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

Authors: Lana Grayson

Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romance, #New Adult & College, #Romantic Suspense, #Contemporary Fiction, #Action & Adventure, #Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, #Crime, #Psychological, #Mystery & Suspense, #Suspense

Takeover: A Step-Brother Romance (The Legacy Series Book 1) (17 page)

“You can force me if you like,” I whispered, “but I’ll
never
enjoy anything you do to me.”

“Trust me, Sarah.” Nicholas dared to graze his lips against mine. I jerked away before my breath shuddered as badly as the sensations in my core. “One night in my bed and you will be begging me for your release.”

He kissed me again, the lightest flutter against my lips. I froze. In the wilderness, he attacked. Forced me against trees and bound my wrists in his hands to keep me still.

This kiss wasn’t a threat. He promised every word he said with the gentle, compassionate nibble.

He promised to rape me.

He promised I’d enjoy it.

I shivered a good shiver, but I was too exhausted to rub the goose bumps from my arms.

“I won’t give in,” I whispered.

“You already have.”

I blushed as the door kicked open. I fell against the pillows. Nicholas stood.

Since when did the hospital pipe in hot air through the oxygen system?

Nicholas offered, but Max refused his help unloading the bags and packages tucked in his arms. I gripped the blanket. Reed, I could probably handle now. But after the kiss and the confusion and all the wicked and evil and sensual words Nicholas whispered, I couldn’t fight two dangerous Bennetts at once.

I didn’t understand Max at all. He hardly spoke to me. I thought he resented my kick to his leg, but he limped too heavily for that. A lifelong injury must have bothered him, even if he was built like some of Dad’s old-school, indestructible tractors. He’d be handsome if he dared to smile like Reed.

He dumped a box of fast food onto the side table—a variety of brands and types, pizza and burgers, salads and tacos. While Nicholas tidied the spilled French fries, Max unfolded a blanket. He didn’t ask before covering me with the softest, fuzziest, most unbelievably pink throw. He put the teddy bear on the bed last.

Not one purchased from the hospital gift shop.

An expensive, plush bear…dressed in overalls with a straw hat.

“A farmer bear?” I didn’t know what to say. “What is…”

“Hospitals are cold.”

So was he, even loaded with presents.

“I spent a lot of time in hospitals after my surgeries,” he said. “Thought you could use this.”

I was in love with the blanket. I nodded.

“And hospital food is trash,” Max said.

Nicholas poked through the bags. “So you brought her junk?”

“Whatever the hell she wants. We’re getting out of here tomorrow anyway.” Max hesitated. He lost the suit jacket and tensed in just the vest and dress shirt. Every muscle flexed. “Good night.”

He left before I could even thank him.

He left before I could ask him not to leave me alone with Nicholas. Not because I didn’t trust him, but because I couldn’t trust myself. I was too tired to suppress my attraction. Too tired to think rationally.

“Are you hungry?” Nicholas asked.

“Not in the least. What—”

“My brother isn’t much for conversation.” He moved the food from the tray, though I snagged a cup of French fries before they escaped. “But he’s worried.”

I snuggled in the blanket. He didn’t look worried. He seemed inconvenienced. Impatient.

Thoughtful.

“You should rest.” Nicholas pulled his phone and flicked through emails. “Especially if we’re taking you home tomorrow. Our private doctor is good, but the estate isn’t a hospital.”

No, it wasn’t.

The estate was a prison.

And an opportunity.

I wasted enough time and almost lost my life in a foolish attempt to break free from the greatest gift I’d been given. I’d brave the asthma, Darius Bennett’s humiliations and beatings, and even Nicholas’s threatened kiss if only to find the evidence to pin my father’s death on the Bennetts.

Sacrificing my body to protect my family?

It was worth it.

Tomorrow, we were going back.

To war.

 

 

 

 

 

My brothers slept in the hospital waiting room, iPads folded on their laps, unopened sodas and cold food scattered around their impromptu offices.

I woke them without a greeting.

“We need to alter our strategy.”

