Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 112

Ezra

"I can explain." I hold my hands up, breath heavy.

Wren walks down the stairs at that moment, her eyes darting between us in confusion.

"Ray?" She calls softly. "What's going on?"

He scoffs. "I should be asking you, Wren? What the fuck is going on with you and Ezra?"

"Ray..."

"It's not what it looks like," I say. "It's not—"

"You fucked my sister."

"It isn't like that—"

"You lied to me." His fists clench and unclench as he stalks closer to me.

I take steps back, heart pounding in my ears, hammering in my chest.

"We were going to tell you," Wren blurts. "I swear, Ray. We were going to tell you tomorrow!"

"I love your sister," I confess.

He stiffens, face hardening even more than it was. The look he gives me burns, and I see the moment the rage takes over.

I brace myself just as his fists shoot out again, punching me. Somehow, this one is harder than the first.

"You piece of shit!" He hits me again.

And again.

And again.

"Ray stop! You're hurting him!" Wren screams but he doesn't stop.

His fists rain down my face, my chest, the injury on my arm. I trip over myself and fall to the ground. Still, it doesn't deter him.

And I take it.

God, I take it all.

Pain flares up my body, burning. Everywhere he hits aches, skin breaks, blood drips. I grunt, not hitting back.

I could never hit him back.

Not when I've messed up.

"I trusted you!" Hit. "I asked you over and over again." Punch. "You lied to me, you betrayed me!"

The last punch lands straight on my nose. Blood gushes out, thick and warm.

"I'm sorry," I sputter. "We were going to tell you."

He glares down at me, knuckles bruised and swollen. While I fold in on myself, staring up at him with blood coating my teeth and dripping down my face.

Wren rushes to me with tears streaming down her face, but before she can touch me, Ray holds her back.

"Get your things, Wren! We're leaving."

"Raymond. P-p-please—"

"I said get your fucking things!" He bellows.

She gives me a look and I manage a small shake of my head. "Go," I mouth.

Ray catches it. "God, I fucking hate you, Ezra. You went behind my back."

"We love each other Ray," Wren tries again but he just glares at her.

"If you don't get your things, I will drag you out of here without them. What's it gonna be?"

She chokes on a sob, and my heart squeezes watching her go up.

I sit up, wiping the blood from my nose with the back of my hand.

"Ray—"

"Don't fucking speak to me." He glowers. "There's nothing you're going to say right now that will stop me from hating you."

My stomach twists. "I'm sorry, man. I'm so fucking sorry, but we're not just sleeping together."

"I don't give a fuck what you're doing with my sister. You slept with her, you touched her when I specifically warned you. Not once, and not twice."

"I tried to stay away."

"You didn't try hard enough." His jaw flexes. "You're a fucking scum, Ezra. You've gotten what you wanted, haven't you? Stay away from my sister, hell, stay away from all of us."

My heart cracks open, a large gaping hole in its place.

"Please," I beg, clamping down on my jaw and quickly regretting it when it aches. "We wanted to tell you."

"You really think it'd have changed anything?"

"No. But—"

"But nothing! If you asked me before touching her, my answer would remain the same. No!"

I flinch.

"You're not good enough for her," he spits. "And you never will be."

"I know that." I stand. "I fucking know that, Ray. But fuck, I love her. She loves me, and—"

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long has this been going on?"

My throat closes, and so do my lips.

An angry brow lifts. "I asked you a fucking question."

Wren appears with a small bag, face red and blotchy. God, she's been crying up there.

I want to go to her. I want to gather her in my arms and tell her everything will be okay.

But I'm not so sure anymore.

Will we really be okay?

"F-four months," she replies quietly.

The breath leaves his lungs, eyes widening slightly. "Four months?"

I nod.

He shakes his head, disbelief spread across his face. "Fuck you, Ezra! I had so much trust in you...you are—were—my best friend."

"I'm still your best friend, Ray."

"No," he deadpans. "You're not. I wouldn't hurt you the way you've hurt me. I wouldn't go behind your back and break your trust for four fucking months."

"I'm sorry."

"You went to Minnesota, and you lied to me. Do you know what hurts most?" He asks, but none of us respond. "It's the fact that I asked you over and over again. I asked both of you!"

He whirls on Wren. "You used to tell me everything, Wren. That night on his birthday, I asked you and you lied. You both looked me in the eye and lied to my fucking face. I fucking apologized for the accusations, yet...yet you both played me for a fool."

"It wasn't like that. Tomorrow. That's when we were going to tell you. We've b-been planning to tell you, but so-so much has been going on."

"We didn't want you to find out this way," I add quietly.

"Look at all the pictures!" He sneers. "Right under my nose. This was happening right under my nose. On the days I trusted you, Ezra, trusted you to take care of my sister. Not knowing you were already—"

The words trail off, dying off on his lips.

"I'm sorry."

Those are the only words I can say. I have no excuse. Not even our love for each other can save us from Ray's wrath.

"You're a manwhore," he spits. "You're reckless, impulsive. You killed our dad, no remorse whatsoever. And you hid it all, kept it to yourself until you got caught. Just like you hid this, dragging my sister into your messed up shit."

"I'd never hurt your sister."

He scoffs. "You hurt people for a living. It's what you know how to do best. Of all the bikers in our MC, you're the least person that I'd give my sister to."

I inhale sharply, breath hitching.

Those words...they cut. Deeper than I thought. He's hurting, he doesn't mean those things.

At least that's what I try to tell myself.

"Ezra is the best thing to happen to me," Wren sobs. "He's taught me a lot, he's been—"

Raymond yanks her bag from her. "Go get in the car."

"P-please, Ray."

"Get in the goddamn car, Wren."

Wren looks back at me, sobbing quietly. I see the contemplation in her eyes. To go, or to stay. I can only mutter a small, encouraging smile.

Ray's upset. Now's not the time to explain. Not until he calms down.

"For what it's worth, Ray," I take a step closer to him. "I am so fucking sorry that you found out this way. But I'm not sorry for loving your sister. She's everything to me, and I mean, every single thing."

I would never apologize for loving Wren. Granted, the circumstance around was not the best, and I wish we went about things differently...but god, I love her.

Ray doesn't respond, instead he holds the door open for Wren as they both step out.

Watching her walk away from me, it rips my soul apart. Rips me the fuck apart.

And I hope it's only temporary.

I flinch when the door slams shut. The sound of Ray's engine sounds but I don't go to the window.

I stand, rooted to the spot.

Unable to move.

To breathe.

To think.

Then, my eyes land on her shoes by the door.

And for the first time in a long time... my eyes burn with tears, and...I let them fall.