Takeover: A Step-Brother Romance (The Legacy Series Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

son.”
    My father stared at each of us, unshakable and unblinking.
    “I want that Atwood bitch to regret challenging me. We offered her everything. She refused.” His words haunted the room with vulgar threat. “She will regret crossing me every second of every minute of every day it takes her to grow a Bennett in her womb.” He laughed. “And then I’ll watch as her world is destroyed the instant my grandson is born into this world.”
    “You want us...to fuck her,” Reed whispered.
    “No. I want you to breed Sarah Atwood.”
    The fire crackled. The charring pop didn’t disturb me. I would hear it for all eternity as my father damned our family to the deepest, blackest depths of hell.
    Max stood too quickly, wincing as he forced his weight over his bad leg. “Holy Christ, Dad.”
    I poured a glass of wine, offering the Pinot Noir to my father. He accepted.
    “Dad, you’ve married Bethany,” I said. “Sarah is technically our sister.”
    “ Step -sister,”
    “ Step -sister. But don’t you think the relation is—”
    “Do you plan for this family to fail, Nicholas?”
    Did he? What did he think he’d accomplish besides serving us with life-sentences and corrupting a young woman’s innocence?
    “Of course not,” I said.
    “Do you intend to let the Atwood whore spit on the generous agreement you created?” He tilted his head. “She did not insult me, son. Her refusal voided your contract. She disrespected you .”
    “And so I should impregnate my step-sister?” I braved a chuckle. “You said it yourself. The clause is a technicality. She holds the trust. If we present that a sale of the company positively benefits Atwood Industries, she would be within her right to accept—”
    “Enough.” My father never raised his voice. I gave him his respect, taught through years of agony endured under his crop, molding me into his perfect son. “She’ll never sell. She’ll control the company until she bears a child and raises it with the same delusions that indoctrinated her into the Atwood philosophy.” My father exhaled. He gestured to my brothers. “Leave us. I will discuss this further with Nicholas.”
    Max and Reed stiffened, unceremoniously dismissed from the conversation.
    I envied them.
    My father appraised me with the grace of an executioner sharpening his blades.
    “You would disobey me in this,” he said.
    I lowered my wine. “No. But I question your motivations.”
    “Why?”
    “It is not...honorable.”
    My father laughed. “And what Mark Atwood did to your mother. That was honorable?”
    I didn’t answer.
    “Life is a war, Nicholas, and death is too often the only solution,” he said. “Imagine when a birth is the ultimate conquest.”
    “She’ll never do this willingly.”
    “And?”
    I expected it. “You’re asking us to rape Sarah Atwood.”
    “I’m asking you to protect this family.”
    “She’ll go to the police. We’ll be ruined.”
    “Then don’t let her talk to the police!” My father waved a hand over the parlor. “This will be your estate, Nicholas. Your home! If you can’t find one place to hide a scrawny little girl—”
    “Dad, listen to what you’re saying!” I stood. His gaze followed—invisible shackles binding me to our name, our home, our pride. “You’re asking us to abduct, rape, and impregnate our step-sister .”
    “For the family.”
    “Absolutely not.”
    He asked the impossible, and yet his eyebrows rose, as if he realized the obscenity of the plan. Still he chose to ignore every modern convention of rationality and decency.
    And for what?
    The family?
    No.
    This wasn’t for the Bennetts. And it wasn’t for the company.
    This was vengeance. Pure sadism. He planned an end to a bitter feud that began before I was born and was bound to continue after I died.
    “We won’t do this.”
    My father said nothing. He stared, and I struggled to endure the uncompromising commands. I braced for the worst, but I hadn’t anticipated his