Page 9 of Savage Book Boyfriend

I began to plan a direct confrontation. It had to be brutal and unmistakable. I wanted to force Dante into a corner, make him reveal everything he knew. I was going to expose him and use it to my advantage. It had to be a high-stakes showdown that would leave him no way out.

The details of my plan were falling into place. Dante and Genesis had made their choices, and now it was time for me to make mine. They were about to learn the hard way that hiding from me was a mistake they’d regret.

I wasn’t just going to sit back and wait for my men to gather information. I needed to be closer to Dante and Genesis, to see their lives unraveling with my own eyes. I started shadowing them, blending into the shadows and following their every move. The thrill of watching them, knowing they were just out of reach, fed my fury.

I lurked around their usual spots, from Dante’s medical practice to the places he visited with Genesis. Every time they stepped out, I was there, watching, waiting. I kept my distance but made sure they felt my presence. My eyes were everywhere, ensuring they couldn’t take a step without me knowing about it. The frustration of being unable to act immediately only heightened my anger.

The DeLucas had been so careful, so smug in their little world of secrets and lies. I wanted to tear that world apart. I wanted to see the look on Dante’s face when he realized that his efforts to hide Genesis had only fueled my obsession. I reveled in the thought of cornering him, making him face the full brunt of my wrath.

I would catch them slipping, make them vulnerable. I had my men watch the streets, the parks, and every other place where Dante and Genesis might go. No matter how careful they were, I was more determined. I left no stone unturned, no lead unpursued.

Every interaction, every gesture between them, was scrutinized. I took notes, compiled data, and prepared for the day I’d make my move. It was a game of patience and control, and I was more than willing to play dirty to win.

In the midst of my stalking, I got a text from one of my informants. They’d spotted Dante meeting with Beniamino DeLuca. It was the perfect opportunity to escalate my plan. I needed to use this to provoke Dante further, make him feel the pressure. The more I could unsettle him, the easier it would be to break him down.

I would force their hand, drive them into a corner, and watch as their world crumbled. Genesis and Dante had underestimated me, and that was a mistake they would soon regret. The hunt was on, and I was determined to make them pay for their defiance.

And what do you know, suddenly, I remembered that they had family. They'd taken away mine, it was their turn to see how that felt.

GENESIS

Ithought I was free. Safe. But as the car sped down the dark streets, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. My phone buzzed in my lap, and I hesitated before glancing down at it. The message was from an unknown number, but I knew exactly who it was.

“You can’t hide forever, Genesis. I’ll find you.”

My breath hitched in my throat, and the air around me suddenly felt too thin. Chant. He knew. He knew where I was, and he was coming for me. My hands trembled as I clutched the phone, willing it to stop existing, as if that would make him disappear.

“Everything okay?” Dante’s voice cut through the haze of panic that threatened to engulf me. He was sitting next to me, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. Close enough that I should have felt safe. But Chant’s words echoed in my head, drowning out everything else.

I forced myself to look at him, at the concern etched into his features. He was trying so hard to protect me, to make me feel secure, but how could he when Chant was always one step ahead?

“No,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it. “He knows, Dante. He’s found me.”

Dante’s eyes narrowed, a storm brewing behind them. “What do you mean? Did he contact you?”

I nodded, unable to speak. I just handed him the phone, the screen still glowing with that horrible, taunting message. Dante snatched it from me, his expression darkening as he read the words. His jaw tightened, and for a moment, I thought he might crush the phone in his hand.

“This changes everything,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “We need to move. Now.”

I knew he was right, but the thought of running again made my stomach churn. I was tired. Tired of being scared, tired of looking over my shoulder, tired of feeling like a pawn in a game I didn’t understand. I wanted to be strong, to stand my ground, but the fear was suffocating.

“Where will we go?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

“Somewhere safe. Somewhere he can’t reach you,” Dante replied, his tone firm. But I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. He didn’t know if there was a place where Chant couldn’t reach us. Neither of us did.

The car made a sharp turn, and I was thrown against Dante’s side. He wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close, trying to shield me from the world outside. But it wasn’t the world I was afraid of. It was the man who had once promised to love me.

“I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice cracking. It felt like a confession, a weakness I wasn’t supposed to show. But Dante didn’t judge me for it. He just held me tighter.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” he said, his voice a growl. “I swear to God, Genesis, I won’t let him get to you.”

I wanted to believe him, to take comfort in his words, but Chant had a way of slipping through the cracks, of finding the weak spots and exploiting them. What if this was just another one of those times?

“Why won’t he leave me alone?” I asked, my voice breaking. “What does he want from me?”

“He wants control,” Dante said, his tone bitter. “He can’t stand the thought of you being with someone else, of you being happy without him. It’s not about love, Genesis. It never was.”

I knew he was right. Deep down, I’d always known. Chant didn’t love me; he loved the power he had over me, the way he could make me feel small and insignificant with just a look, a word, a touch. And now, even from a distance, he was still pulling the strings, still trying to control me.

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