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
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 “What do you mean the don of the Reina family is your father’s best friend?” You would think that with as much rage as I’m feeling, I would be screaming. But I’m not. My voice is quiet. Soft. Almost conciliatory. I think I’m in shock. Stefan gives me a pained look, his knuckles white as he grips the edge fo the marble counter we are sitting at. I can tell that he doesn’t want to say this, that he knows how dangerous his next few words could be. Taking a deep breath, he begins. “My father and Giuseppe Reina were in the Army together as young men just out of high school. My father didn’t come from a rich family, in fact his father was a coal miner in Pennsylvania and his mother worked in a local grocery store. If my father wanted an education, he had to go into the military to get it. “Giuseppe, as you probably know, was the second son of the Reina family. His brother was much older than him, ne
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.
Quinn’s POV I’ve been here a week now. So much has happened and yet I feel like I’m living the same day over and over again, like some fucked up version of the movie Groundhog’s Day.Within an hour after Pablo had been killed, his body was removed and a doctor was here to check on me. I was badly bruised from the fall, but not far enough along that it would hurt the baby. The confirmation of my pregnancy seemed to piss Gabriele off so much that he stormed out of the room. The door that he slammed behind him hit it so hard that the frame splintered and the door bounced, the knob hitting the wall hart enough to dent it.I was so scared that he would take it out on me and the baby that I hooked a chair under the doorknob of the bedroom so that it would be harder for him to get in and then slept in the locked bathroom with a heavy table pushed against the door.I heard the doorknob jiggle at one point during the night, the chair scrape against the floor slightly, but it he
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
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 b
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 f