The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 280

~CARTER~

When I pulled up to the house, I noticed that all the cars were already there. It meant that I was the last one to return home.

I take a deep breath before facing my brothers. When I push the door open, I’m hit with the scent of my mother cooking in the kitchen. Her meals are what brought us together every night. No matter where we were, we came home in time to enjoy the dinner that she made.

Our family portrait was laid proudly on the wall. One of the largest portraits I’d ever seen. It was the first thing every guest saw when they entered our mansion. It was our parent’s pride and joy.

Almost everyone who entered our home stopped and stared at the portrait before moving forward. For me, I’d gotten used to that picture by now.

I walked down the hallway and made a second left; I found my mother exactly where I knew she would be.

“You’re late.” She scolds me. “Your brothers have been singing this in my head for the past hour. Where have you been?”

Dropping Clara’s sister home. I don’t say those words out loud. I knew my mother would have plenty to say about that.

“At a party.” It was only partly true.

She sighs, “When will you start getting serious about your life, Carter?”

It wouldn’t be a typical day if my mother didn’t remind me of my poor decisions. I lean over the counter and kiss her on her cheek. It always worked.

She smiles, “They’re waiting on you. After one game, I want everyone inside for dinner.”

enter our backyard. With ten acres of land for our leisure, we

was first,

Alaric growled the second he

me,

retort. “Now get the f**k out of my

she shoves my chest. “What are

more than a few seconds to start grinning at each other. This was how we greeted

ball!” He shouted to alert my other brothers that I

lunatics. I expected them to be out here waiting with Alaric, but they all anticipated that I would be late

the ball!” I shout at Alaric. He’s the eldest of the nine of us and the biggest pain in my ass. We were

shouts. He’s three years older than me and

to win. At any sport, whether it be football or basketball,

winner has to get the most food!” Ares shouts. He was always thinking

she tries to read her book on the porch. She’s the calmest amongst us

everything she wants, and no one can hurt her unless

Cole tells her as he joins in on the game

she pouts. “I want to read out here. Can’t

I give each other a look we always do when Violet uses her charm on our older brother. He never says no to her and treats her like the

and head inside. Mom’s making some honey-glazed

his fifteen-year-old sister. We never even got a

we all take our seats assigned to each of us

Mom,” I tell her as she

she smiles. “And where is Violet? Why isn’t she in here with