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“Hey, hey,” Theo murmured, stepping forward just enough to move in between the men. “That’s quite enough of that—made men don’t do this, but certainly not in public. Back up, and take a breath.”

Tommaso arched a brow at his cousin over Theo’s shoulder. A silent question of well?

Beni still wasn’t made. He appreciated they treated him like he was, however. Swallowing back the pride thickening his throat, he muttered, “Apologies, Tom.”

“And?” Joe snapped.

“Jury’s still out for you.”

“Fucking—”

“Quite enough of that,” the boss said firmly.

All eyes swung back to him.

Tommas sighed, eyeing Beni. “And where is your brother? Because when your father called, I only had news to give him on you. He was not pleased.”

“Don’t know.”

“Excuse me?”

Beni shrugged. “He fucked off somewhere. Probably to a hotel for the night. He’s in a mood.”

“He isn’t the only one, no?”

Yeah, well …

It was only the presence of Camilla behind the boss and his men that stopped Beni from replying to his uncle. She gave him a nod, and waved her hand.

“Excuse me,” he said to the group.

They didn’t question it, simply stepped aside to let him go. Their conversation about the shooting, and what the plan was from there on out continued behind him, but he was more interested in what Camilla had to tell him.

“She’s all done, asked if you were still around,” Cam said.

Beni smirked. “Of course, I am.”

“Mmhmm.” Her sly grin said she knew exactly what was going on between Beni and August. Or rather, what he was hoping to continue once he got that beautiful woman out of this hospital, as long as she was still feeling up to it. “I will be calling her in the morning, Beni.”

“Good.”

“Just to check in.”

“I bet she needs someone to watch her back.”

“Not really—she’d feed your balls to snakes, if she thought you deserved it. She doesn’t need my help to take care of herself.”

Damn.

“Just know,” Cam continued, “that if, I call tomorrow morning and she doesn’t pick up my call, or she does and she’s … in any way unhappy, I will use your blood to paint my husband’s office that red color he asked for. We clear?”

Beni chuckled, and then cleared his throat when Camilla’s severe gaze met his. These women—clearly best friends in every sense of the word—were not meant to be messed with. Certainly not separately, and definitely not when together. “Yeah, Cam, crystal clear.”

“Good. Third room on the left.”

Cam left him to head back toward the waiting room where her husband was standing with the rest of the gathered men. It took Beni no time at all to find the triage room the nurse had used to clean and bandage August.

Sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, August dug through her small purse in search of something. Although, the second he knocked on the door with two knuckles, she forgot all about her search, and looked up to see him with a wide smile.