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.

my

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

it. I was expecting to see Atticus there, but it surprised me when it was Dante. He barely ever says a word to me. Not unless he had no

mouth before I reach over and gently touch the bruise on his forehead. I don’t know why I did it;

of shock on his face, his eyes are wide, and I think he may

he finally comes to his senses, he moves my

I whisper. “Your bruises. They’re just

how much he hated it when

was it someplace

what I

person who truly loved her besides my mother and me. I’m aware that the only reason you married me was because she asked you to. I

“Willow—”

me

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

trapped inside me, all directed at him. He just was

to say something when his mother rushes to his side. “Dante!” She hissed. “What

long before his entire family stood in front

done to your face!” She shouts. They were all losing their patience with

think the shouting would help. He’s in

“Is that what you

they were biological sisters. I often wanted to be as close to them

want to talk about

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