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Quinn’s POV I’m woken up by a frantic Gabriele shaking my arm. He must have used a key to get into the room because I definitely locked the door before I went to sleep last night. “Quinn! Wake up! You have to get dressed. Now!” He’s nearly screaming and I can easily see the panic in his eyes. “W-what?” I ask prying my eyes open. “What’s going on?” “They know where we are. We only have a little while before they get here. And we need to be long gone before that,” he says, wrenching the blankets off of me and pulls my arm to get me out of bed. I nearly fall to the floor with the force of his pulling on me and my general lack of coordination since I just woke up. “Gabriele! Calm the fuck down! You’re going to hurt me. Who knows where we are? Who’s coming?” I ask. I try to temper my hope that he’s talking about Dante. It could be tons of different people. I don’t want to get my hopes up only for them to be dashed by
Dante’s POV The second that Giuseppe Reina told me where to find the spot where he would send Gabriele when his mental illness would overtake him, I started towards the car. I didn’t care about Julian. I didn’t care about the rival don standing next to me and knowing that Quinn is my biggest weakness.I just need to get my wife, my love, my everything back.“Dante! Wait!” the don calls to me.I turn towards him, energy fairly vibrating through my body. “I know that my son has people working for him in my organization. It won’t take long for him to be warned. Take my helicopter. It’ll get you there faster,” Giuseppe tells me.I stare into the older man’s eyes. There, I see two things: sadness and resolve. He knows exactly what’s going to happen to his son. He’s agreed to it. He doesn’t like it, but he agrees that it has to happen. Gabriele has been a problem for the family for years. This time, though, it isn’t something that they can send him to Italy for.I no
Quinn’s POVThe sound of the gate breaking down and the sight of Dante, Emilio, and Josiah jumping out of the car make my heart soar.That is, until the shock of seeing them wears off, and the pain of being thrown into the car catches up to me. I’d landed flat on the backseat armrest, hitting my stomach hard.I scream, though it’s lost in the chaos of gunfire. The pain isn't just from my rough landing; it's also from the lingering soreness caused by Pablo throwing me against the end table. I curl into myself on the seat, keening in agony.It's when bullets start pinging against the car and one of the windows shatters that I realize I can't just lie here in pain. I need to get somewhere safer.I move to the floor as quickly as I can, though my movements feel cumbersome and slow. When I finally reach the floor, my stomach heaves, nausea overwhelming me from the pain.Gunshots rip through the air and into Gabriele’s body. Some bullets lodge in him, others punch through the door, and a few
“I—I—I had just found out. And then we had the break-in, and then the fight, and I needed to handle the gala, and…” My words trail off, leaving me unsure of what else to say.I can’t tell him the truth. I can’t admit that I was terrified he wouldn’t want me anymore once he found out I was pregnant. Especially not after he’d just rescued me from Gabriele.It's not that I think he wouldn't have saved me if we weren’t bound by this marriage pact. But deep down, I still don’t trust his love. As much as I want to—as much as I love him, even if I’m having trouble admitting it to myself—I can’t fully believe he truly wants to be with me.That’s why I didn’t tell him.And why I still can’t.His brows furrow, and he opens his mouth as if to speak, but the door bursts open and everyone files back in.“What did the doctor say?” Emily demands immediately, and I can’t help but notice the expectant faces around the room.After relaying all the information, everyone is silent for a moment, absorbing
Dante insists on staying with me through the night. Even though we aren’t in a private room and nurses are constantly coming in and out, Dante stubbornly decides to sleep in just his boxers, and I’m to sleep without my hospital gown.“I need to feel your skin against mine, topina. I know it might be a little embarrassing with them coming in, but I need this,” he says softly, eyes locked onto mine.How could anyone say no to that? It would take a stronger woman than me. I nod silently, unable to speak without risking my voice cracking.He leans forward and kisses me gently, thoroughly claiming my mouth before stepping back and starting to undress. He turns slightly toward the chair in the corner, giving me a profile view as he neatly folds and places his clothes there. Heat rises to my face as I watch him—his rippling, washboard stomach, powerful biceps, and thick thighs on full display. The man is absolute perfection, and my eyes drink him in greedily until he turns toward me.“Don’t l
