Lahat ng Kabanata ng Yours On The Dotted Line: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

“W-w-what are you doing here?” I stammer, frozen in the entryway of the dining room.I’m not even sure who I’m speaking to—my father or Gabriele.What the actual hell is happening? Did… did Gabriele kidnap me? Did my father?Why are they standing here together?They’ve hated each other for as long as I can remember. Even when Gabriele and I were together, my father only ever spoke to him with thinly veiled disgust, and Gabriele looked at my father like he was a bug beneath his shoe.The only reason they tolerated each other was me… and the threat of Don Reina’s power.I’ve known Gabriele since I was a kid with pigtails and braces. I’ve never been afraid of him.Until now.Not until I saw that possessive look on his face—his eyes raking over the barely-there dress someone put me in like I was his.My father turns away, sighing heavily. “You couldn’t have put her in something I could actually look at my daughter in?”“She’s mine now,” Gabriele replies, voice soaked in lust. “I’ll dress

I can’t stand being in this room any longer.Since Gabriele locked me in here again, the only person I’ve seen is Rebecca—once to bring my food, once to pick up the empty tray. I ate every bite. Passing out while trying to escape won’t do me or my baby any favors.My hand instinctively rests over my stomach.Two things are clear:I have to get to Dante and warn him about the danger to his family.To do that, I have to get the hell out of here. Now.Calling from inside the house is too risky. I’d be out in the open too long. No—I need keys. A car. I can call from a gas station or diner on the road.All I need is an exit.People think rich kids are polished little angels in designer shoes, but we’re still teenagers. We still do dumb shit. I went through my rebellious phase like everyone else—especially dating Gabriele in high school. I learned a lot of things my father would’ve disapproved of.One of them was how to pick a lock.It’s a skill I never lost. And looking at the lock on this

Dante’s POV“What do you mean the Don of the Reina family is your father’s best friend?”You’d think with as much rage as I’m feeling, I’d be screaming. But I’m not.My voice is low. Quiet. Almost… calm.I think I’m in shock.Stefan grips the edge of the marble counter, knuckles white. He looks like a man about to jump off a cliff. Like he knows his next words could start a war.He takes a breath and begins.“My father and Giuseppe Reina served in the Army together. They were just kids—barely out of high school. My dad didn’t come from money. His father was a coal miner in Pennsylvania. His mom worked in a grocery store. If he wanted college, the military was the only ticket.“Giuseppe… you probably know, he was the second son. Much younger than his brother. That brother was groomed to take over the family business. Giuseppe? He was an afterthought. Spoiled, wild. Drugs. Booze. Fights with rival families.“Eventually, his father gave him a choice: clean up in the military or get cut of

Quinn’s POVIt’s been a week. Seven days of hell in a silk cage.Everything feels like some fucked-up version of Groundhog Day. Same four walls. Same creeping dread. Same predator circling closer.An hour after Pablo was killed, they swept his body away like it was a spilled drink. A doctor arrived not long after to check on me. I was badly bruised, but not far enough along for the baby to be harmed.The confirmation of my pregnancy sent Gabriele into a rage. He stormed out, slamming the bedroom door so hard it cracked the frame. The knob hit the wall with enough force to dent it.I was so afraid he’d come back and take that fury out on me—or worse, on the baby—that I dragged a chair under the doorknob and locked myself in the bathroom, pushing a table up against the door.At one point in the night, I heard the knob rattle. The scrape of the chair as pressure pushed it forward. But the barricade held.He could’ve broken in if he’d wanted. He didn’t. Thank God.The next morning, Rebe

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 by