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owlonmywristSh!t, Pablo. This could be bad.
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Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 68
I’m some weird combination of fuming and afraid. Anxious and livid. I know mixed feelings can be rough, but feeling these two extremes aren’t easy. I try to tamp it all down and just think about what I have to do in order to get ready for the gala. “Hey Pablo, my appointment at the salon isn’t for another few hours, so we’ve got some time to kill. We could head to get something to eat,” I say, just now realizing that I’m alone with Pablo. Shit. If this is the hormones, I need to get this under control. “Sure, absolutely. I know a great place,” Pablo says, starting the car. There are a few moments of tense silence before I ask, “Where are Josiah and Emilio?” Pablo clears his throat, “Emilio is with Dante. They think that they have a lead on who is doing some of this. And Josiah…well, I though that he was at Emily’s, but I guess not.” That strikes me as weird. They always know where each other is. “Oh…ok,
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 69
I have no idea how long we’re in the car. I can’t see the clock at all and the windows in the back of the car are tinted enough that I don’t have an accurate idea of where the sun is to try and gauge the time. That has to be why no one can see me handcuffed in the car. Why no one seems alarmed as our car passes. Why no one is helping me. My phone continues to ping and I can tell that it’s pissing Pablo off. Well fuck him very much. If that irritates him, I’ll be happy to kick my phone under the seat so he can’t find it. Mother fucker. He pulls into an underground parking lot and turns around to look at me with his gun in his hand. He vaguely points it in my direction, but he doesn’t have to point the gun directly at me to get his point across. “Now I’m going to open the door so that I can get that fucking phone and set you up in a…more comfortable position.” The last part is said with a smarmy smile that makes disgust role up
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Dante’s POV I throw my phone across the room, gripping my hair in agitation. “WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!” I scream. “We found both of their phones in a parking garage off of Atlantic in the Bronx on their way out of the city. We also found her purse in one of the trashcans here,” Emilio says. “FUCK!’ I scream, “How the hell did this even happen?” “I’m so sorry, Dante!” Emily has been crying ever since she called me freaking out about Pablo taking Quinn. “We had a fight after I told her that she shouldn’t go to the gala. She stormed out and Pablo was standing outside the door.” I fall onto the seat beside her and put an arm around her, rubbing her back. “It’s not your fault, Emily. Pablo was supposed to be someone that we all could trust. When I find that asshole, I’m going to string him up by his toes and carve him up like a Thanksgiving turkey.” Just then, one of the nurses walks into the room. “Mr. Luciano
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 71
Quinn’s POV I wake up in an unfamiliar bed in a room that I’ve never seen before. It’s nearly double the size of my childhood bedroom and half again as large as my bedroom with Dante. “Where the fuck am I?” I move sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed, moving to stand. But the second that I start to get up, I have to sit back down and cradle my head. What the hell did Pablo just give me? Suddenly, my hands fly to my stomach. What about the baby? Please tell me that it’s ok. How would I know? Am I seriously going to tell my kidnapper before I tell my husband that I’m pregnant so that I can check and make sure that my baby is safe? I’m so freaked out that I work myself up to needing to vomit. Luckily, there’s a door wide open that shows the bathroom. I bolt off the bed and into the bathroom, just barely making it to the toilet. Once the dry heaves subside, I sit on the floor on my ass. What do I do?
