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“That boy hasn’t changed one bit, has he? Loyal as ever,” Ode murmurs with sincerity, eyeing my makeup with a satisfied grin. “You’re as beautiful as ever, bitch. I can’t believe…” She turns away, putting a hand to her lips.

“Don’t you start,” Olivia sniffles, swiping a hand under her nose. “Every time you start the waterworks, mine starts.”

“Nobody start!” Rocco sniffles, wiping under his eyes.

“Can’t help it,” Ode says through a quivering voice. “I never thought my girl would walk down the aisle after what they did. And now look at her, she’s getting four dicks for the price of one,” she wails, covering her face with her hands.

“Please don’t cry. You’ll make me cry, and then my makeup will be ruined for the wedding.” Emotions sit in the back of my throat, burning my damn eyes.

“None of that,” Ode says, shaking her head and wiping her eyes. “We’ve got to get you down that aisle and married before they fuck up again.”

Olivia snorts. “Oh, they’ll fuck up a lot, Riv. But that’s the joy of marriage,” she says wistfully, looking out the window of the bathroom. She swallows hard, watching the movements of the men outside, working together as they put my flower arch into the sand.

I couldn’t have dreamed of a better place to get married than the sands behind my home, under the sparkling stars and moonlight. Even though I was once terrified after Van’s invasion to resume living here, I’m not anymore. This is my home. Or will be for the next few months. Just a hundred feet away on two acres of my property, the boys and I are building our dream home. Fit with six bedrooms, four baths, a basement with a recording studio, and room to grow.

As the day progresses and the sun goes down, everyone clears out to get ready for the wedding. Olivia, Kaycee, and Ode get into their dresses for the ceremony. And Rocco leaves to put his suit on.

Our ceremony is simple. Just the five of us standing under the arch. No bridesmaids or groomsmen. We wanted something where people could just come and watch with their families and celebrate with us.

“Love you, Riv. I’m so happy they came around, and you guys were able to fix this,” Olivia says, kissing my cheek. “I’m so happy for you.” She grins, stepping out of my house, and takes a seat with the audience.

“Show ‘em hell, bitch. Don’t let those assholes get one over on you,” Ode says with a wink, heading out to sit next to Olivia.

“If you ever need assistance. You know who to call,” Kaycee says, cocking her head to the side. “But I have a feeling you’re used to this.”

“Just as used to it as you are, Angel,” Seger says, sauntering into the bathroom with a cocky grin. He stops short, throwing his arm over Kaycee’s shoulders and nods. “Wow. You clean up good, Sis. They’re all ready for you. It’s not too late to run, though,” he quips, kissing Kaycee’s head with affection.

“Like I wanted to run from you?” she asks, raising a brow when his face falls.

“You’d never, Angel…” he trails off, wrinkling his nose. “Would you?”

“She wouldn’t,” Zepp says, coming to stand beside me. “You look beautiful, Riv. Congrats on the big day.”

I sniffle, leaning in to hug him. “Thanks, guys. For being here and for walking me down the aisle.”

“What’re big brothers for? Besides, Dad isn’t here. We’re the next best thing,” Seger says.

“Well, shall we?” Zepp asks, gesturing toward the back sliding doors.

I nod.

“I’ll be out there. You’re gorgeous,” Kaycee compliments before scurrying off out the door and taking a seat next to Chase and Carter, her other husbands. Leaving me alone with my two brothers, who are about to walk me down the aisle, giving me over to the four men I’ve loved, hated, and loved again.

“Seriously. It’s not too late,” Seger murmurs, offering me his elbow.

I snort. “What if I want to marry them? Hmm?” I hum, maneuvering my long, white dress as we take a few steps. It swishes with every movement I make, slightly sparkling under the living room lights.

“We’re so happy for you,” Zepp says with a grin, reaching for the back sliding glass door, but stops. “And proud, Riv. You’ve come a long way. You’ve worked hard. Been an amazing mother…”

“And sister,” Seger interrupts. “You’re fucking amazing, Riv. And I gotta say, they’ve really helped you shine these past six months since they quit. They’ve gone from cocky assholes to fucking amazing dudes.”

I smile, peeking out the glass door at the four men who’ve stolen my heart standing under the flower arch. Tight suits fit against their bodies, showing off their toned muscles.

Since they quit their contract, they’ve really thrived within the music industry. Rad and Callum have turned into amazing West Records talent scouts, hitting all the small venues in afifty-mile radius. Callum’s eye for stardom and Rad’s easy-going personality has drawn in some amazing talent.

Kieran has stepped up as my assistant, since Kat had to take some time off to regain herself emotionally and hasn’t been back since. Rocco keeps me updated on her whereabouts and how she’s holding up. Day by day, she’s healing from the trauma Van put her through.

And Asher? Well, he’s anointed himself as a stay-at-home father, soaking up all the love Lyric has to give him while we all work. He takes care of the laundry. Cooks us elaborate dinners, fit with appetizers and desserts. He makes sure all the housework is done and manages Lyric’s school pick-up schedule. He’s helped Camilla get used to her new life with us and not Gloria. Although, for the most part, she’s opted to continue living at the prep school during the school year and will stay with us during the summer.