Page 50 of Playing Dirty

“Are you about to blackmail me into fucking you?” I ask, glaring at him.

His jaw clenches. “If that’s what it takes.” Sliding a hand into his inside jacket pocket, he pulls out some polaroids and places them in my hand.

It feels like all the blood drains from my body as I stare down at the images of me and Hernandez Estrada, my family’s biggest rival, meeting last week two towns over last week. “Where the fuck did you get these?”

He yanks them off of me and slides them back into his inside jacket pocket. “I hired a PI to follow you when I learned you leave the academy every Tuesday. He followed you over winter break and mentioned you met with some men of a rival cartel, so I asked him to follow you out of the academy last Tuesday.”

“You are a desperate and pathetic man.” I shake my head. “So what happens if I don’t fuck you?”

His smirk widens. “If you don’t obey me, baby girl. I’ll expose your treachery to your entire fucking family.”

My nostrils flare as I glare at him, wishing I could dunk him in the pool and drown him. No doubt he’d out power me, but perhaps with the air of surprise I’d come out on top. I value my life a little too much to try it out.

He pulls me even closer so that I can feel the warmth of his breath falling against my face. “Tell me, baby, tell me who owns you.”

I grit my teeth. “Fuck you.”

“No, Adrianna.” He spins me around and pulls my back against his chest, making me feel the hard length of his cock throbbing against my ass. “I’m going to fuck you, and when I do, you will wish you’d got into my bed the first time I asked.”

“Over my dead body.”

He chuckles into my ear. “That’s likely what would happen if your father knew you’ve been going behind his back and feeding information to his enemy.”

I swallow hard, knowing that what I did was wrong, even if I have no respect for my family. My decision to betray them was difficult, as I’ve always thrived in the criminal world, but I won’t be sold off like an asset. It’s not like they’ve ever made me feel cared for in my eighteen years of life. It was my only option if I want to break free of the Vasquez Cartel for good once I graduate.

Hernandez Estrada has been paying me hundreds of thousands of dollars to feed him information for the past three years. I have a few million stashed in an untraceable bank account that my family can’t touch. It’s my only way to escape their clutches.

“What do you want from me?” I ask.

His lips skate over the skin at my neck, making goosebumps erupt over my entire body. “I want you to admit that you want me as badly as I want you.”

I grit my teeth. “So you want me to lie?”

His jaw works as he steps closer to me. “Are you going to force me to rat you out, Adrianna? As I will.”

I long for Camilla to walk back in here, but I know that even changing into a swimsuit takes her an age.

I narrow my eyes and glare at him. “I’ve never met a man so pig-headed he won’t accept when a girl doesn’t want to fuck him.”

His nostrils flare and he closes in on me. “If you don’t stop fighting this, then everyone will know your little secret, not just your family. The academy doesn’t take kindly to traitors.”

My stomach churns as I wonder what he’s talking about. “So you are blackmailing me into having sex with you?” I’m almost shocked, but not quite, as Coach is that fucked up.

A sinister smirk twists onto his ungodly, beautiful lips. “Perhaps.”

“Hey, leave her alone,” Camilla calls, rushing toward us. Thank God she’s back, but I would have liked her to be here five minutes earlier.

Coach’s dark eyes move to her. “Morrone, didn’t Nitkin teach you a lesson? Or do I need to?”

I glance at Camilla as she swallows hard. Instantly, I can tell she’s thinking about giving him shit, so I shake my head to tell her to back off.

Camilla nods. “Fine, I’m getting into the pool.”

At this moment, I’m wondering why I bothered waiting for Camilla before getting into the pool. I could have warmed up without her and then this asshole wouldn’t have gotten to me.

I wish she wouldn’t leave me alone with him, even though I told her to back off. “Coach, please—”

His hand slams around my throat, and I struggle to draw in oxygen. “Listen to me, Adrianna. You’ll do as you’re told from here on in or daddy finds out how naughty his little traitor of a daughter is.”

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