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“W-w-what are you doing here?” I ask, completely stunned. I’ve stopped in the entryway into the dining room, unable to move. I’m not even sure who I’m talking to: my father or Gabriele. What the hell is happening? Did…did Gabriele kidnap me? My father? Why are they together? They’ve hated each other for as long as I can remember. Even when Gabriele and I were together, my father only spoke to him with thinly veiled disgust and Gabriele looked at my father like he was a bug beneath his shoe. The only reason that Gabriele tolerated my father was because of me. The only reason that my father tolerated Gabriele was because Don Reina, Gabriele’s father, could have had him taken out whenever he wanted to. I’ve known Gabriele since I was a child still wearing pigtails and with braces. I’d never been afraid of him. Not until now. Not until I saw that possessive look on his face as his eyes roam my body in the barely there dr
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“You sold me to screw over the biggest mafia family in town and to clear away some gambling debt. To a man I don’t even know anymore. This is what you’re telling me?” I can’t looking at Gabriele anymore, the feeling of fear too much as it flows through my veins. I don’t know what he’s been through in the years since he left, but whatever has happened to him, his look leaves me with the icy feeling that prey must feel whenever there is a fierce predator around.The overwhelming need to get away.And the certainty that you can’t.So I turn to my father in hopes that this is all an elaborate lie. That he hasn’t given me to someone that would slit his throat as sure as he would shake his hand.But I know that it’s true by the blank stare that my father gives me. “I thought that this was preferrable to the previous arrangement that you thought we had. Though, I will have to say, you got Luciano Jr. wrapped around your fingers quicker than I would have thought possible. A
Yours On The Dotted Line Chapter 74
I can’t stand being in this room any longer! After Gabriele had locked me in here AGAIN, the only other person that I saw was Rebecca when she brought in my food tray and then came back to pick it up. I had eaten everything on the tray. It would do me no good to pass out while I’m trying to get out of here. Placing a protective hand over my stomach, I think that I also have to keep my baby safe. What I do know is comprised of two things: 1) I have to get to Dante and warn him about the danger he and his family are in and 2) To do that, I have to get the hell out of here. Now! I could try to find a phone, but that just risks me sticking around in the open for too long. It’s too easy to get caught. I’d do better to spend my time getting keys and a car. I can call from a business on the road. Now I just have to find a way out of here. I know that people think rich kids attend posh schools where ever
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Dante’s POV Two days. Two fucking days without her smile. Without her laughter. Without the light that she brings to my world. Quinn’s been gone for two days and we’re no closer to finding her. We don’t even know who has her. Scratch that. We have no proof her has her. I know in my gut that it’s Reina. He was all over her and made no qualms about wanting her back, even with me standing in the room with him. I know that he has her. But without proof, there is nothing that I can do about it. There is no way that we can just walk into enemy turf and demand to know where my wife is. That’s a declaration of war. And without knowing that Quinn is safe, there’s nothing I can do. Even my contacts inside the Reina organization are coming up short. They’re saying the Gabriele has been gone for three days and they don’t know where he is, lining up with the timeline that Quinn was taking. But this isn’t abnormal for th
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Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Yours On the Dotted Line. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there's a little something for everyone.I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Love in the Time of Quarantine: 4 short stories that look at what happens when you are stuck with someone you didn’t expect during quarantine. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Dissonance and Harmony: The story of a high school girl who has to face her rapist at his sentencing hearing and deal
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“DANTE!” I literally scream as my fingers curl into his hair, holding his mouth against me as I ride his face. His mouth has latched onto my clit, sucking and tugging at it, while his hand turns upward, his fingers making a ‘come hither’ gesture. I have never squirted with any other man and I’ve only done it a few times when my need for Dante is almost all consuming. It feels very different from a regular orgasm, the pressure building up almost as if you have to pee. But the release is so fucking good. It leaves me limp, like a rag doll. And it soaks everything. Especially if it is the first orgasm. From the way that Dante’s fingers are pressing at and rubbing on my g-spot, he wants me limp and happy when he enters me. There is something to be said for allowing a man to have his way with you. However he wants you. He moans into me, the vibrations causing me to clench around his fingers and I know that I am close. Can feel the wave starting to
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Dante chases me into the ocean, not that I can actually go very far. Or want to. He’s quickly gotten all of his clothes off and has thrown them onto the sand. The last thing that I see flying off is his Versace watch, thrown somewhere in the direction of his pants. Then he’s running into the water after me. I make it until I’m about hip deep in the water before Dante catches me. “Fuck, cara mia. You’re so sexy,” he says as his hands move all over my body, starting with my stomach, move down to my ass to pull me close to him, and up to my tits. “I need you.” “You have me, baby. What are you gonna do with me now that you have me?” I ask him. He chuckles darkly. “Anything I want.” He grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling back just hard enough that my head is tipped up toward him. Dante takes my lips with his, completely dominating my mouth. I love this. I love when he takes complete and utter contr
