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

Quinn’s POV The sound of the gate breaking down and the sight of Dante, Emilio, and Josiah jumping out of the car made my heart soar. That is until the shock wears off that they’re here and the pain of being thrown into the car catches up with me. I was thrown into the backseat with the arm rest down, my stomach landing flat on it. I scream in pain, though it isn’t heard over the gunfire. It isn’t just the pain from hitting the seat with force, but it’s also the soreness from when Pablo threw me against the end table. I can’t help but curl up into myself on the seat, keening in agony.It’s when the gun shots start to ping against the car and one of the windows breaks that I realize that I can’t just curl up in the pain. I’ve got to make sure I’m safe.I move to the floor as fast as I possibly can, though my movements seem cumbersome and slow. But I finally make it into the floor, my stomach heaves with the need to retch as the pain overwhelms me.The gunshots that r

Dante insists on staying with me during the night. Even though we aren’t in a private space and constantly have nurses coming in and out of the room, Dante insists on sleeping in just boxers and me sleeping without the hospital gown on. “I need to feel your skin against mine, topina. I know this might be a little embarrassing with them coming in, but I need it,” he says, looking deeply into my eyes. How do you say no to that? It would take a stronger woman than me to do it. I just nod, unable to voice my assent without the possibility of my voice cracking. He leaned forward and kissed me, a sweet and thorough capturing of my mouth before he pulls back and starts to take off his clothes. He does it turned towards the chair in the corner of the room where he places his clothes. It gives me a profile view of his body and I can’t help the heat that rises in my face as my eyes take him in. From his rippled washboard stomach, to his large biceps,

I am in the hospital for nearly a week before I’m finally allowed to come home. Dante stays with me every single night. He’s there every day. I’m in a private, deluxe suite in the hospital, so he even had someone drop by the house to bring both of us clothes and toiletries. He never leaves the hospital, leaving only to get food or to take a phone call if needed. He was there the whole time. Whispering how much he loves me. Touching me at every opportunity. Bringing me little snacks or an icepack or taking me for walks.Showing me with every action, every word that I could trust him.That he isn’t like my father or Gabriele or even like my brother Stefan, who had stood by and allowed my father to sell me off.And then at night…Well, the first few nights he just holds me to him, making sure that I feel safe. It took that long for the bleeding to completely stop. I’m fairly sure that I would have been allowed to stay at the hospital were I not married to

Dante’s POV I’ve had a spa day arranged for Quinn with my sister, Grayson, Emily, and surprisingly my brother, Rocco. My siblings have been hanging out with Quinn and her crew a lot lately. I wasn’t all that surprised about Bianca. But Rocco? I know that Grayson is gay. The man has hit on numerous of my bodyguards since Quinn has become a part of our family. But the way that my brother looks at him? I don’t judge people’s sexual orientation. Honestly, I don’t care. Actually, my parents don’t care either. My father had asked me when I was 18 and asked again before agreeing to my engagement to Quinn. If I had been gay, he would have still made an advantageous match for me and found an appropriate surrogate, though he wouldn’t have been happy about the whole insemination thing. Probably would have insisted on being in the room from when I splooged in the cup until it was put into the surrogate.Very progressive for a mafia family.Still, I didn’t know i

Stefan, Dante, and I are sitting in the waiting room of my father’s lawyers office. Josiah and Emilio are behind our seats and I know that they will flank the doors inside while we take our appointment. Ever since of my kidnapping, I go nowhere without one of these two mean with me. Can’t say I mind.I’ve known Rupert Sterling for most of my life, at least in passing. He has never been what you would call “warm and fuzzy.” The guy is so pale that it’s obvious he never goes out in the sun. You remember that old cartoon of The Legend of Sleepy Hallow? He reminds me of Ichabod Crane.The creepy ass man opens the door to his office and ushers us in. “Mr. Rothschild, Mrs. Luciano, its nice to see you again, though I’m sadden that its under these circumstances. I am truly sorry for your loss.”Out of the corner of my eye, I see Stefan clench his teeth in anger. I haven’t had a chance to talk to him alone since yesterday. I know that he has a lot of conflicting emotions about our