All Chapters of Yours On The Dotted Line: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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?

“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

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

Dante’s POV I’ll say this for my father, when shit goes sideways, he handles it like a fucking pro. He had been beyond pissed when I told him everything that Stefan had said. He had been especially livid when I told him about Pablo stealing Quinn and how I was certain that it was the Reinas that were behind it. And then he’d been on top of it, having his men in the three states where Julian Rothschild had been seen over the past week: New York, Connecticut, and Massachusetts. Luckily, there aren’t many casinos in any of these states and my father seems to have his fingers in all of them. Within an hour he gave me a call back. “The most recent place that he’s been was Plainridge Park Casino. The owner is some unimportant relation to your mother’s aunt’s cousin or some shit like that. He was more than happy to help us out and got video of the fucker. He’s willing to bring in the waitress and the dealer for the poker table he was sitting at.

Dante’s POV We knew that it was the Reinas from interrogating Julian. We knew from the GPS in the car that Julian was in that he had been staying at a hotel and had gone to several different places in a 100-mile area going all the way up into Vermont. We knew that Pablo was fucking shit up for us with the shipments and drugs. We knew everything that had been going on. Except for where Quinn is. “Get back here to the city,” my father demands of me on the phone. “No! We’re so close, Padre. We’ll track her down directly from the spots that Rothschild stopped. I can’t just leave her here. Who knows what the fuck Reina will do!” I’ve never gone against my father’s wishes. Never. I even married a woman that I didn’t know based on what he demanded of me. But I can’t do this. I can’t leave her. “I understand, son. But I’ve requested a meeting with Giuseppe, which he’s granted. If you turn ar