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
I can’t help but stare at Dante as he wipes my slick from his mouth. He truly is beautiful. I know that’s a weird thing to say about a man, but oh my God is he sexy. He looks like the model that all those Greek statues were based off of. My voice comes out harsh and breathy with my need for him. “Please Dante. Please fuck me.” His fully erect cock bobs as he looks me over. His dark, heavy-lidded eyes look over my body, starting from where his mouth just was, raising to my breasts, and then to my eyes. Almost as an afterthought, he pumps his hand up and down his shaft. His voice comes out gravely, “How are you feeling? I know today is supposed to be the day, but if you don’t feel well, then - “ I immediately cut him off. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to go to the most expensive sex shop there is and find something that is going to fucking satisfy me.” Ok, yeah, I’m fucking bluffing, but I’m
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
Quinn’s POV The weather had turned cold in the past weeks that I’d been on bed rest and reduced activities. Because of that, I chose to wear a long-sleeved dress. It had a fitted bodice with a box-neck and a full skirt that ended just below my knees. A pair of kitten heels and a pearl earring and necklace set completed the outfit. As I finish my hair, Dante comes up behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “You look beautiful,” he whispers as he bends down to kiss me on my neck. I can’t help but smile at him. “Just because I’m going to the memorial service of an asshole, doesn’t mean that I can’t look good,” I say with a shrug. He gives a chuff of dry laughter and moves back as I go to spray the tight bun that I have my hair in. When I’m finished, I smooth the sides of my hair and stand up. Dante is waiting for me a few feet away and I walk directly into his arms. “This sucks,” I say to him. “We don’t h
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
Dante’s POV The door opens to Mario, my family’s butler. “Signor Luciano! (Mr. Luciano!) We were not expecting you. Please come in. Would you like a late breakfast? I'm sure the cook would be happy to prepare something for you.” “Good morning, Mario,” I say with a warm smile. Quinn has told me how kind the man was to her when I was attempting to distance myself from her. The man has won himself my undying loyalty. “I ate at home, but I thank you. Is the Don in? I stopped by in hopes of speaking with him.” Taking my coat, Mario answers. “He is in, signor. I’m sure that he would be happy to see you. He’s in his office. I’ll bring in coffees straight away.” “Thank you, Mario.” I stare straight ahead, down the hall to where my father is. To where my future could take a rather interesting turn. Mario seems to sense my hesitation. “Is all well, signor?” I sigh. “I think I am about to disappoint the don
Quinn’s POVEight months later… “Em, you have completely outdone yourself!” I saw as Dante and I walk through the Palm House at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. The Palm House is a huge, glass enclosure, usually a place where weddings are held, but with the guest list that the Lucianos invited to the shower full of politicians, millionaires, and other celebrities, we needed a big place. We have refused to find out the baby’s gender, so neutral colors in various shades of yellow, green, and brown are the color palette. Because of that, we went with a woodland theme: foxes, hedgehogs, birds, butterflies, bears, etc. And little touches are all over the place. The thing that I absolutely didn’t want, though, was wood and trees and that rustic hippy vibe that everyone seems to be all over. Instead, Emily went with bushes, balloon arches, and flowers. There are teddy bears, some as big as I am, scattered around the room, bassinets, swings
“It started right after Dante found you and we all were basically meeting up at the hospital,” Grayson tells me. We’re sitting in the front of Dante and my car. Grayson hasn’t looked at me since we sat down. I can tell that he’s worried about how I’ll react to the story. That in and of itself makes me sad. That he thinks that I wouldn’t be there for him. That I wouldn’t be happy for him. “At first, we just happened to be at the hospital at the same time. I noticed that Rocco took his coffee the same way I did, so I started picking up coffee for the both of us. And then he started grabbing pastries for us. Somehow one thing led to another and we ended up in a heavy make out session, dry humping against the alley wall of a café.” “And you weren’t going to tell anyone?” I ask. “Didn’t you think that we would be happy for you?” “It’s not that...” he sighs. “At first, we kept quiet because of everything that was going on with your ki