Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 110

BRAYDON’S POV

“And why did you break into a female dorm room?” Officer John asks Bryan. He’s got both of us in his cramped office, his eyes scanning us like he’s trying to catch every twitch.

My palms sting, and my knuckles are wrapped in a gauze already spotting red. I don’t know why he keeps sneaking glances at me, like I’m also guilty.

“I need a lawyer before saying anything,” Bryan mutters beside me.

“Boy, you’ve been watching too many movies,” Officer John says with a flat and tired tone. You broke into a dorm room, destroyed property, and when confronted, you attacked him.” He points at me. “A lawyer will only be useful if you’re hoping for a reduced sentence if the victim presses charges, or if the university decides to step in.”

Bryan says nothing.

“Let’s start simple,” John continues, flipping open his notebook. “Why were you in Katy Evan’s room?”

Bryan shrugs, feigning innocence. “I wasn’t breaking in. I had a key.”

John leans forward. “And how did you get this key? Did she give you permission to use it?”

Bryan’s smirk fades just slightly.

“No, she didn’t.” I can’t help myself but answer. “He jumped her and stole-”

“Mr. Braydon, I wasn’t asking you,” Officer John cuts in, his eyes narrowing. “You will only speak when I ask questions. Understood?”

I nod, leaning back. “Yes.”

John turns back to Bryan. “Continue.”

“I got the key from her,” Bryan says. “And I didn’t jump her. I just… took it.”

My fingers curl under the table, my knuckles itching, but I keep them hidden. I can’t let him rile me enough to slap him.

John writes something down, then looks up. “You just took it,” he repeats. “And the ski mask? What was that for?”

“Boston’s cold,” Bryan answers with another nonchalant shrug.

John clenches his jaw but doesn’t respond, letting the silence stretch.

“Witness says you destroyed personal property,” John continues. “And we recovered pieces of a recording device on the floor. Want to explain that?”

Bryan’s smile tightens. “I broke a pen.”

“Not a pen,” John corrects. “A voice recorder.”

Bryan’s eyes flick for a second. “You don’t even know what was on it. I was recorded without consent.”

“We don’t need to know what was on it,” John replies. “We just need to establish intent. You entered without consent. You concealed your identity, searched the room, destroyed property, and assaulted someone.”

“That hockey prick hit me first,” Bryan snaps, leaning forward. “Call my dad and he’ll explain how my rights were violated. I was only trying to protect myself.”

John doesn’t look moved. “Were you also trying to protect yourself when you sexually harassed two female students at Cadston?”

Bryan freezes, his jaw ticking. He looks genuinely shocked that John knows about the harassment and I can’t help but feel a flicker of surprise myself.

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