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.”

nod and rush out the back door to enter our backyard. With ten acres of land for our leisure, we had a combination of a basketball

basketball court was first, right next

he saw me.

to me, and

you to wait.” I retort. “Now

shoves my chest. “What are

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

to alert my other brothers

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

eldest of the nine of us and the biggest pain in my ass. We were very

Apollo shouts. He’s three years older than me and the second born.

competitive. Always fighting to win. At any

was always thinking about his

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

she wants, and no one can hurt her unless they want her eight brothers to beat the s**t out

tells her as he joins in on the

read

her charm on our older brother.

says, “let’s wrap this up and head inside.

Cole, who looks upset that his game just got squashed because of his fifteen-year-old sister. We never even got a chance to play. There

the rest of my brothers, and we all take our seats

looks so good, Mom,” I tell her

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