There’s a beat of silence as my friends stare at me like I've lost my ever-loving mind.Maybe I have.“What the ACTUAL fuck are you talking about?!” Emily demands, each word getting louder until I’m covering my ears.Grayson stares at me, mouth hanging open. “W-what—why—how did you even manage to get to that conclusion?”He doesn’t get it. Neither of them do. Hell, I’m not even sure I fully understand this desperate, clawing loneliness in my chest, or the voice in my head whispering that he doesn’t truly want me.But they’re my best friends. If anyone can understand, it’s them.“Once I found out I was pregnant, I started really thinking about my relationship with Dante,” I begin slowly. “He didn’t want this marriage any more than I did—he actively fought it. He was out with other women, he left me alone, and he basically treated me like shit.”Neither of my friends responds, but it’s clear they’re both wondering where this is going.Taking a deep breath, I push on. “Yeah, eventually I
I spend nearly a week in the hospital before I’m finally allowed to come home. Dante stays by my side every single night. He’s there every day. Since I'm in a private deluxe suite, he even has someone drop by the house to bring clothes and toiletries for both of us.He rarely leaves my side, stepping out only briefly to get food or take urgent phone calls.He's there the whole time.Whispering how much he loves me.Touching me every chance he gets.Bringing me little snacks, ice packs, or gently guiding me on walks.Showing me, with every action and every whispered word, that I can trust him.That he's not like my father, or Gabriele, or even Stefan—my own brother—who stood by while my father sold me off.And then at night…For the first few nights, he simply holds me close, making sure I feel safe. It takes that long for the bleeding to fully stop. I'm fairly sure the hospital would've kept me longer if I weren't married to the heir of New York’s most powerful mafia family.Once the b
I can't help but stare at Dante as he wipes my slick from his mouth. He truly is beautiful. Maybe that’s a strange word for a man, but oh my God, is he sexy. He looks like the living embodiment of every Greek sculpture I’ve ever seen.“Please, Dante. Please fuck me,” I rasp, my voice breathless with need.His fully erect cock bobs slightly as his dark, heavy-lidded gaze travels slowly up my body—from the place his mouth just worshiped, up over my breasts, finally locking onto my eyes. Almost as an afterthought, he strokes himself once, slowly and deliberately.“How are you feeling?” His voice is a deep growl, husky with barely-contained desire. “I know today’s supposed to be the day, but if you’re not feeling ready—”I interrupt him immediately, urgency clear in my voice. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going straight to the most expensive sex shop I can find and getting something to finally satisfy me.”It’s a bluff—a desperate, needy bluff—but the weeks of teasing have left me h
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Bora Bora. Our final night. Our favorite kind of storm.“DANTE!” I scream, my fingers curling into his hair, holding him against me as I ride his face.His mouth is locked onto my clit, sucking and tugging just right, while his fingers curve inside me with that relentless, perfect come here motion.I’ve only ever squirted with Dante—and even then, it’s rare. It takes that crushing, desperate kind of need, the one only he can stir up. It’s different than a typical orgasm—pressure building until it feels like I might break—but the release… God, the release is so fucking good. It leaves me limp. Soaked. Ruined in the best way.He knows what he’s doing to me right now. From the way his fingers stroke my g-spot, he’s trying to make sure I’m blissed-out and limp when he finally fucks me.His moan vibrates through me, and I clench hard around his fingers. I can feel the wave rising—hot and fast and inevitable.My grip tightens in his hair, probably painful by now, but he just groans louder, d
Back in Bora Bora. The water. The fire. The man I love.Dante chases me into the ocean—not that I can get very far. Or want to.He’s stripped off everything, tossing his clothes in a careless heap on the sand. The last thing I see flying is his Versace watch, sailing somewhere in the general direction of his pants.Then he’s sprinting into the water after me.I make it to about hip-deep before Dante catches me.“Fuck, cara mia, you’re so sexy,” he growls, his hands immediately on me. He starts with my stomach—tender, reverent—before sliding down to my ass to yank me against him, then up to my breasts, cupping them through the water. “I need you.”“You have me, baby,” I murmur, teasing. “What are you gonna do with me now that you’ve caught me?”He chuckles darkly. “Anything I want.”His hand fists in my hair, pulling just enough to tilt my head back. Then his mouth crashes onto mine, full of heat and dominance.God, I love when he takes control like this. It melts me, makes me ache to g