Max blinked first. He cracked his neck and straightened his bad leg with a grunt. A soda can tumbled over, and Reed jerked awake.

“She okay?” Reed asked. “Fuck, she didn’t talk, did she?”

“She’s sleeping.”

Max checked his watch and rubbed his face. “Want a break?”

“No.”

“You left her alone?”

“Yes.”

His expression twisted, a graveled grimace that might have warned me of dangerous ground had I not realized how deeply I already sunk into the mire.

“Dad’s said not to leave her alone.”

“Don’t worry about Sarah Atwood,” I said.

Reed checked the doors before speaking, as though our father would dare to rest within a hospital for an Atwood’s benefit.

“She’s got us by the balls, Nick,” he said. “Don’t give her the opportunity to ruin us.”

“Oh, she’s trying to ruin us.” I claimed a seat across from my brothers, unable to hide my amusement. “She’s plotting her ways to topple the Bennett Corporation.”

“Fantastic.” Reed rubbed his temples.

Max wasn’t as threatened. “What’s a little kitten like her going to do?”

“She’s going to prove our father murdered Mark Atwood.”

My brothers silenced for a long moment before their laughter chorused within the waiting room.

“And how’s she gonna prove that?” Max asked. “I didn’t know we were about to fuck Sherlock Holmes.”

“She made me a deal.”

“This outta be good.”

I shrugged. “She returns to the estate willingly, and I help her gather evidence against Dad.”

Max laughed again. “And the rape?”

“Presumably, she’ll allow it to happen.”

“What a little freak.”

Reed shuddered. “Why would she let us do that? She knows we’ll…” His voice lowered. “We’re going to impregnate her. Why the hell would she surrender to something like that?”

“She has her reasons.” I folded my hands. “I never said she wouldn’t be a challenge.”

“Doesn’t make sense,” Reed said. “What does she have on us?”

“Presumably nothing or she would have moved already.”

Max didn’t buy it. “She’s smarter than that.”

I nodded. “But she’s also impetuous. Naive. She’s a college undergrad, not a CEO. If we were battling Mark Atwood or his sons, the Bennett Corporation would face a significant threat. But Sarah Atwood is not her father or brothers. She’s little more than a child, and she’s too fraught with vengeance to understand how dangerous her circumstances are.”

“So what are you planning?” Reed asked.

“Just what I agreed to. I’ll help her find the evidence to prove her father was murdered.”

“I don’t know what’s more frightening,” Max said. “The fact that we might get away with raping an innocent girl, or that you’ve lost your damn mind.”

“This will work. She only needs to trust me.”

“No. She just gotta spread her legs for you.”

“Can’t have one without the other.”

Max lived and dealt enough darkness. I recognized the growl in his voice, the unspoken intimidation he wielded. “Yes, we can. Dad won’t rest until that girl is broken, bruised, and sobbing.”

And there was the fundamental difference between my father’s perspective on business and my vision for the future. He viewed Sarah Atwood with the same bloodthirsty aggression she reserved for our family—and it benefited no one. The Atwoods didn’t rival our corporation directly, but their influence within the agricultural industry could secure or frighten customers. No love was lost between our families, and I was pleased when Mark Atwood was buried in the soil he loved so much.

But Sarah wasn’t an enemy.

She was a tool.

A newfound asset.

And a liability, but all great opportunities came with substantial risk. The reward would be far more substantial than whatever problems the little field mouse created.

My father planned to destroy the Atwoods and claim everything for our family.

Sarah was worth more than a quick struggle and a nine month nightmare. A girl like her—with that determination and strength—wasn’t an adversary.

She’d become an ally.

My ally.

Whether she realized it or not.

My phone buzzed. Seven AM and business already started. I answered the call with a warm greeting.

“Peter, how are you?”

Reed furrowed his brow. He mouthed Peter’s name to Max with a shrug.

Peter Handalan didn’t greet me with the same cordiality. He rarely offered pleasantries when discussing any business unless he pulled a minimum two over par on any course. Mid-June meant Peter toured the East Coast greens. I figured he had played a few hours before calling me.

