Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 113

Wren

"I can't believe you, Wren!" Ray pulls into the driveway.

"You had no right, Ray! No right!" I get out of the car, slamming the door shut as I march into the house.

He's right behind me, fuming. "Of all people? Ezra? That man is thirty-three! He's older than you by a decade!"

"I'm twenty four!"

"It doesn't change anything!" The door flings open. "You will not see him again. I won't allow it."

I whirl on him, glaring through blurry vision. "You are not my dad, Raymond. Stop dictating my life!"

"I'm the closest thing you have to a dad. What the fuck, Wren? You lied to me! You wanted to pick a fight with me when I asked, meanwhile you were lying all along? Can you see what a bad influence he is on you?"

"Ezra's not a bad influence. He's the love of my life!" I scream. "I love that man. He's been nothing but the best, in every way, and in every thing!"

"You know nothing about love. You were in love with Tristan, nearly got married to a man that would raise his hands on you. And now, Ezra?"

"He's your best friend but you don't know him. You don't know how selfless he is, how amazing—"

"What I know is that he's a motherfucking liar, a betrayer, a fucking piece of shit! Scum!" He spits, eyes hard. "Whatever you think you feel for him, you better kill it. Because I won't let it thrive!"

My lips quiver. "I hate you!" My chest heaves. "I h-hate you so much right now. You have no idea...no fucking clue what we've been through. God, we tried to tell you, we knew you'd react this way...."

"You knew but you still went ahead to fuck each other...repeatedly!"

"And we're so fucking sorry," my voice cracks. "But you can't stop us from loving each other. From being together, Raymond! That's just cruel."

He gets in my face. "Watch me."

Footsteps round the corner and Quincy appears. She takes both of us in, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"What's with the yelling?" She asks softly. "Wren? Babe?"

A tear falls from my eyes.

"Ezra and Wren have been fucking," Ray tells her, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Can you fucking believe it?"

Quincy closes her eyes briefly, and sighs. "Shit."

"You don't look so surprised."

"Babe..."

He blinks, then pauses.

Realization washes over his features and he nods once. "You knew."

It's not a question. Just a statement, point blank.

"Ray, babe..."

He scoffs. "Wow. I feel like such a fool. You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"It wasn't my place," she says.

"Wren is my baby sister, and it wasn't your place? She's been sleeping with Ezra for months, and it wasn't your place to let me know?"

No one says anything, and I hate that we've dragged Quincy into this. She looks over at me, shaking her head in disappointment.

More tears stream down my face, my heart squeezing in my chest.

It hurts to breathe.

Ray pushes past us, and stops abruptly. "You all don't know what it feels like to be stabbed in the back by the people you love. It would have been different if I didn't ask...god, I asked you too, Quincy."

"Babe, come on," she tries, taking a step toward him.

"Don't." He flinches. "You three have hurt me. Ezra's the worst one because I warned him."

"He didn't want to," I sob. "He never wanted to be with me that way, always talking about you—"

"But you seduced him huh?" He taunts. "Wren the vixen, am I right?"

Salty tears fall into my mouth when I press my lips together, not replying to that.

"We didn't mean to hurt you," Quincy says quietly.

"But you did. All of you! And...and..." he exhales, shakes his head and storms into the hallway.

Quincy gathers me in her arms before I crumple to the ground, and I weep.

God, I cry so much and so hard.

The tears are never ending, they rush out of me in waves.

"We were g-going to t-tell him, Quincy," I cry. "We were going to tell him tomorrow. We wanted to today, b-but the m-mole situation...we were ready."

"Shush, it's okay. I know, I believe you."

"I didn't w-want him to f-find out this way."

She rubs my back. "None of us did."

"He b-beat up Ezra."

I can't take Ezra's bloody face out of my mind. I stood there and couldn't do anything, couldn't go to him.

Who's going to clean him up? It's my job. I always clean him up, I always wrap his wounds, I always...god, this hurts.

It feels like there's a hand in my chest, fisting my heart completely.

"He h-hates us," I say. "He hates Ezra...his best friend."

She leads me to a chair and we sit as she holds me again. "He doesn't. He's upset and he'll come around."

"I can't choose between Ezra and Ray...my boyfriend and my brother. I can't, Quincy."

"No one is asking you to choose. Breathe, Wren."

"I love him. I love Ezra, we love each other."

I hiccup, clutching her so tight despite the barrier of her belly. My tears soak her sleeves, snort dripping down my nose.

We were supposed to talk about babies and marriage. We were supposed to talk about our future.

And now...this.

Heavy footsteps and the sound of keys jingling cause us to look up. Ray strides out, shrugging a jacket on.

Quincy frowns. "Where are you going, babe?"

"Out."

"Ray, I don't think you—"

He glowers. "I need space...from all of you."

"Baby..."

"Don't beg him," I tell Quincy, glaring at Ray. "He can leave if he wants to."

His jaw flexes. "Look at you, being as insensitive as Ezra. He's rubbed off on you, and I take full responsibility. I wish I never let you stay with him."

"Leave, Raymond!" I scream. "I don't care! I need space from you too. Just go!"

He shakes his head and walks out, the door slamming shut behind him.

Quincy stares at the door then at me. "Wren, honey..."

"Don't tell me I should not have spoken to him like that. I don't want to hear it!"

Her hands raise in surrender. "I'm not. I'm just saying you're giving him a hard time. He's hurting."

"I'm having a hard time, Quincy!" I stand, and scoff. "I'm fucking hurting too! Ezra's in his home, bruised and bleeding because Raymond hit him. And to think he was just taking care of me after Tristan nearly killed me."

"What?" She blanches.

"Yeah! My stupid brother doesn't even give a shit! All he cares about is Ezra betraying him, but Ezra has been there for me more than Ray has. He has taken care of me, and he has fucking kept me alive!"

"Tristan is alive? How?" She gapes.

"Fucking beats me!" I hike my carry-on over my shoulders. "I'm just so tired, Quincy. My brothers gets to find love, start a family and me? I should just be there? Unloved? Unwanted?"

"That's not true, Wren. He's just—we've all caught him by surprise."

"I don't care. I just want Ezra." My voice drops. "I want to be happy with Ezra."

"Come." She takes my hand. "Let's get you to bed. You need to rest."

All the adrenaline leaves me, and I follow slowly behind her to my room. All the anger, the emotions...they leave except for the pain.

The hurt only grows. Spreading wider and wider across my chest, like a virus.

We lay on the bed, and I face the wall while she settles behind me. Her fingers brush my hair, and she hums a tune in the quiet space.

A very sad tune that causes tears to leak from my eyes, soaking the pillows.

My phone stays beside me. No text. No call. Nothing.

I can't imagine what Ezra is feeling. How alone he feels.

Is he regretting everything? I mean, he never wanted to cross that line with me...does he regret it now?

Did I push too far and too hard?

When all this is said and done and we're no longer together...would it be my fault?

All those questions plague my mind, haunting my soul. No answers come to mind, nothing comes to mind.

When my phone lights up and I see his grinning face on my wallpaper, I sob harder. Gut-wrenching sobs that rack my whole body.

Quincy stays humming, but she holds me tighter.

I miss him. God, I do.

And then my phone rings.

Quincy grabs it for me. "It's Ray."

"Don't answer it."

She ignores me, pushing the green button and punching the speaker.

"Get dressed, Wren." His voice comes in cold, curt. "I'm coming to pick you up...we're heading to the clubhouse."