The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 166

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 2

~WILLOW~

“Why the f**k do you need to know that?” Dante growls.

Atticus crosses his arms over his chest and I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen these two this angry with each other.

“A f*****g underground fighting ring?” Atticus growls. “Are you a lunatic?”

A fighting ring? What was that exactly?

Dante looks surprised that Atticus knows the truth.

“Did you follow me there?” He asks him. “Did you f*****g follow me there, Atticus?”

“Of course I did!” He roars. “You kept returning home with a million bruises and acting like everything was okay when we all knew it wasn’t. Why the hell would you join something like that?”

Dante narrows his eyes and moves closer to his brother, “You may not have loved Anya, but I did. She’s dead. She’s dead, Atticus. Tell me you wouldn’t do the same if Autumn died. The woman I love is gone, and now I’m stuck in a marriage to her—”

He stops talking when he hears my gasp. I covered my mouth; I didn’t realize I’d made a sound until now.

Atticus turns to look at me as well, and I felt uncomfortable under both of their gazes.

say anything, I opened my room door

but he’d said exactly what he was thinking. It wasn’t a secret that Dante never wanted to marry me. It also wasn’t a secret that he didn’t love me, not even a little bit. I think it’s even possible that he

door f****d me to open it. I was expecting to see Atticus there, but it surprised me when it was Dante. He barely ever says

gently touch the bruise on his forehead. I don’t know

look of shock on his face, his eyes are wide, and I think he may have forgotten what he

finally comes to his senses, he moves

whisper. “Your bruises. They’re just

knew how much he hated

it someplace that men went to fight? It would match the

I said

truly loved

“Willow—”

me further. Please.” I stop

want to hear how much he loved her. While it was confirmed that I was happy his love for her

didn’t help that I had all of these bottled emotions trapped inside me, all directed at him. He just was clueless in

mother rushes to his side. “Dante!” She hissed. “What have you been doing

before his entire family stood in

face!” She shouts. They were all losing their

would help. He’s in too much

behind him. “Is that what you do for

were biological sisters. I often wanted to be as close to them as they were with each other, but I could never really bond

don’t want to talk about it,” Dante

his mother says. “You are opening up about this right now. I’m tired of