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Done.

Fuck this.

I stride back into the building and cross the entrance foyer.

Quick little steps follow me. “Diesel?”

It’s Symphony.

I can’t give a fuck about her, either. She’s with Bailey, who just married Rhett, who is part of the whole damn problem. If I keep her, I’m keeping them all.

I push out the front door and into the parking lot. Old-fashioned lamps spread a yellow glow across the cars.

“Diesel!” Her voice is a shriek.

Jesus Christ. I walk over to my bike and snatch my helmet off the back.

When I throw my leg over the seat, she’s there, jerking on my arm.

“Why do you hate them so much?” she cries.

I flip the key and snatch the clutch. “Because they are motherfuckers who can’t stay out of my goddamn business.”

“So, you’re leaving?”

I hesitate, hand on the throttle. Symphony stands here, the wind blowing her hair all around, the pink skirt lifting into a bell like the Barbie cake doll one of my sisters had for a birthday decades ago.

I don’t want to abandon her. She was the only thing about this fucking expedition worth a damn.

“Come with me,” I tell her. “We’ll get drunk at the Leaky Skull, and I’ll make sure you have six more orgasms before you pass out.”

Her gaze holds mine. She’s thinking about it, and my dick starts recovering from the rage over my asshole family.

“It’s an excellent offer,” she says. “But I can’t leave my best friend’s wedding. You did what you said you would. You came. You sat with us.” She gives a shy smile. “The orgasm was a bonus.”

Well, damn. “You know where I am if you are up for more of what we started.” I stomp the kick-start, and the engine roars.

Symphony steps back, holding her hair down. She looks lost and a little forlorn. Not how I wanted this to end.

But fuck it. I’m out.

I roll away from her, then dart forward.

But even as I leave the parking lot behind, I can see her in my mirror. She stands there watching me go, a small patch of pink in the dark.

CHAPTER 11

SYMPHONY

Ihave one hell of a wedding hangover.

After Diesel took off, I was big mad at everyone.

Bailey for cockblocking me with hercockpounding.

The whole Pickle family for pissing Diesel off enough that he left.

The wedding for lasting too long. The band for playing sentimental stuff that made me feel worse.

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