Page 52 of Play Dirty
My stomach sinks… so it was him.
“Why would Asher be here, sir?” I ask, looking down at the coach and not the man standing beside him. A cloud of smoke drifts my way, invading my small bubble, causing my throat to constrict and my blood pressure to spike.
My hands involuntarily form fists. Wanting nothing more than to smash them into his face over and over. He chuckles, stepping away from Coach Jensen and moving closer to me. His hand tugs my short strands, forcing me to look into his eyes.
Those frosty orbs stare back at me… haunting and claiming.
“Because someone is letting him in, one of you.”
I swallow hard. “One of us?”
“Only members have access. Who else could it be? Luckily for you, I already know who it is, and Zayden will handle it.”
I look over at Zayden, who is already walking behind Thiago and Ezra to find the traitor amongst us. “Look at me, boy.”
And I do.
My body snaps to obey. “My daughter is amongst the petals. More than likely, he will go after her.”
Aren’t they together?
I want to ask, but instead I force myself to stay quiet and let him continue. “Jensen here said he has someone inside with the girls. Find Shiloh, don't let that asshole get more ammo for them to use.”
“So, I’m supposed to guard Shiloh or fuck Asher up?”
He slaps me hard across the face, causing my ear to ring and the burn in my face to be sharp. The taste of copper fills my mouth, and I spit a mixture of blood and saliva to the ground.
“Don’t be smart, or I’ll find better use for your mouth. Do what you need to do to stop him. Wyatt will deliver him back to where he belongs. You make sure Shiloh stays put.”
My jaw ticks.
At leastI won’t be fucking anyone, and I get to beat the asshole I’ve been wanting to fuck up since the moment I watched him touch her in the garden years ago. I hate the guy for simply existing and only held back because I needed to.
This is great. A grin spreads across my face when I’m released and allowed to leave the room. My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out and read the message.
Anonymous
Not a smart move.
I scan the area, trying to see if I notice anything out of place, apart from the petals lining up for pictures; it’s all the same. And I mean the same all fucking black attire, golden fucking trident pins to the pocket, and golden masks to cover our faces. The women are also dressed in the same pink pale dresses and hair braided with tiny pink roses woven throughout. The only difference is their masks. While ours covers the entirety of our faces, theirs only covers half.
Amongst the girls, I spot her.
Recognizing the plumpness of her lips and the defined heart shape of her cupid’s bow. As long as I know where the mouse is, I can find the cat.
Chapter Twenty- One
Shiloh
Ishould have probably asked Tati what we were doing here before we were separated amongst the girls, so eager to please... to be broken in. Memories of my first hunt crawl out of the dirt, secrets I long ago buried. Resurfacing at a rapid speed.
How my feet ached as I ran through the dirt. How my stomach churned. How my heart ricocheted within my chest.
How was he the one to find me?
Catch me.
Ruin me.
