The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 155

Book 2 Chapter 78

~CLARISSA~

“Who are you?” I scream. “Why are you here?”

Damon’s arms are tight around me. I lean more into him, terrified of what is about to happen. There were so many of them, at least fifteen men surrounding us.

After the banging on the door earlier, they broke it down before we had even gotten a chance to open it. Then they’d dragged us outside. Damon fought hard until he’d gotten me into his arms again, but I wasn’t sure how long it would be before they’d dragged me away from him again.

Now it seemed like they were playing with our emotions. They could take me; with the amount of them, I knew they could drag me away from him if they really wanted to. However, it seemed as though these men had plenty to say before they tried to attack us.

There’s a tattoo on the side of their neck, continuing down their arm. Something about it seemed familiar to me.

Where have I seen it before? If I hadn’t seen it, I knew I’d at least heard about it. My brain was not functioning properly, and it was because of the fear in my heart. I was terrified that these people would harm my mate. I was terrified of what they were capable of doing. I knew nothing about them, but they seemed to know me.

me out; they stared at me like I

because of you, Clarissa.” The leader says, at least that’s what he introduced himself as earlier. “Like I’ve said to you before. It seems as

closer than before. There was a strange

tiny piece, felt like I knew them. Like I knew all of them. It didn’t make me

mean?” I demand. “I don’t know any of you. Why could you possibly be here for me? Please give me an explanation for all of this. Do you even know who my

I know I’ve seen

But where?

yes, I know who your family is Clarissa. They aren’t important. There is nothing

insane? Your princess? Is this some prank on

trying to mess with us? Maybe someone found out about my relationship with Damon, someone other than our family, and this was possibly a dumb game

to her. She also gave me a lot of trouble. However, she was

My sister?

stiffen in

talking about,” I confess. “I was adopted, and I

a sister. These people were insane. I had to find a way to call for help. I couldn’t

against Damon’s chest and pretended to stay there while trying to send a message to Autumn. It was just one word, ‘help,’ but