Fake Dating My Ex's Hockey Star Brother (Maya Scott) novel Chapter 199

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honestly? When a guy looks at you like that, you know you’re getting somewhere.

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He props his elbow on the table, leaning forward. I mirror him, closing the space between us until our

faces are barely a breath apart. That’s when I notice the cross tattoo creeping up the side of his neck.

“How much do you need?” he asks.

“Twenty grand,” I reply instantly. “More, if you’re feeling generous.”

He whistles. “That’s… a lot.”

I pout, just enough to register disappointment. “Really? Twenty is too much?”

“Well… if you need it all at once.” His gaze flicks around like he’s scanning for someone like this bar is full

of cops or rivals ready to jump him. “I have other ways you can get that.”

I arch an eyebrow. “Oh? How?”

“I have some stuff to sell, and you can be a middleman,” he says, lowering his tone. “I’m always

shortstaffed on the delivery channel.”

Yeah, because he literally blackmails everyone who even tries to sell for him. Not that I support drug dealing or anything. But… Justin’s mom choked on drugs, he still looked the other way, tried to sell anyway, and now he’s getting blackmailed.

Justin might act like he’s fine or like nothing’s wrong because he’s crap at showing his real feelings but I’ know exactly why this whole thing is screwing with him. Why he won’t get help.

I straighten. “If I actually had the time to deal drugs for twenty grand, do you think I’d be here?”

“Hey,” he snaps. “Lower your fucking tone.”

I roll my eyes. “Relax. Half the people in here are high or halfway to it. I doubt they care.

His jaw tightens. “You must not be a student. One wrong whisper and this could get you in real trouble.”

“Too bad.” I cross my arms, “I’m not whispering.” Then I push back my chair and stand. “You know what? This is a waste of my time.”

“I’ve got coke,” he blurts.

Instantly, his head snaps side to side, eyes scanning the room like he just set off an alarm. “It’ll be worth your time,” he adds in a lower voice. “And you don’t have to do much. I already have the demand. I just need help with supply.”

Slowly, I study his face, letting the silence stretch before I ease back into the chair. “How much demand are we talking,” I ask, “and how much coke?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis,” he replies. “Once I see that ID or some proof of who you are, we can

talk.”

I sigh, closing my eyes for a second before snapping them open to glare at him. “Have you just been

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wasting my time?” I demand, letting my voice drip with exasperation. “Fine. My name’s Maddison Clark, I’m an art student, my boyfriend is Josh Harris, my favorite picnic spot is a cemetery, and yes, I love cooking even though I’m a terrible cook.” I throw my hands up. “What else do you want to know about me before you decide to lend me money? Seriously, it would be way easier to go back and call my dad to apologize quick honestly, that’s what I’m actually considering right now.”

My chest rises and falls as I finish, and I notice his lips part slightly. He looks… perplexed.

“You’re oddly compelling,” he finally mutters, his eyes narrowing on me. “And stubborn. Who walks around

campus without an ID? Doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, I can bring it to you fresh when I deal the coke you’re gonna give me,” I shoot back, a smirk slipping. “Because I know you won’t let me walk out of here with nothing. Or will you?”

“Yes. I will.” His tone is flat. “Bring me the ID, and then we’ll talk business.”

I clamp my lips shut, words clawing at my throat, and desperate to escape. Did he just… lead me on all this

time, only to shut me down at the end? I ball my hand under the table, anger burning hot-not just at him for wasting my time, but because I can already tell this bastard isn’t budging an inch.

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Chapter 59

ALLISON’S POV

“So what’s the plan now, smart ass?” Jessy asks, clutching his bag. He’s hovering by my door, definitely late for his shift which would normally be hilarious, except we’re still stuck on what to do about Black.

I groan, leaning against the door. “Maybe… admit I lied?” The words barely leave my mouth before I wince.

“Yeah. No.” I drag a hand down my face. “That’s a terrible idea.”

“Understatement of the century.”

“I know, I know.” I stare at the ceiling. “God, what am I supposed to do now?”

“Look, let’s just go with the fake ID,” Jessy says. “I’ve got a guy and he’s really good.”

My stomach twists instantly.

Black is smart, like annoyingly smart. He’s the kind of guy that notices tiny things and pulls at them until

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everything reveals itself. The thought of him scrutinizing a fake ID makes my skin prickle.

If he figures it out, that’s it. Game over. No leverage or second chances. Just me, exposed, in the middle of a mess I intentionally walked into.

But… what choice do we have?

We’ve gone through every other option and come up empty.

“Fine.” I let out a breath, my shoulders sagging. “But your guy has to nail it. If Black even sniffs something

off-”

“I know,” Jessy cuts in. “He won’t.” He gives my shoulder a quick squeeze. “We’ve got this, Alls. Don’t freak

out.”

I nod, desperately wanting to believe him, but my heart is sprinting and I’m basically vibrating from the

inside out.

Jessy ruffles my hair and pinches my chin before turning to leave. I watch him go, half wishing we could just kidnap Black, toss him somewhere cold and terrifying, and scare him enough to back off. Honestly, it sounds easier than whatever this mess is turning into.

I’ve been avoiding Justin all day, too. Every time his name pops up on my phone, goosebumps mask my skin. I’m terrified I’ll accidentally blurt out what I’m doing with Jessy and ruin everything. He keeps saying he wants to come see me since I told him I’m busy, and the guilt plus the anxiety feels like ants crawling around inside my skull.

With a tired sigh, I turn toward my door and then I catch Katy in my peripheral vision.

“Bestie!” I call out, waiting for her to make it down the hallway, even though she’s moving at the speed of a dying sloth. “Are you a snail or-”

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I cut myself off when she finally lifts her head and our eyes meet.

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Her lashes are clumped together, her cheeks soaked. Tears spill freely down her face, her mouth trembling

like she’s barely holding it together.

Oh. Shit.

Before I can even ask what happened, she collapses into my arms, gripping my shirt like it’s the only thing

keeping her upright. She starts sobbing and instinct kicks in immediately.

“It’s okay,” I murmur, rubbing slow circles into her back as I guide her inside without pressing for answers.

I lead her to my bed and gently push her down to sit. She’s shaking so hard, her breaths coming out in jagged gasps, tears and snot running freely down her face. It’s terrifying because I can’t remember the last

time I saw Katy like this.

“What happened?” I ask, grabbing a tissue from my desk and gently wiping her nose. “Talk to me. Did

someone hurt you?”

She nods, still crying, then blows her nose loudly into the tissue. I wait for her breathing to even out, but

the minutes drag, her sobs refusing to slow.

Is this because of Bryan?

The thought makes my fingers shake. If he’s the reason, I swear I’ll actually chop him into tiny, manageable pieces and deal with the consequences later.

“Are you okay to talk now?” I ask softly, leaning closer.

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