“Nicholas Bennett, I don’t know what stunt you’re pulling, but I swear to God, if this dips our stock in any way, shape, or form, I’ll pull every last share from your godforsaken company and invest in pharmaceuticals like I should have done ten years ago.”

I braced for it. “I assure you, Peter. You’ll be glad you stayed with the Bennett Corporation just as soon as certain technicalities and all these…unpleasant details are sorted and finalized.”

Reed extended his arms. I ignored his questions.

“You want me to vote you in as the new CEO.”

“I want the Board of Directors to initiate a vote of no confidence in my father, yes.”

Reed bolted upright. Max grabbed a handful of his shirt and tossed him into the chair. I hoped Peter didn’t hear his profanity.

“You’re playing a risky game. Since when do the Bennetts supersede their elders? The company is yours when Darius retires.”

“Some members of the Board are displeased in the latest financials. They have been for over two years. Eight quarters of struggling growth concealed with layoffs, alternations in management, and product distribution. They’ve noticed, and they feel their investments are mismanaged.”

Peter cackled. “Your family is cutthroat, but it doesn’t sniff for its own blood.”

“My allegiance is to the company, Peter. Always has been, always will. I’ll work hard to ensure proper growth and new opportunities for prosperity.”

“You’ve got Darius’s confidence.”

“I have my own skills and abilities. This is the right move. I’m asking you for a pledge. A promise. Gentleman’s agreement, no contracts.”

“So your father doesn’t sniff out a paper trail.”

“Yes.”

“This sort of change rattles a company, Nicholas. One false move and your stocks plummet and customer confidence takes a hit. Are you prepared for the fallout this will cause?”

I paused. “The public and investors will be told my father took an early retirement. He was recently wed, perhaps he wants to spend time with his new wife and family. Maybe he wants to sail around the world. Climb Everest. The Bennett Corporation will salute his years of dedicated service, honor him as he wills, and then organize the transition to me. I’ve spent my life preparing for this opportunity, and the investors will feel confident in my abilities.”

Max crossed his arms. Reed held his head in his hands.

“I won’t be alone in this,” Peter warned. “You give me the names of the sons of bitches voting with me. Do you understand?”

“Of course. I need to speak with one last board member to secure their allegiance, and this messy business will be done quickly, quietly, and effectively, with no disruption to the company or its everyday operations.”

“I’m too old for this bullshit, Nicholas. I should be lying on a beach somewhere, getting my cock sucked by some cute Filipino and my yacht refurbished for my wife.”

“This deal will guarantee it.”

“Yeah.” Peter exhaled. I imagined him puffing a cigar as a golf cart puttered up the green. “I know you’re right. Wouldn’t want to be you though. Darius Bennett isn’t a forgiving man.”

“But he is my father.”

“For how much longer?” Peter swore. “You get me those names, and we’ll talk again.”

The call ended as Peter cackled to his partner about a ball shanked hard to the left. I pocketed my phone. Reed started to laugh, bending over to catch his breath as Max raged at his side.

“What in the everloving fuck are you doing?” Reed said. “Holy shit, man, you didn’t even tell us.”

“I figured I had your support.”

“For a
takeover
?”

Was my brother that naive? “Our profits are failing. Our investors are bolting. Dad is
kidnapping
and raping women. Is that the man you want controlling our future? Our wealth?”

“You don’t have to tell me that Dad lost his goddamned mind,” Reed said. “That happened
years
ago. But, Jesus Christ. He’s going to find out what you’re doing. Then I’ll be chasing
you
down on a bike with the tire iron.”

I wasn’t worried. “He’s a bit preoccupied with our house guest at the moment.”

“It won’t work. Sarah’s nothing to him.”

“She’s
everything
to him,” I said. “He’s obsessed with her, her family, with what Mark Atwood’s will unintentionally promised us. He isn’t watching the Bennett Corporation. He’s thinking about what we are going to lose a year from now. Right now he’s planning how he’ll finagle his way into being named regent of a stolen empire.”

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