Page 27 of Beni

“Camilla!”

“Beni!”

August was silent.

Shaking.

Beni was quiet and calm in her ear, though, those strong hands of his holding tight, even through her trembling. “It’s okay—we’re okay.”

Were they?

Yup.

Nothing like bullets to make a man’s dick shrink.

Although, his cock and dwindling lust was now a background thought as Beni pulled August up from the floor. Mostly because, in his haste to get her on the ground when he first started hearing the gunshots, he had forgotten she was holding a glass with a drink.

“Ow,” August mumbled.

He grabbed her hands, pulling them away from her chest so he could see the damage. For the moment, he was more worried about her than the moving people around them. The familiar voices of their friends doing a roll call, checking in on everybody, passed him by as he looked over the scrapes on August’s palms.

Not bad.

Not bleeding, really.

Just … there.

And that pissed him off.

Not thinking about it, he raised her palms, and pressed quick, soft kisses to each. “Sorry, we’ll get these cleaned and wrapped up. I didn’t mean to—”

Her shaky breath stopped him from saying more, his gaze drawing upwards to find her staring at him. “It’s okay.”

Beni still didn’t let her go. “Does it hurt?”

“Stings a bit.”

“They have creams at the hospital—”

“I don’t need to go to the hospital.”

“Oh, my God, August! Are you all right?”

Beni dropped August’s hands, and stepped back in just enough time for the tiny tornado that was Camilla Rossi to step in. His friend’s wife was a force to be reckoned with on her good days—he didn’t want to find out what she was like in this situation.

He took the chance, while the two girls hugged and whispered between one another, to scan the crowd now getting up from the dance floor to look for his friends. He didn’t see his twin right away, but he knew Bene was close.

Just that feeling.

It always told the truth, even when his gaze didn’t.

Tommaso took over Beni’s vision, coming his way with a knot in his brow, and a scowl affixed to his face. “Cops have been called.”

“Shit.”

To say the least …

“Cory and Joe are making calls,” his friend added.