Page 125 of Brutal Game

Inside, Joshua sat behind his desk, watching something raptly on his laptop.

“Ah, Aviva,” he said. “Come here, I want to show you something.”

“Where is he?” I demanded.

The coach’s lips quirked. “Ah, I may have…fibbed a little.”

Fuck.

I turned, ready to run, but to my horror, the door shut behind me—and locked with a resounding click.

“A little birthday gift from Jack. He thought it was funny, me being able to close the door with a button. Comes in handy sometimes. Now, come take a look.”

My throat went tight.

“I’m not sure I want to see whatever it is,” I told him.

“Are you sure? It’s your evidence.”

Bile filled my mouth at the insinuation, burning my throat. The idea of seeing my brother hurt in real time…

Reaching into my pocket, I typed in the passcode and swiped up on record. If something happened to me, at least whatever the Coach said would download to the cloud. Maybe I’d still get justice that way.

Maybe Jack would find out what had happened to me.

It was the most I could hope for.

“Evidence for what?” I asked, playing dumb.

He glanced at me, shaking his head, smile still in place. “Evidence for having sex with your brother. I did, by the way. He wasn’t the first, and he won’t be the last.”

“You didn’t have sex with him,” I said, glaring. “You assaulted him. Raped him.”

He shrugged. “If that’s what Asher’s saying to make himself feel better. All I did was help myself to what I already deserve.”

“What do you mean by deserve?”

“I’ve saved these young men. Trained them. Given them everything, so they’ll have everything. I’m a leader in this community, and a well respected one. So why shouldn’t I getto have a … slice of pie every now and then? Who does it hurt?”

“My brother,” I spat, disgusted. Joshua Jensen thought he was above right and wrong, above the law. That he was owed sex with his players, like droit du seigneur. But he was no king, just a pathetic, greedy man who’d smelled his own bullshit too often and was drunk on the fumes.

“Are you jealous, Aviva? Do you want what your brother got? I’m willing to give it to you.”

He winked at me. I shuddered.

“You’d assault me like you assaulted my brother?” I asked, calmly and clearly, even though my heart was racing. I just needed to get him to admit it on the recording.

“Yes,” he said, eyes flashing, grinning in an almost macabre smile. “And like your brother, you’ll like it.”

Got him.I’d done some research before I transferred: New York was a one-party consent state. Even though the coach didn’t know I was recording him, it would hold up in court.

If there even was a court case. If he ever got caught.

I had to believe he would.

But Jensen’s eyes narrowed on my hand, still in my pocket.

“Are you recording me, you little bitch?”

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