One week after the spa day. Four and a half months pregnant.“Mama! I want to go play in the pool! Let me go!”Freddie is squirming all over the place, trying to break free from my arms so he can bolt out the kitchen door into the backyard of the Luciano estate.Okay, I can’t blame him. I’ve been holding him for five solid minutes, not quite ready to let go.“Topina, you have to let him go. We’re going to miss our flight,” Dante murmurs against my shoulder, his breath low and warm, sending a shiver straight down my spine.“You own the plane,” I pout. “What’s the point of owning a private jet if you can’t leave when you want?”I know he’s right, though. I need to let Freddie go.But this is the first time I’ll be away from him for longer than a weekend—and he’s always just been a short drive away, staying with Grayson and Rocco, or Emily and Josiah, or Nonna and Nonno. This time, I won’t be able to just jump in the car if he needs me.I finally let him wiggle free, and he sprints outsid
Four months pregnant. One week from our anniversary.After my spa day with Bianca, I went to Freddie’s preschool to pick him up. He runs straight out the door and launches himself into my arms.“Mommy! Mommy! I’m so excited!” he cries as I catch him and hold him tight.I won’t be able to pick him up much longer. At four months pregnant, my OB-GYN would probably have a heart attack if she saw me carrying him right now. But it’s something I know I’ll miss. I’ve decided to carry him until our anniversary next week—when I hit the five-month mark.Yes, it’s completely arbitrary. But I made the decision. And I’m sticking to it.“Hello, amore. How was your day? What’s got you so excited?” I ask as I shift him on my hip and start walking toward the car.Josiah, standing nearby with Emilio, clucks his tongue when he sees me carrying Freddie. But he doesn’t say anything—smart man. Experience has taught him that arguing with a pregnant woman is a fool’s game.“School was great! Conner found a b
One month later…When I first met Bianca, I thought she was stuck-up, petty, and materialistic. I honestly would’ve bet money that she’d want a black-tie affair—no kids allowed—in the most expensive and exclusive venue in all of New York.Now that I really know her, I couldn’t have been more wrong.Yeah, the girl loves to shop. And yeah, she’s never been spotted without her red-bottomed shoes and a Kate Spade bag. But when it comes to what really matters? Bianca is all about family.“Honestly, Quinn, I’d love to just go down to City Hall with the family and then go out for dinner. But you know Papà won’t allow that,” she groans.It’s been a month since my brother proposed, and despite Emilia’s best efforts to drag Bianca into full wedding-planning mode, she’s managed to dodge every attempt so far.Today, we’re having a spa day. Facials, massages, pedicures, and soon manicures. And while we’re soaking our feet, I plan to get to the bottom of this.It took years for Stefan to get to the
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 three years old today. We’re surrounded by family, friends, and sugar-high toddlers, standing in a place I never thought we’d reach.Of course, the second we finish singing and Freddie blows out his candles, he immediately shoves his whole hand into the cake and shouts, “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 gently.“You say that like you don’t have two other cakes in the kitchen, cara mia. Let the boy enjoy his cake,” Dante says, wrapping his arm around me and kissing the top of my head.“Then you can be the one to put him to bed tonight,” I reply, earning loud laughter from Emily, who’s holding her and Josiah’s two-year-old daughter, Violet.“MAMA!” Freddie shouts, not at all pleased with my attention being elsewhere
Quinn’s POVRocco stares 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 in the bathroom! Why are you keeping my best friend a secret?”“I’m not!” Rocco insists—but it’s clear neither of us believes that.I don’t even dignify it with a response. I just fold my arms over my very full boobs and even fuller belly and glare at him.“I’m not ashamed of being with Grayson!” he repeats, eyes wide and desperate. “I just…” His words trail off, like even he doesn’t know how to explain it.I glance around and realize we’re in an office. Thank God. I can’t stand for long without the baby pressing on my hips and making my legs go numb. I grab a chair and sink down, eyes locked on my brother-in-law as he begins to pace.“My family knows I’m gay,” he starts. “I came out to Bianca and Dante when I was fourteen, my mom at fifteen, and the Don when I was seventeen. And surpri
Quinn’s POV“It started right after Dante found you—when we were all meeting up at the hospital,” Grayson tells me.We’re sitting in the front seats of my car. He hasn’t looked at me once since we got in. I can tell he’s worried about how I’ll react to the story.That alone makes me sad. That he thinks I wouldn’t be happy for him. That he doubts I’d be on his side.“At first, we were just at the hospital at the same time. I noticed Rocco took his coffee the same way I did, so I started picking up drinks for both of us. Then he started bringing pastries. One thing led to another… and we ended up in a heavy makeout session, dry humping against the alley wall behind a café.”I blink. “And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” I ask. “Didn’t you think we’d be happy for you?”“It’s not that…” He sighs. “At first, we kept it quiet because of everything going on—your kidnapping, the baby, your dad… We didn’t want to add more chaos. And then it had been so long. We didn’t know how to bring it up.