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He grinned. “I will find out who this motherfucker is. Then I'm going to kill him.”

I didn't respond as I took a sip of my coffee. My dad got up and went into the garage, leaving me with my thoughts. Matteo was good at covering his tracks and used multiple aliases, so I didn't think my dad would be able to link him to me. We didn't have any joint bills or accounts, he always gave me cash, and I was never involved in important business. There was nothing to tie us together.

My dad was stubborn, though. He was probably making calls trying to dig up information at that very moment.

I finished my coffee and sighed. My thoughts turned to Ford, and I wondered what he would do if he found out about Matteo. Would he be as pissed as my dad? Did he care about me enough to seek retribution?

I pushed the thoughts aside. I didn't want to even entertain the idea that Matteo would ever be back in my life in any way, and that included the people I cared about trying to find him. The last thing I needed was anyone getting hurt or killed because of me.

Later that day, Nina, Hannah, and I were at a bridal shop looking at dresses for the wedding.

“What do you think of this one?” Hannah asked.

I scrunched my face. “Too many ruffles.”

“Hey, I like ruffles,” Hannah defended, placing both hands on her hips defensively.

“I agree with Dee. I like ruffles, too, but there is such a thing as too much.”

Hannah deflated, huffing. “Fine. I'll try on the next one.”

As she went back into the dressing room, Nina asked, “So how's your forbidden biker?”

I shrugged, trying to play it off. “I don't know. Haven't seen him.”

Nina pinched me. “You dirty, dirty liar. I know he came to the casino looking for you yesterday.”

I rubbed my arm where she pinched me and frowned. “Okay, okay. We hooked up, but that was the last time.”

Nina smiled triumphantly. “Mm-hmm. Just like the time at the poker game was the last time. Keep telling yourself that.”

“I'm serious,” I hissed. “There's no way it can work without someone getting hurt, and I can't have that on my hands.”

“I'm sure that cock is nice in your hands, though.” She arched a brow and gave me a mischievous grin. “I caught a glimpse of it at the strip club that night, and let me just say, damn.”

I smacked her arm, then pointed a finger at her. “No. That's my dick. Don't even think about it.”

She raised her hands in surrender. “I know. I wouldn't do something like that to you. I'm just saying I don't know how you could give that up.”

Tell me about it.

“It's just dick,” I lied. “There are plenty out there. Plus, I need to focus on work and preparing for school.”

Nina nodded. “Good. Glad that's settled then.”

Hannah came out in the next gown, and my jaw dropped.

“Holy shit,” Nina blurted out.

Hannah had a huge smile on her face as she twirled around in the beautiful ball gown. It was off-white with a sweetheart neckline embroidered with intricate lace and rhinestones that covered the whole bodice. The bottom was like something out of a fairy tale with more lace and rhinestones.

“That's it,” I stated.

“You think?” Hannah asked, staring at herself in one of the full-length mirrors.

I nodded. “Definitely.”

“Hell yeah,” Nina agreed. “You look beautiful, Hannah.”

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