protest, every inch of me

screaming for rest, but | don’t care. | won't let him win. Not like this.

Kael growls, ready for the next move, but I'm already on him. | lash out, landing a solid punch to his ribs, sending

a sick crack through the air. He roars, but | don’t give him a second to recover. I'm on him again, claws sinking

into his shoulder as | shove him down, hard.

The mud splatters up around us, and the rain beats down harder, the storm raging, but all | can hear is the

thunder of my own heart as | push, twist, and fight.

He's off-balance now. | slam my knee into his gut again, and his breath leaves him in a violent rush. | grab his

shirt, yank him down, and for

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one split second, | see it in his eyes.

He knows.

He knows he’s losing.

And then, | shove him-hard.

His body slams into the mud at the edge of the circle, his arm flailing for purchase, but it's too late. He's out.

| stand there, panting, chest heaving, blood and mud dripping from my face. My body hurts. My ribs feel like

they're cracking with every breath | take. My head spins. But I'm still fucking standing.

Kael’s still on the ground, groaning, but it's over. I've won.

1 force a grin through the pain.

“Not bad for the underdog,” | mutter, breathless, my hands shaking as | wipe the blood from my lips.

Not bad at all.

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