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.

anything, I opened my

a secret that Dante never wanted to marry me. It also wasn’t a secret that he didn’t

to see Atticus there, but it surprised me when it was Dante. He barely ever says a word to

over and gently touch the bruise on his forehead. I

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

he finally comes to his senses, he moves my

I whisper. “Your

much he hated it when I

were worse than before. This fighting ring, was it someplace that men went

I

don’t need to explain yourself.” I cut him off. “I know that you loved Anya, and I’m happy she had at least one person who truly loved her besides my mother and

“Willow—”

don’t embarrass me further. Please.” I stop

he loved her. While it was confirmed that I was happy his love for her was genuine, it didn’t make any of this

these bottled emotions trapped inside me, all directed at him. He just was clueless

say something when his mother rushes to his side. “Dante!” She hissed. “What have you been doing to yourself,

it wouldn’t be long before his entire family stood in front

done to your face!” She

help. He’s in too

him. “Is

biological sisters. I often wanted to be as close to them as they were with each other, but I

talk about it,” Dante

don’t care what you say,” his mother says. “You are opening up about this right now. I’m tired of