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.”

land for our leisure, we had a combination of a basketball court, a tennis court, pools, and all you could think about

court was first, right next

he saw me. “Why do you always keep us

to me, and I narrow my

never asked you to wait.” I retort.

chest. “What are

glare at him. It doesn’t take us more than a few seconds to start grinning at each other.

shouted to alert my other brothers that I was finally

them to be out here waiting with Alaric, but they

us and the biggest pain in my ass. We were very competitive about many things; basketball got us

shouts. He’s three years older than me and the second born. “Send the ball

At any sport, whether it be football

thinking about

guys stop making so much noise?” Violet asks as she tries to read her book on the porch. She’s the calmest amongst us and,

wants, and no one can hurt

your room!” Cole tells her as

she pouts. “I want to read

look we always do when Violet uses her charm on our older brother. He never says no to her

boys,” he says, “let’s wrap this up and head inside. Mom’s making some honey-glazed turkey

upset that his game just got squashed because of his fifteen-year-old

my brothers, and we all take our seats assigned to each of us since we were

good, Mom,” I tell her

Carter,” she smiles. “And where is Violet? Why isn’t