Page 56 of Bene

“The business side,” Gian interjected fast, pensive stare drifting back to Bene and making him feel like his father was searching for something in his son. “Marcus will handle the paperwork and getting the right accountants on everything. And if he wishes to overlook the work you’re doing there, Greg, then he will do that, too. Underboss’s right, no?”

The Capo cleared his throat but stayed quiet.

Gian, seemingly satisfied with the way the conversation had gone, gave Bene one last look before turning his attention to the men in the room once again. If anyone except him noticed the fact his father kept checking on him like he wanted to be sure he was still standing there, no one said a thing.

Not that it mattered now.

They were on to money.

Tribute was coming up.

“What’s all that about?” he asked.

Marcus, who had been quiet for the most part at Bene’s left, checked his watch. “Pardon?”

“Papa—”

“Boss.”

Right, right.

Bene was doing better about that whole thing—you know, differentiating between his father when they weren’t doing business, and Gian as the boss when other made men were around. Someone should give him credit for that, but Marcus just liked to correct his ass.

“He keeps looking back at me,” Bene muttered. “And he only does that when …” I’ve done something wrong, and he knows about it. Gian used to pull that shit on Bene and his twin when they were teenagers, and thought they were pulling one over on their parents. It never worked. One might think Bene would learn his lesson, but apparently not. So was his fucking life. Where was the fun if he wasn’t getting into a bit of trouble now and then?

Besides, Vanna was harmless.

Sexy as sin.

Looked good in his bed.

Fucked like nobody else.

To them, though, she was harmless.

Bene didn’t say any of that out loud because he knew that if he did, Marcus would undoubtedly hear the oncoming lie on the tip of his tongue. His follow up of and I didn’t do anything wrong. Except he had—by bringing Vanna to the mansion the previous weekend when his parents were away—and Bene was not a good liar when it came to his brothers. They all knew the difference, so it was better if he didn’t even bother to try.

“Hmm?” Marcus asked.

Bene scowled. “Nothing.”

“You sure about that?”

He gave his brother a look.

Marcus raised his brow right back. “Good weekend?”

Fuck.

All he needed was that simple question from his brother—as innocent as it seemed—and Bene’s mind was thrown back to the previous weekend, and exactly how he’d spent it. Which meant, mostly between the thighs of a woman using her pussy to sustain him like it was the only thing he wanted to eat for the rest of his life.

To be fair, her pussy was heaven.

Didn’t matter if he was fucking it, eating it, or watching her play with it … that woman could start wars over her pussy, and Bene knew it. Besides that, there was just something about her that he liked, and he wouldn’t apologize for it, either.

“Well?” Marcus pressed.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, Marcus.”