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The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 183
Book 3 Chapter 19
~DANTE~
What the f**k was wrong with me?
Why did I lose control like that? When I saw Willow inside that room, waiting eagerly and all innocently
for a stranger that she didn’t even know, everything snapped.
The kiss was supposed to be a lesson; there wasn’t even supposed to be a kiss. That decision
happened in a split second.
Atticus grabs my arm the second I exit the room, “what’s wrong?”
“Willow was inside that room,” I answer him.
I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever been this angry. I was f*****g furious, and I didn’t know how to
calm down.
Why did she tell me that she wouldn’t take part if she were going to do the exact opposite?
“She was?” Atticus asks. “I wonder why she said differently. So she’s the person you were referring to
earlier? The one that lied to you.”
I run a hand down my face. “I told her how many f*****g assholes attended this Academy, and she still
chose to participate. Kissing wasn’t the only thing that could have happened inside that room with one
of those assholes.”
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“Did you just storm off on her like that?” Atticus demands. “You should have spoken to her. Find out
why she did it. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”
“To hear her say what?” I demand. “That she wanted to kiss a random stranger?”
“We don’t know if that’s what happened.” He disagrees. “Why are you behaving like this? Why are you
so angry?”
I take a deep breath, digging deep for an answer to his question. The first thing I could think about was
Anya and my promise to her.
“Because Anya begged me to protect her sister while dying,” I growl. “I promised to do everything
possible to make her last wishes come true. If Willow lies to me again, I won’t always be there to
protect her. I don’t want to disappoint Anya even if she isn’t here. I don’t want to let her down.”
Atticus takes a deep breath and looks around us, checking if anyone is listening to our conversation.
“I don’t understand why you’ve always loved her so much.” Atticus sighs.
His words angered me. “You may have forgotten all of the years you’ve spent with her because of
Autumn, but every second I spent with Anya still lives rent-free in my head. I’m not going to magically
forget about it just because I married someone else.”
Atticus nods, “I’m sorry I said anything. You can’t help who you fall in love with. I hope one day you can
learn to love—”
“Can you make sure that Willow gets home safely?” I ask my brother, stopping him from finishing that
sentence.
He looked shocked when I asked him, “And what about you? Where do you think you’re going?” He
demands.
I clenched my jaw, “I can’t stay here. I have to go somewhere to clear my head. If I don’t, I might say
something I regret.”
I knew I should stop and listen to Willow’s explanation. However, I was too angry to converse with
anyone, especially her.
I had to calm down first. And there was one thing that had proven in the past to calm me down.
I said goodbye to Atticus and walked away before he could ask questions. I’m sure he had an idea of
where I was going. He knew that the fighting ring was where I went when things got this heated.
I’m surprised that he didn’t do more to stop me.
When I reached the vehicle, I quickly got in and pressed my forehead against the steering wheel.
Things kept getting worse for me. Whenever I felt like this, the first thing I did was look for Anya. All I
had left of her were pictures.
I pulled my wallet out of my pocket and removed the picture of her.
I held it between my fingers and gazed at her beauty.
“I didn’t mean to kiss her,” I whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
I felt like I had betrayed her in some way. Crossing her was something I would never be able to forgive
myself for.
This wasn’t the first time I’d kissed Willow. It was the second f*****g time, and this time I had no damn
excuses.
“Why did you ask me to marry your sister Anya?” I asked the picture in front of me, knowing it wasn’t
possible to get an answer from her.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed a number I didn’t think I would be calling tonight.
“What can I do for my favorite fighter today?” Jaguar asks as soon as he picks up my call.
“I’m going to lose the fight tonight,” I tell him.
“What?” he asks, surprised. “I wasn’t even told that you would be on tonight.”
“It’s a last-minute decision,” I explain. “I need to be in that ring tonight, but I won’t win. I’ll let the
opposition win tonight.”
There’s a long pause.
“Hello?”
“Why would you want to lose willingly?” he asks me. “Everyone loves to see you win.”
“You can win the bets if I lose tonight.” I try to persuade him. “Think about it. Everyone else would be
voting for me. If you vote against it, you’ll win big time.”
He chuckles, “If that’s what you want. Who am I to stop you?”
“I’ll be there in less than an hour,” I inform him. “I don’t want to wait for the fight when I arrive. I’m
hungry for a fight.”
“I’ll make sure that everything is prepared for you.” He assures me. “You’re about to make me richer
tonight.”
I sat back against my seat and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I wanted to lose the fight tonight. I deserved to get beaten up. I should never have kissed Willow. I
should never have betrayed Anya.
Tonight I’ll make sure that my body pays for my mistakes. I’ll never do something like that again. I’ll
make sure that I learn my lesson.
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