The Hockey Roommate's Filthy Desire novel Chapter 100

Chapter 100

Chapter 100

BRANDON’S POV

I did not move from her side.

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Time passed, but I could not tell how much. Minutes felt like hours, and hours felt like nothing at all. The only thing that felt real was the slow rise and fall of her chest and the faint beeping of the machines beside her.

I sat there, holding her hand, watching her like she might disappear if I looked away.

“You’re really going to do this to me?” I said quietly, my voice rough. “You said you were fine.”

She didn’t respond. Of course she didn’t.

My grip on her hand tightened slightly. “You don’t get to lie like that and then just sleep,” I muttered. “That’s not how this works, Aria.”

Still nothing. The silence was starting to get to me.

I stood up abruptly and began pacing the room. My mind refused to stay still. It kept going back to the accident. The truck. The impact. The timing.

It wasn’t random. It couldn’t be. My phone rang suddenly, breaking the quiet. I frowned, irritated, and picked it up without checking.

“What?” I snapped.

A voice answered, calm and familiar. “You really are a fool.” I froze. Slowly, I brought the phone away from my ear just enough to glance at the screen, then back again.

“Luca,” I said coldly.

A soft chuckle came from the other end. “I expected more from you, Brandon.”

“What do you want?” I asked, my patience already thinning.

“I heard about the accident,” he said. “Seems like you

My jaw clenched. “Watch your mouth.”

failed.”

“No,” Luca replied smoothly. “You watch yours. Or better yet, watch the people around you. Because clearly, you’re not very good at protecting them.”

My eyes moved to Aria instantly. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said quietly.

“Oh, I do,” he said. “You told the world it was you in that car, didn’t you?” I went completely still. “But you can’t lie to me,” he continued. “I know it was her.”

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“How?” I demanded.

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“Because I know her,” Luca replied. “Better than you think.” That annoyed me more than it should have.

“If you knew you couldn’t protect her,” he went on, his tone sharpening, “you should have stayed away from her instead of pretending to be some hero.”

My hand tightened around the phone. “You’re crossing a line.”

“She was better off with me,” he said.

That made me laugh, but there was no humor in it. “You mean the same you who didn’t choose her?”

There was a brief silence. “At least my mistake didn’t put her in a hospital bed,” Luca shot back.

That hit. I hated that it did. “I made my mistakes,” he continued, “but you? You’re dangerous to her.”

“I’m done with this conversation,” I said coldly.

“You should be done with her instead,” he replied. “Before you destroy her completely.”

I ended the call. Immediately. I didn’t want to hear another word from him. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at my phone, my chest tight with something I didn’t want to name.

Then I turned back to her. “You don’t get to listen to him,” I said quietly as I walked back to the bed. I sat down and took her hand again.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I added. “Not because of him. Not because of anyone.” I exhaled slowly, trying to steady myself. “I should have been there,” I muttered. “I should have been in that car.”

The thought wouldn’t leave my head. That truck was meant for me. And she took the hit instead.

A knock came on the door. “What?” I said sharply.

A nurse stepped in carefully. “Sir… your family is here.”

My expression hardened instantly. “I don’t have a family,” I replied flatly.

“They said they heard about the accident-”

“And suddenly they care?” I cut in. “Send them away.”

“Sir-”

“Send them away,” I repeated, my tone leaving no room for argument.

She hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Yes, sir.”

When she left, I let out a quiet breath and rubbed the back of my neck. “They don’t get to show up now,” I muttered.

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Memories surfaced without permission. A house that never felt like mine. A name that was forced on me. A man I was told to call father but never could.

And Blake, I scoffed softly. “They never accepted me,” I said under my breath. “Not before. Not after.”

Even after my mother died, nothing changed. So I left. I built everything on my own. And now they wanted to walk back in? “No,” I said quietly. “Not happening.”

Another knock came a few minutes later. This time, one of my men stepped in. “Sir.”

I straightened slightly. “What did you find?”

“It’s about the truck,” he said.

My focus sharpened immediately. “Talk.”

“It’s not unregistered,” he continued. “We traced it.”

“And?” I pressed.

“It belongs to a farmer.”

“That’s not helpful,” I said impatiently.

The man hesitated. “The farmer died three years ago.”

Silence filled the room. I stared at him. “Say that again.”

“He’s been dead for three years, sir,” he repeated. “But the truck is still in use.”

A slow, dangerous calm settled over me. “So someone dug up a dead man’s asset,” I said quietly.

“Yes, sir.”

“And used it to hit my car.”

“Yes, sir.” I looked back at Aria. Then back at him.

“This was planned,” I said.

“That’s what it looks like.”

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