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“Hey,” Marcus was quick to say.

He ignored his older brother.

“What, you won’t look at me, or …?”

“Let’s end this meeting here,” Tommas said, “and Gian, I will let you handle … that.”

“Yes, what is that?” Gian asked. “Because that is not normal for them, not at all.”

“I don’t know. Ask them.”

Great.

Beni forced his gaze away from his twin.

The problem?

Now everyone was looking their way.

Including his father.

Perfect.

“What in the hell was that?” Gian demanded, slamming the door to what seemed to be a spare bedroom behind him after he entered. When neither of the twins opened their mouths fast enough to answer their father, he snapped, “Someone better start talking—now.”

Marcus cleared his throat, finding a chair in the corner of the room to sit in while Beni and Bene did their best to avoid staring at each other. That heaviness on Beni’s shoulders, the projection from his twin, and turned into something else. Something sharper, and warmer. He knew exactly what that was—rage.

Beni felt it, too.

Except that was his own.

He was ready to snap.

“Ask him,” Beni muttered, pointing a finger to his right. “Because I’m just as fucking lost as you are, and he’s making a problem out of something I don’t even understand. All right? Ask him.”

Bene scoffed, shaking his head.

“Tell me I’m wrong, then!”

His twin glared his way, replying, “What you are is a fucking—”

“That is enough.”

Gian’s order silenced the bedroom. Even Marcus stopped fiddling with the button on his suit in the corner chair, and glanced with concern writing heavy lines on his brow. It was not often their father lost his patience, but especially not with his children. And here they were—fucking adults, twenty-one-year-old men—and at least one of their parents were still stepping in when they had problems.

Jesus Christ.

“Now, someone,” Gian uttered, his jaw tensing with every word, “had better explain why my sons are acting like foolish boys in front of another organizationwhen I know they are aware of how to behave. Speak.”

“I told you,” Beni started to say.

“You didn’t even look for me,” Bene snapped.

Beni’s head whipped to the side, his gaze locking onto the mirrored stare of his twin. “What?”

“The club—that damn night, Beni.”

“Are you talking about the shoot—”