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That pissed Bene off.

“Watch your fucking mouth before I make it bleed, Marcus.”

Beni cleared his throat, giving Marcus a look. “Go easy with the names, huh? And it wasn’t just Bene. I helped him, too, and knew what was going on. Uncle Tommas pulled some contacts for us as well. You couldn’t get it done, man, and there was no way you would use anything we got from Vanna, so just relax.”

“I want her the fuck out of here. Now.”

“Absolutely not,” Bene replied.

Marcus tipped his head up, staring down at his brother over Chris’s shoulder. “Or what?”

“Or nothing, Marcus. She’s with me, and that’s the end of it.”

“She’s a fucking rat—an informant. You brought her into our family, and she used everything she found to hurt us. If you think for one second that she’ll be welcomed here, you’re highly fucking misinformed, Bene. I will give you one minute to get in the car and take her away before I put her off this property myself.”

Bene inched back a bit, closer to Vanna than before. Her hand came to cover his over her stomach—would he even get to explain that this was bigger than Marcus understood? Would he care that Vanna did everything she could to right the wrongs she made?

“Shit.”

Bene’s head flew sideways only to find his twin’s soft proclamation was punctuated by the fact he could see the protective nature of Vanna’s hand overtop his. Right on her midsection. There was only one reason why someone held their stomach that way.

Beni glanced away, the dawning in his expression as clear as day, but it was already too late. Chris noticed, too, who only shook his head with a dry chuckle as he stared up at the sky with a muttered, “Are you fucking serious, Bene?”

“What?” Marcus demanded.

Well …

Now or never, he supposed.

“Vanna’s pregnant,” Bene said.

Marcus blanked.

Just like that.

His face became white paper.

Nothing to see.

“What did you just say?”

Vanna’s hand tightened around Bene’s, but still, she stayed quiet. Smart, really, all things considered. Better for her to just stay out of this right now, and let the rest of them handle it.

“Bene,” Marcus snapped, “what did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

His brother’s gaze darted between him, and the woman behind him.

Corrado was the only one who thought to say, “Congrats, man.”

“Thanks.”

“But bad timing,” came a new, but familiar, voice.

Corrado made a grunt under his breath, lifting his hand to show the face on the screen of his phone that he was currently video chatting on. Or rather, the call he must have been on before they call came running out of the house. Alessio, his other spouse.

“Like Corrado told you,” Alessio said on the screen, clearly amused, “congrats, and all.”