The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 186

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 22

~WILLOW~

Everyone is shocked to see Dante’s anger towards his brother. One minute he was this gentle person taking care of me, and the next, he was this raging beast ready to take on his brothers.

I didn’t understand why he was this angry. So what if they brought me along with them? Why should that make him this angry?

“Why are you blaming Atticus?” Damon growls. “It’s your recklessness that f*****g caused all of this in the first place!”

“Please calm down, Dante.” Clarissa tries to lighten the mood. “I know this entire experience was stressful, but there’s no need to blame anyone. We can all be adults about this. The main thing is that Willow is now safe from any harm.”

“None of you were supposed to be there!” He growls. “It’s the one place I go to release my anger. Yet all of you followed me there and messed everything up! I was supposed to lose that f*****g fight!”

“What the hell were we supposed to do?” Atticus demands. “Watch you get beat up? And what the f**k is wrong with you? Why did you lie there and let that man kick your a*s? Why are you constantly happy to get your a*s beaten up?”

“f**k!” Damon growls. “If you want to get your a*s beaten up so much, you could ask the two of us. We would happily knock some sense into you!”

I knew they were only angry because they cared about their brother. It was their love for him that made them react this way. I wish that Dante could understand them.

recovered. I think it’s best we

forgotten about

looks over at me the second she mentions

nervously as he approaches me,

angry with me earlier; why was he acting so differently suddenly? Did he forget all about the kissing booth

“I’m okay.”

okay, physically, at least. Emotionally I was a wreck, and he

with blood all over his body made me

just some simple crush. It’s much, much stronger than that, to the point that it would hurt me ever to see

my sister, with me, it was different. I wanted to protect him because

leaned into me to fasten my seatbelt. The scent of his blood mixed with his sweat hit my nose, and I was surprised that even that was something

my own

help myself as I blurt out, “I

to know the truth. I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us. He didn’t give me a chance to explain before, and this may be the best time to

hand tightens on the steering wheel, “it’s okay. I think I

with just forgetting it. I had

plan. They said that if I participated, I wouldn’t have to kiss a stranger. I know you think I went into that room thinking I would kiss some stranger, but you’re mistaken.

I’m not sure what he’s thinking. I