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His brother chuckled. “Sure, you don’t.”

“We’re supposed to be having a meeting here, not—”

“Did you think Gian wouldn’t get suspicious that there was no camera footage all weekend?”

Bene chewed on his inner cheek. “No, I just figured he wouldn’t look at all since he usually doesn’t unless he has a reason to. And since the digital recordings start over every five days, by the time he did look, it wouldn’t even matter.”

“You’re fucking terrible.”

Yeah, well …

“And you forgot that the cameras on the entrance gate are on entirely different servers, Bene,” Marcus added.

Ah, shit.

They saw him come in and out with Vanna, then.

There would be no hiding that.

Now, he understood perfectly fine why his father kept glancing his way even though it was clear he had better things to focus on in this meeting than what one of his youngest sons had done the previous weekend.

Perfect.

Bene was more than willing to keep pretending like he didn’t know what in the fuck his brother was talking about—at least, until he couldn’t anymore—but the vibration in his pocket stopped him from saying anything at all. Knowing he could get away with checking his phone while his father’s attention was on the discussion of the upcoming tribute, Bene pulled it from his pocket, and kept it hidden in his palm while he glanced down at the screen.

V the contact said.

Contents Hidden, the message read.

That usually meant someone sent him an attachment, like a picture or something. He didn’t even think about his older brothers standing on either side of him as he unlocked the phone, and clicked on the ribbon to bring up the text message.

Holy fuck.

There it was.

Or rather, there she was.

Part of her, anyway.

All he could see in the picture Vanna had sent was the image of her legs in fishnet, thigh-high stockings, the stark red heels on her feet, and the tiled floor beneath her. The photo had been cropped up near the fucking promise land, keeping what was between her thighs hidden from him, but damn … this had been more than enough.

Because now his throat was tight.

His cock perked to life.

And he was in no position for any of it.

“Damn.” Marcus whistled low.

Bene clicked the home button quickly. “Shut up.”

“That the same one? Kind of hard to tell when you can’t see her face and—”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Chris chuckled on the other side of him. “Whoever she is, she better be worth bringing her to the mansion when Ma and Dad weren’t home to meet her, Bene.”

His father looked their way again.