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Of course.

“Bene?” he asked about his twin.

“Just headed outside. We’re all going to meet on the sidewalk as the cops and shit start showing up. It’ll be easier to handle them, if we’re in a group together. Less chances of them splitting us up when we’re showing a united front.”

“Right, right,” he agreed.

Tommaso made good points. They always had to consider the official side of shit whenever something bad went down. The less time they spent with cops, the better.

“You good?” Tommaso asked.

Beni nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

August, though …

He turned to face Camilla and August who were no longer hugging. Instead, Camilla was looking over August’s scrapes, her lips puckering in her displeasure.

“You should get them checked out,” the shorter girl said.

August’s flushed, her cheeks tinting red. It was one of the first things he noticed about her—how she blushed. No, that was a lie. The first thing he noticed about her as she stood across the room from him was the way she stared, and how, despite probably already being nearly six-feet without heels, she still wore a pair that made her legs look shapely in her skinny jeans.

He loved a woman with confidence enough not to care that she was already tall—nah, she had to put heels on to stand taller. And he wanted that kind of woman to be at his side. She had kept staring, though.

So curious, and unashamed.

Beautiful, and sexy.

The second thing he noticed was that jacket.

Frankie Zombie.

He’d recognize that piece of art anywhere—even from twenty feet away, in the darkness of a club. And the fact that it was draped over the art that was that woman … yeah, shit, it only made it better. His hands had itched to be closer, to touch her all the way across the room. And when he cocked a brow at her, wondering if she might invite him over?

Her cheeks pinked.

And she answered perfectly.

So, he supposed the blush was the third thing he noticed all in the span of seconds while they stared at one another, but none of it stood out more than the other to Beni. That woman, with an outfit that screamed edgy and sex, her curves calling for him, and confidence wafting from her had been more than enough to make him approach her.

And then this happened.

Fuck.

“I don’t need to go to the hospital just for a couple of scrapes,” August muttered. “Stop it, Cam.”

“She’s right,” Beni said, inserting himself into the girls’ conversation whether they wanted him there or not. She was going to get her hands checked out because only then would he be satisfied that he hadn’t truly done any lasting damage when he took her to the floor. Damn, he hadn’t really thought about it; just did it because it was his first instinct to protect her. “You should get them cleaned up, and looked at just in case.”

“I’m fine,” August told him.

He lifted one shoulder. “It would make me feel better to be sure.”

August sighed.

Cam shot Beni a smile over her shoulder. “See, even he thinks so.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Cautious,” he returned.