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                  All the clothes were exactly her size.
     
                  In the back, there was a floor length mirror bracketed by enormous shoe racks that held every kind of imaginable shoe possible. And although she knew it would fit, Emma still pulled down a pair of blue pumps and tried them on.
     
                  Perfect match.
     
                  Clearly Antonio Del Marco was a man who did his homework. Just thinking of the man made Emma’s pulse race and her ears steam again.
     
                  Working so intimately with people who had been so tragically affected by the crimes of the Del Marcos, Emma had seen many pictures and read many articles about Antonio. Only when she was alone in her apartment with a glass of wine, could she admit to herself that it was a shame such a gorgeous face was wasted on such a corrupt and evil man.
     
                  But now having met him, his looks only seemed to add to his cold and domineering nature. Pictures couldn’t do his steely silver eyes justice. They watched her every move, her every facial tic, studying her with a quiet competence that made her feel as if she stood naked and exposed. And no article or report had ever quite captured the cut of his stubbled jaw or the broadness of his shoulders, both of which make him a formidable presence to deal with.
     
                  Emma rubbed her wrist where Antonio had grabbed her, midslap. He had held her with an easy strength that spoke volumes of what he could physically do to her.
     
                  Walking out of the dream closet, Emma curled up on the bed. Your room , Antonio had called this place. Was he insane? She had a job, classes, an apartment! She couldn’t just disappear like this.
     
                  But she knew that was exactly what he expected. Antonio Del Marco clearly could care less what happened to her life as long as she made his easier.
     
                  Years ago, when Antonio had taken over the Del Marco Clan, journalists had written about how Antonio would not have the same ruthlessness Gabe Del Marco had when founding the organization.
     
                  God, how wrong they were.
     
                  It just made her wonder how terrible Gabe Del Marco must’ve been. Before the Del Marco Clan, Los Angeles had been overrun with horrible crime rates from competing gangs. Gabe had put a stop to that by either destroying or adopting the competing gangs.
     
                  Emma pulled her knees to her chest.
     
                  But Gabe Del Marco had fallen in love.
     
                  He had fallen in love…with her mother.
     
                  Without giving her enough time to stop herself, tears rushed down her cheeks in hot torrential flood.
     
                  Her mother. How she had longed to hear any scrap of information or history on the woman who had given birth to her! But she had no memories of the woman. No lingering scent, no warm touch, no soft kisses—she remembered nothing.
     
                  She had always pictured her mother as a kind and fairy-like angel. She was beautiful and compassionate and loving. Even now, Emma refused to think differently of her. But her image was certainly shaken. How could it not be? Her mother had married a notorious crime lord! She had been a mob boss’s wife!
     
                  Emma sniffed. She had been a mobster’s wife…for a few hours.
     
                  Hearing about her mother for the first time in her life had felt like standing under a cold waterfall on a hot summer day. It was chilling yet refreshing, overwhelming yet cool. But then to hear about her death nearly in the same breath….
     
                  Emma could feel the pillow beneath her cheek grow wetter and wetter with her