BRAYDON'S POV
My old man walks toward us, and my jaw tightens with every step he takes. I should’ve known this was coming. If there’s a way to get under my skin, if there’s a way to threaten my graduation or my future, he’ll take it. No matter how low he has to go.
He stops in front of Coach, standing tall and then his eyes move slowly, landing on me first, then sliding to Katy, then Justin.
“My son, Bryan, called me,” he starts with arrogance in his voice. “He was brutally assaulted so I took the matter up with the university myself after seeing how much he was brutalized.” He looks at Coach. “Blood or family has nothing to do with violence.”
I almost chuckle, but it comes out as a scoff. He’s smiling at me with a smug, satisfied expression and I feel Katy’s fingers slip into mine, l
