Page 3 of Savage Book Boyfriend

“Dante!” She exclaimed, pulling me into a warm embrace. “What brings you here?”

I stepped inside, and we settled in her cozy living room. The scent of lavender and old books filled the air, a comforting reminder of my childhood. I took her hands in mine, trying to find the right words.

“Grandma,” I began, my voice wavering slightly. “I went to the doctor. He diagnosed with me Multiple Sclerosis.”

Her eyes widened in shock, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, my dear boy… I’m so sorry. I had no idea.” Tears welled up in her eyes, and she reached out to me, her hands trembling.

I moved closer and wrapped my arms around her. “It’s okay, Grandma. I’m still processing it myself.”

She clung to me, her sobs quiet but heartfelt. “I should be comforting you, not the other way around. My poor Dante…”

I stroked her hair gently, trying to offer warmth despite my own turmoil. “I’m okay. I need to be strong, not just for myself, but for you and for the future.”

After a moment, she pulled back slightly then looked at me with a mixture of concern and curiosity. “What are you going to do, Dante? Have you thought about what comes next?”

I nodded, a determined glint in my eye. “Actually, I have. I want a wife and a child. I want to build a family, leave behind something meaningful.”

Her eyes softened with understanding. “That’s a good idea. But how are you going to accomplish that, especially now?”

I sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and resolve. “I’m not entirely sure yet. But I’m determined to figure it out. I know it won’t be easy, but I need to make this happen.”

We talked a little more about the future, the hope and the uncertainty. It was comforting to share my plans with her, even if they felt a bit naive in the face of the reality of my illness. As I left her house, I felt a strange mix of clarity and confusion.

Just as I reached my car, I noticed another vehicle pulling up. It was an unfamiliar luxury car, and as the door opened, I saw a man stepping out. My heart skipped a beat when I recognized him—Beniamino DeLuca. I hadn’t expected to see him here.

Beniamino approached me with a confident stride. “Dante DeLuca?” he called out.

I walked over to him, trying to mask my surprise. “That’s right. I know who you are, but I'm surprised that you know who I am. What are you doing here?”

“We have family business to discuss,” Beniamino said, his tone serious but not unkind. “I need you to come with me.”

I glanced at the car and noticed another man inside.

Beniamino nodded towards it. “That’s Tammaro, our brother. I assume you know about him as well?”

I nodded, wondering what the hell they wanted. Pissed at their timing.

“We’ll discuss the details there.” He said.

I hesitated for a moment before getting into the car. The ride was filled with an uneasy silence as we drove to a more private location. Once we arrived, Beniamino turned to me.

“I know this isn’t what you expected,” Beniamino began. “But I have an opportunity for you. It’s not just about family business—it’s about your future.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “And what’s that?” I knew he had no idea about my future or how fucking grim it was.

Beniamino’s gaze was steady. “We need you to marry someone. It’s part of an arrangement agreement our father signed years ago.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. Then I frowned, trying to wrap my head around this. “You come out of nowhere asking me to keep a promise that your father made. What makes you think I’d be interested in this?”

Beniamino’s expression was serious but not unkind. “I understand this might come as a surprise. We've never met, and I'm asking you to do this. Our father’s arrangement is still in place, and it’s crucial we follow through. Besides, he's your father, too.”

I studied him closely. “So, you’re telling me you’ve come all this way to enforce a family arrangement I wasn’t even aware of until now? As far as Tommaso is concerned, he was never a father to me.”

Beniamino nodded. “Same. This is about honoring what was set up years ago to avoid a war today. I know you probably don't care about anything I'm saying and that's okay. This is less about him and more about what we're trying to build now without him.”

I took a deep breath, feeling a mix of uncertainty and reluctant hope. “Alright, I’m listening. What’s involved in this arrangement?”

Beniamino’s eyes softened slightly. “We’ll go over the details and what’s required. It’s an opportunity to secure a future for yourself and ensure the arrangement is fulfilled. It could also save a woman and a little girl's life.”

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