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I’ll let you know.

Perfect, bella.

He really was charming.

Amongst many other things, too.

“I sincerely hope you’re not playing on your phone when we’re supposed to be having a meeting here, Beni.”

Snickers echoed from the fucking peanut gallery, but Beni took his time looking up from the screen to meet his boss’s gaze across the room, before he shut the phone off, and slipped it into his pocket. He could continue his conversation with August later, even if he would much rather be talking to her than doing this meeting.

Everybody’s got to make sacrifices.

Next to him, Bene didn’t even react to his twin being chastised. A little unusual but considering the tension between the two of them over the last week … not really.

“Good, now back to the discussion,” Tommas said, giving Beni a look before he gestured Damian’s way, so they could go over the new rules for the east side. “Continue, cousin.”

“No major events on the east side,” Damian droned on, “no announcements of our presence until we have culled or calmed the issue with the gang and the crew.”

The conversation continued, but Beni wasn’t that interested. He knew the rules they were setting in place, and the reasons for them. He didn’t need to go over them again. Besides, he was working on the east side whether or not these rules were followed. His job with the crew wasn’t going to change because of this. If anything, it became more important now than ever for him to figure out what in the hell was going on.

“How’s that going, anyway?”

The voice behind him—Cory Rossi—had Beni sighing.

“The crew is made up of a bunch of pricks and—”

“Nah, dude, the chick. August, right?”

Fuck.

Cory chuckled low enough that the rest of the room couldn’t hear him. “Yeah, saw the text over your shoulder. You two were getting it at the club, huh?”

Beside him, his twin stiffened.

Beni ignored that.

He didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with Bene—or how it tied to August, because it wasn’t like this was the first woman Beni messed around with—but his brother needed to get over it. And if he couldn’t, then he needed to fuck off and handle his shit elsewhere.

That was his opinion.

“How about you mind your business?”

He swore he could feel Cory’s smirk when the man murmured, “Got your dick tied in a knot over her already, huh?”

“Knock it off,” he warned.

“Have you seen her again?”

Beni was going to punch him in the throat. “No, I let her text me when she wanted to instead of messaging her.”

Because he would have texted her the next damn day, but August didn’t seem like the type of woman who would appreciate a man asserting his presence onto her just because he wanted to. Some chicks liked that, and for others, it made them run.

He figured, better for her to tell him what she wanted.

He could work with that.

“Shouldn’t do that,” Cory said, “because women are smart, you know? You can’t keep their attention, and they quickly find something else to entertain them, man.”