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.

I opened my room door and safely got back

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

f****d me to open it. I was expecting to see Atticus there, but it surprised me when it was

on his forehead.

a look of shock on his face, his eyes are wide,

he finally comes to his senses,

whisper. “Your bruises. They’re just worst

knew how much he hated it when I touched

was it someplace

I

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

“Willow—”

okay, Dante. Please don’t embarrass me further. Please.” I stop him once

While it was confirmed that I was happy his love for her

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

about to say something when his mother rushes to his side.

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

to your face!” She shouts.

shouting would help. He’s in too

asks behind him. “Is that what you do for fun

biological sisters. I often wanted to be as close to them as they were with each other, but I could never really bond with them freely. It felt weird knowing my sister’s history with

to talk about it,”

says. “You are opening up about