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“Patience, babe,” he replies with a wink. He starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot, leaving the familiar surroundings of the Sons of Gods’ clubhouse behind.
As we drive, I can’t help but notice the subtle changes in the landscape around us. The dense trees give way to open fields, and the air seems to grow warmer, more inviting. My curiosity gets the better of me, and I turn to Dion for answers.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going now?” I finally ask after we’ve been on the road for hours.
“Okay, okay,” he chuckles, glancing at me before returning his focus to the road. “We’re heading to Savannah. There’s an art school there I want you to see.”
“An art school?” My heart skips a beat at the thought. “Wait. The Savannah Art & Design Institute?”
“Yep,” Dion confirms. “I’ve arranged for a tour for us. Thought you might like it.”
“Like it?” I’m breathless with surprise. “Dion, I don’t even know what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything yet,” he advises. “Wait until you see it first.”
The rest of the drive is a blur, my mind racing with possibilities. When we finally pull up to the art school, my breath catches in my throat. The campus is sprawling and lush, with ivy-covered buildings and students walking around with sketchbooks and paintbrushes in hand.
“Ready for this?” Dion asks as we climb out of the truck.
“More than ready,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
The tour is nothing short of amazing. Each room we enter is filled with more wonders than the last—light-filled studios, galleries showcasing incredible works, and even a sculpture garden that takes my breath away. Throughout it all, I can’t help but imagine myself here, learning and growing as an artist.
As we walk through the hallways, I can’t contain my excitement any longer. “Dion, this place is incredible. I can’t believe you brought me here.”
“I knew you’d love it,” he says, grinning at my enthusiasm. “You deserve the best, Rebellion.”
“Thank you,” I murmur, overwhelmed by his kindness and support. “This means more to me than you’ll ever know.”
At that moment, surrounded by beauty and possibility, I realized just how much my life had changed since meeting Dion.
As we step outside into the warm Savannah sunlight, the weight of my dreams pressing down on me, I glance over at Dion. “I never even applied here, you know,” I confess. “I knew Control would never let me leave Atlanta, and even if he did . . . well, I couldn’t afford a place like this.”
Dion stops in his tracks, turning to face me with a serious expression. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” I reply without hesitation.
“Good.” He reaches into his leather vest pocket and pulls out an envelope, handing it to me. “I sent in your portfolio, along with an application on your behalf. I wanted to surprise you, but it’s time, you know.”
My hands tremble as I take the envelope from him, my heart pounding in my chest. “You did what?” I ask, barely able to breathe.
“You got accepted,” he says, his eyes full of pride. “Not just because of the Sons of Gods’ connections in Savannah, but because your art is so damn good. You deserve this more than anyone else I know.”
I stare down at the envelope, too scared to open it, too scared to confirm that this might be real. My mind races with thoughts, trying to process everything Dion just told me. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, but now that it’s within reach . . .
“Open it,” Dion urges, placing a hand on my shoulder.
With a deep breath, I open the envelope and pull out the letter inside. As I read the words on the page, my vision blurs. It’s real. I’ve been accepted.
“Thank you,” I whisper, looking up at Dion. “Thank you for believing in me.”
“Hey,” he says softly, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “You earned this, Rebellion. All I did was give you a chance to show the world what you’re capable of.”
With Dion’s strong presence beside me, I can’t help but feel like my life has finally taken a turn for the better. With him by my side, anything seems possible.
“There’s something else I need to tell you,” Dion says, his voice full of warmth and sincerity.
I look up at him expectantly, my heart still pounding from the news of my acceptance. “What is it?”
