All Chapters of Yours On The Dotted Line: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

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

Dante’s POVI’ve arranged a spa day for Quinn with my sister, Grayson, Emily, and—surprisingly—my brother, Rocco. My siblings have been spending a lot of time with Quinn’s crew lately. Bianca’s involvement doesn’t shock me, but Rocco’s?I know Grayson is gay. The man has hit on several of my bodyguards since Quinn joined our family.But the way my brother looks at him? I don’t judge people’s orientations—I honestly couldn’t care less. Hell, even my parents don’t care. My father actually asked me directly when I turned eighteen, and again before agreeing to my engagement with Quinn. If I'd been gay, he still would have arranged an advantageous marriage and found an appropriate surrogate, though the insemination part might have irritated him. Knowing him, he’d insist on being present from the moment I finished into the cup until it was implanted in the surrogate.Very progressive for a mafia family.Still, I have no idea if my brother is gay. I haven’t asked. But the look in his eyes whe

Quinn’s POVThe weather has turned colder in the past few weeks while I’ve been on bed rest with limited activity. Because of that, I choose a long-sleeved dress. It has a fitted bodice with a box neckline and a full skirt that ends just below my knees. Kitten heels and a pearl necklace with matching earrings complete the outfit.As I finish styling my hair, Dante steps behind me, his hands resting gently on my shoulders.“You look beautiful,” he whispers, bending down to press a soft kiss to my neck.I smile at his reflection in the mirror. “Just because I’m going to an asshole’s memorial doesn’t mean I shouldn’t look good,” I say with a shrug.He lets out a dry chuckle and steps back as I spray the final layer over my neatly arranged bun. Once I’m satisfied, I smooth down the sides of my hair and stand. Dante waits for me a few feet away, and I walk straight into his arms.“This sucks,” I murmur against his chest.“We don’t have to go, topina. That’s one benefit of being mafia—we can