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“Mama! I want to go play in the pool! Let me go!” Freddie is squirming everywhere in my arms, trying to get down and run out of the kitchen door into the backyard of the Luciano estate. Ok, I can’t say that I blame him. I’ve been holding him for about five minutes, not quite ready to let him go. “Topina, you have to let him go. We’re going to miss our flight,” Dante whispers along my shoulder, the vibration causing shivers to go down my spine. “You on the plane,” I say with a pout. “What’s the point of owning the plane if you can’t leave when you want to?” But I understand what he’s saying. I need to let Freddie go. It’s just that this is the first time that I will have spent more than a weekend away from my boy and he was always just down the road with Grayson and Rocco or Emily and Josiah or at Dante’s parents’ house. This will be the first time that I can’t just hop in the car and get to him if he needs me. I watch as Freddi
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After my spa day with Bianca, I went to Freddie’s pre-school to pick him up at the end of the day. He runs out and directly into my arms. “Mommy! Mommy! I’m so excited!” he cries as I pick him up and squeeze him tight. I’m not going to be able to pick him up much longer. At four months pregnant, my OBGYN would probably be apoplectic over the fact that I’m carrying him right now. But it’s something that I know I’m going to miss and have decided that I’m going to carry him until my anniversary in a week, when I’ll have hit the five-month mark. Yes, it’s an arbitrary time, but I it’s the decision I made and I’m going to stick with it. “Hello, amore. How was your day at school? What has you so excited?” I ask him, turning and carrying him to the car. Josiah clucks his tongue as he sees me carrying Freddie in my arms, but he doesn’t say anything. He knows from experience with his own wife having been pregnant that you don’t fight with a mother-t
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When I first met Bianca, I thought that she was stuck up, petty, and materialistic. I would have thought that she would want a black-tie affair without children in the most expensive and exclusive place in New York. Now that I really know my sister-in-law, nothing could be further from the truth. Yeah, the girl loves to shop and she was never seen anywhere without her red bottomed shoes and Kate Spade bag. But when it came to what is important to her, family was the name of the game. “Honesty, Quinn, I would love to just go down to City Hall with the family and then go out to dinner. But you know Papà won’t allow that,” she groans. It’s been a month since my brother had proposed and, even though Emilia has tried to get Bianca to start planning the wedding, Bianca has steadfastly put her mother off. Today, Bianca and I are having a spa day. We’ve already had facials and massages and are in the process of pedicures before we get mani
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Three years later… “Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Freddie! Happy Birthday to you!” My beautiful little boy, Frederico “Freddie” Dante Luciano, is turning three years old today. Here we are, surrounded by family and friends and sugar high toddlers, in a place that I never thought that we would make. Of course, the second the we finish singing and Freddie blew out his candles, he immediately shoved his hand into the cake, screaming, “It’s chocolate cake! Mommy got me chocolate cake!” “Oh, Freddie! That was for everyone. You can’t put your hands in it,” I scold him. “You say that like you don’t have two other cakes in the kitchen, cara mia. Let the boy enjoy his cake,” Dante tells me as he wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my head. “Then you can be the one to put him to bed tonight,” I tell Dante to loud laughs from Emily who is holding her and Josiah’s two-year-old
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Rocco looks at me, completely gobsmacked. “W-w-what do you mean?” I roll my eyes. “Do you really think Grayson wouldn’t tell me everything? Especially after I caught the two of you fucking the bathroom! Why are you keeping my best friend a secret?” “I’m not!” Rocco cries, though it is very obvious that neither of us believe him. I don’t even dignify that with a response. I just fold my arms over my very full breasts and stomach and glare at the man. “I’m not ashamed of being with Grayson!” he insists, eyes wide. “I just…” Rocco’s words peter out like he isn’t sure how to explain. I look around the room that we’re in and realize that it’s an office. Good. I can’t stand for long with the baby being this big and sitting on my hips. Makes my legs numb. Grabbing a seat, I watch my brother-in-law begin to pace as he tells me what’s going on. “My family knows that I’m gay. I came out to Bianca and Dante when
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“It started right after Dante found you and we all were basically meeting up at the hospital,” Grayson tells me. We’re sitting in the front of Dante and my car. Grayson hasn’t looked at me since we sat down. I can tell that he’s worried about how I’ll react to the story. That in and of itself makes me sad. That he thinks that I wouldn’t be there for him. That I wouldn’t be happy for him. “At first, we just happened to be at the hospital at the same time. I noticed that Rocco took his coffee the same way I did, so I started picking up coffee for the both of us. And then he started grabbing pastries for us. Somehow one thing led to another and we ended up in a heavy make out session, dry humping against the alley wall of a café.” “And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” I ask. “Didn’t you think that we would be happy for you?” “It’s not that...” he sighs. “At first, we kept quiet because of everything that was going on with your ki
