Chapter 256
The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 257
Book 3 Chapter 92
~DANTE~
“I want every f*****g influential person we know out and searching for Willow!” I roar. “She’s pregnant
with our child. Our baby. They’re both in danger, and I need everyone we know to help bring them back
to me. I’m willing to pay as much as needed. All I want is the two of them safely back to me.”
“We’re already gathering everyone we know.” Atticus tries to assure me. “I know this isn’t easy for you
brother. We are all here for you. We’re going to get Willow back.”
I was losing my damn mind.
My wife was pregnant. Pregnant. I was still in shock. I kept repeating that one word in my head. Why
did I have to find out this way?
Why didn’t she tell me? Was she ever nning on telling me?
It’s not like I didn’t deserve it after the things I’ve said in the past. I deserved much worse than this after
the pain I’ve brought upon her. I was a failure as a husband.
Why did Willow even love me after the horrible things I’ve done and said?
“You’re not going to magically find Willow!” Winter hissed at us. “You’ll keep searching and never find
her this way. Cassius can only be found if he wants to be found. He’s been hiding all of these years,
and he’s done a good damn job at it.”
“There are people amongst us that are trained trackers. Hundreds of them will be out in their numbers.
Cassius has messed with the wrong person’s woman!” I roar.
“It isn’t going to be that easy.” Winter snaps. “We need to hold rissa and Autumn as hostages if we
want him to let go of Willow!”
“What?” Atticus demands as he walks over to her with a prating gaze. “Why the hell would we do
something like that?”
“Rx.” Winter hissed. “We’re not truly holding them hostage. It’s just to convince Cassius that his
sisters are in danger as long as he’s holding Willow captive. Cassius needs both of them alive to make
his ns work. Without them, he doesn’t stand a chance against everyone else. Unlike his father, he
relies on his siblings. We just have to pretend that we’re holding them as hostages. Then, we can
convince him that we will make a trade. If given the right opportunity, we can kill him before he causes
any more harm to our families.”
“And why the hell would we trust you?” Damon demands. “You made it very clear that you want to kill
all three of Reign’s children. This could be a n of yours to harm them both.”
“I can assure you we won’t do something that despicable.” Caroline cuts in. “My sister does have a bit
of a temper, but she’s no liar. If she says she’s doing something, she will. You can trust us. We also
desperately want to get Willow back.”
“I wish you would at least give us a chance to speak with Cassius,” Autumn whispers. “Something must
have triggered this kind of behavior in him. He may think he can manipte us into helping him, but we
can do the opposite.”
“It’s not possible.” Winter snaps. “Why can’t you believe me when I tell you that he’s a freaking
monster? That man will do everything in his power to destroy this world. He wants to be the only ruler.
If given the chance, he can even kill the both of you and consume your power. I wouldn’t trust him with
my life, nor should you.”
The fear in her tone told me she knew exactly what she was speaking about. I wouldn’t try to befriend
him, not after he kidnapped my pregnant wife.
“I always hoped that he would be nothing like our father,” Autumn whispers. “I hoped he would live a
good life with our mother.”
“Our mother?” rissa asks. “Do you know if she’s also by his side? From what I can remember, they
were both supposed to be together. She gave up Autumn and me to give us better lives, but she kept
Cassius. He wasn’t always this monster. He was once normal. I’m not sure what happened to him to
cause this massive change.”
Winter shook her head. “No. We’re not sure where her whereabouts are. He may have already killed
her before she did to him what she did to your father.”
Autumn and rissa gasped at her words.
“Would he kill our mother?” Autumn asks in shock. “His mother?”
“Cassius is a monster.” Winter snaps. “You’ll see for yourself soon enough.”
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The more she spoke about him, my hatred for him grew. The panic in my chest was rising, and I could
almost taste my fear.
I’ve never felt this terrified, not even when Anya died. My love for Willow was iparable. I felt a
bond with her, something stronger than what I felt for Anya. This was all the proof I needed. I thought I
knew what pain was when Anya died. I was freaking wrong. This was pain.
If Willow died, I would die with her; that’s how much I f*****g loved her.