Taken - A Gangster Stepbrother Romance Read Online Free PDF

learned about her long lost mother and her death all in the same conversation.
     
                  Antonio’s lips twitched, his eyes gleaming like steel. “Marriage,” he said simply. “We like to see big alliances consummated with marriages between the two families.”
     
                  Emma stared at him. “You’re going to marry someone,” she said.
     
                  “Well, the Cavalli Family has three children, all sons,” Antonio explained. “They want marriage but not just any kind. They are traditional, as I said.” His lips twitched again.
     
                  How can the man even think of being amused when he had shaken her entire past like an etch-a-sketch? Emma quietly began to fume.
     
                  “So what?” Emma said before realization smacked her across the face. “You want me to marry someone?”
     
                  “Not just someone,” Antonio corrected. “David Cavalli, second son and heir to the Cavalli Family.”
     
                  Emma stood up. “I want to go back home.”
     
                  Antonio stared at her from his seat, not a bit unperturbed by her sudden rise. “No,” he said simply.
     
                  Emma glared at him, biting back a frustrated scream. “You said after you told me your story, I could go home!”
     
                  “No,” Antonio said again in that irritatingly calm voice. “I said that we could talk. And we’re not finished talking.”
     
                  “Well I am!” Emma cried out. “You think you can just call me up after twenty years and drop this kind of bomb on me and then expect me to marry some stranger? Some mob stranger who you’re saying is responsible for my mother’s death! You think I’ll do it all because you just tell me to? Who do you think you are? Who the fuck do you think you are!”
     
                  Antonio slowly rose from his seat. Emma felt her pulse speed up as the man stood at his full towering height. He was immense. Not just in size but in presence. He filled up the entire room till Emma felt like she was being squeezed by his aura of lethal power.
     
                  All trace of humor and detached coolness was gone now. His expression darkened. His face, certainly handsome under most circumstances, looked positively dangerous at the moment. Silver hooded eyes turned a charcoal gray as he slowly approached her.
     
                  “I am Antonio Del Marco,” he said in a quiet voice that demanded she listen to him with every fiber of her being. “I am the head of one of the most brutal mafias in west coast history and now you know that I also happen to be your older stepbrother.” Antonio took another step, closing the small distance between the two of them. Emma tried her best not to flinch as he neared.
     
                  “So yes, I do expect you to do as I say and marry someone, even a ‘mob stranger,’ just because I say so.” He stood only mere inches away from her. Looking down he pierced her with his fiery gaze. “Because you are now Emma Del Marco, daughter of the Del Marco Clan, and that means you fall under my rule, my command.”
     
                  Without thinking, Emma swung her hand back and aimed for his face. He caught her wrist with ease, his large hand wrapping completely around her arm and holding her captive. Ignoring her pulls to get away, he leaned down and added, “So as my younger sister and a member of the Del Marco Clan, I suggest you recognize the responsibilities you have to your family and learn to accept your position.”
     
                  Emma felt tears prickling her eyes but damn him if she’d cry in front of him. “I want. To go. Home,” she said slowly, making sure to not let her voice shake.
     
                  Antonio yanked her