~DANTE~
"What the hell are you thinking?" Atticus demands from me. "Are you trying to get yourself f*****g killed?"
I glare at him. "Do you know what it feels like when your wife leaves you, and you're the f*****g reason why?" I demand. "Do you know what that guilt feels like? I can't f*****g breathe without her Atticus. I'd rather die in that ring trying to get her back than sit back and do nothing."
His jaw clenches. "Why the f**k do you think this stupid plan of yours will work?" he demands.
"Because she loves me." I roar. Then softer, "She loves me. Willow loves me. If she sees me getting my ass beat in that ring, she will come. I know she will."
He grabs me by my shirt, "And what if she isn't even watching those matches? What if she doesn't even know what you're up to?"
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