The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

Chapter 250

Book 3 Chapter 86

~WILLOW~

I was too late. Dante was lying on the ground while they announced the winner. He wasn’t moving, and his eyes were closed.

My mind and heart were racing together as I fought back the tears. How could he let them do this to him?

Everything was so loud but nothing was as loud as the wild beating of my heart, threatening to explode in my chest.

I’ve seen Dante get beaten before in the past, but nothing could compare to this. There was so much blood everywhere, and it wasn’t easy to recognize his face. My heart could not handle it. It was bleeding just as much as he was.

His opponent was standing above him with a look of pride on his face. He was happy he’d done this to him. While I knew this was just a match, I’ve never hated someone as much as I hated him now.

“DANTE!” I scream at the top of my lungs. He wouldn’t hear me, not with the loud spectators around us. Dante was everyone’s favorite, and he’d lost all matches. They were all in disbelief.

I tried to rush past security, but they weren’t letting me get through.

“He’s my husband!” I shout. “We went through this last time! Let me in! I beg of you, let me go to him!”

“No one is allowed back there.” They growl. “It’s only for fighters. Stay back, or we will have to escort you outside.”

“Please!” I beg. “I need to go to him.”

There was no one tending to his wounds. Everyone was more concerned that he’d lost the match, while others were happy that the opponent had won. Everyone who placed bets against him was grinning from ear to ear.

It was hard to watch.

“Escort her out!” Someone shouts.

The second they started to move me backward, I couldn’t control what happened next, even if I wanted to.

I narrowed my eyes, and there were surprised gasps everywhere when the ground started to turn to ice. My gaze dropped to the floor in surprise. I was also in shock, just like everyone else.

I look back at my sisters, and they shrugged their shoulders. This wasn’t their doing; it only meant that this was all mine. I was freezing the floor.

The security guards around me all let go as they looked down in surprise.

They were distracted, and it was exactly what I needed right now—a distraction to get closer to Dante.

I used that opportunity to run into the ring. Everyone was too surprised with what was happening to pay any attention to me. It was the first time I was grateful for the power to do something like this. It wasn’t a good idea to use it for the first time in front of so many people, but all I cared about was getting to Dante.

My heart squeezes tighter when I drop myself onto the ground next to him.

“Dante!” I shouted when I got a closer look at him.

It was even worse than I initially thought.

Why did he do this to himself?

Why?

He doesn’t move even when I call out to him over and over again. Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He must be unconscious. They’d beaten him so badly that they’d knocked him out.

The second my hand touches his cheek, his body jumps. He still doesn’t open his eyes. I moved my other hand onto his chest; I was as gentle as possible. I didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was.

His head thrashes from side to side; he is waking up.

“Dante,” I whisper. “Wake up. Please wake up.”

I can see him trying to open his eyes. He was forcing it. I move my hand to his neck and place his head on my lap.

“W-Willow?” He croaks as he finally manages to open his eyes a little.

I can’t stop the tears this time now that he’s looking directly into my eyes. I can see the disbelief in his face. He doesn’t believe that I’m here. He thinks it’s a dream.

“Why?” I demand from him. “Why did you do this to yourself?”

I wanted to grab him by his arms and shake him, but I refrained from doing that. He was already in so much pain.

“How could you do this Dante?” I demand once more. “Why did you let them beat you like this? Why did you do this to yourself?”

I was still in shock. I still couldn’t believe he’d let them do this to him. I knew how strong Dante was; he could have won these fights if he wanted to.

He could barely lift his hand as he tried to touch my cheek. I moved my hand to the back of his to support him as he touched me.

“Am I dreaming?” He whispers, I can hear the pain in his voice.

My bottom lip trembled as I shook my head. “You’re not dreaming, Dante. I’m here. I’m here in front of you.”

His eyes widen a little at my words. He still doesn’t believe it, but he hopes it is the truth.

“Willow,” he whispers again.

“Why?” I ask, unable to hide the distress from my voice, “Why did you do this?”

“For you. I did this for you.” He whispers just before his hand falls from my cheek, and he becomes unconscious again.