Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 114

Ezra

I sit in my car at the clubhouse yard, staring at the text Ray sent.

Ray: Be at the clubhouse in an hour. Bring your VP vest.

My stomach churns because I know what this is. God, Ray, please.

A lump settles in my throat, and I stare out at the yard. Everyone's already gathered, music thumping loudly as they giggle and chatter.

They don't know what's about to happen. They don't know...my throat closes up.

I push the door open and step out, marching down the yard.

"Yo! VP!" Someone shouts, but I don't reply.

I need a fucking drink.

My mind is a mess, thoughts spinning out of control. I make a beeline straight to the bar once I step in, and I'm thankful Lizzy isn't here.

I grab a glass, and on a second thought, I decide against it. The bottle will do.

As I take a swig, I see Donovan.

The stupid fucker I asked to pick Wren up.

He's striding down the stairs, typing on his phone.

"Donovan!" I don't yell, but my voice carries in the empty space and he stops in his tracks.

His jaw ticks, and he saunters toward me. "VP!" He nods.

I take another swig, enjoying the burn that slides down my throat. "Where were you?"

"What?"

"Where the fuck were you? I asked you to pick Wren up and bring her to the clubhouse, and you didn't fucking show up."

"Oh." He breathes. "I am so sorry, man. My mom needed me so I had to make a quick detour."

"And you didn't bother to tell me?"

"It was unexpected and I was in a rush."

I pause.

A sneer curls my lips and I size him up, towering over him. "You were in a rush while Wren was harassed in my home? Is that what we fucking pay you to do?"

"I said I'm sorry."

I fist the collar of his shirt, getting in his face. "Sorry is not going to cut it. She could've died!"

"When I stopped by after a while, I swear, no one was home."

Yes, because I fucking left the house that threatened to suffocate me.

"Because I went home! I went home and saved her life from stupid Tristan!"

His eyes widen. "Tristan? He's alive?"

I don't know if it's just me but I hear an undertone of sarcasm. But, I brush it off.

"Fuck you, Donovan," I seethe, pushing him off. "You and Tristan are going to get the fucking beating you deserve because that fuck twat laid a hand on Wren."

I will break his fingers, one by one. He's going to scream, and I will relish in it. The beating I gave him back in Seattle will not compare to what I'll do to him.

"Jesus man, I'm so sorry. I should've told you, said something." He runs a hand through his hair. "Whatever punishment you give me, I'll accept it."

My brows pinch, and I step back.

That's sarcasm. Especially the last statement. The way he says it, carelessly, no remorse in his tone. There's an air of arrogance around the way he stands, speaks, and even fucking looks at me.

"Fuck off." My jaw tightens.

I'm not in the fucking mood to dissect his behavior. Right now, I have a whole lot on my plate.

Torch walks in a moment later as Donovan walks out.

"Everyone—oh, it's just you VP-" he grins. "Prez is here. He wants everyone at the yard."

My heart dips to my stomach, and I exhale heavily.

"Okay."

"Do you know what this is about?"

I look at him, for a long second, then I take another swig of my drink.

"Whatever he asks any of you to do," I begin, "–do it. No matter what."

"Huh? We always do what he says. What you both say."

"He's your president. And...fuck, just do what he says. Even if it means hurting me."

With that, I walk off, the bottle swinging in my grip.

I hear his footsteps behind me, slow and steady.

All the music is turned off. Not a single sound is heard. It's packed with everyone, men and women, both old and new bikers with their wives and ladies.

The closer I get to the gathering, the heavier my feet feels. The vest on my shoulders threaten to sink me into the ground.

And then, I see her.

Wren!

She's standing beside Ray in the center, his grip on her wrist is firm enough to keep her in place.

Our eyes lock together, and something in me gapes. My heart kick starts, air rushes into my lungs.

Just looking at her, I can finally breathe.

Her lips wobble, and I shake my head gently, eyes softening.

Don't cry, sweetheart, don't cry.

Her eyes search mine frantically from the distance. I see all the questions in her gaze.

What's Ray doing? What's going on? Why are we here?

I can't answer any. All I do is push the bottle to my lips, and gulp it down.

Fuck!

"Lizzy, Mrs Dee!" Ray calls and they pop out from the crowd. "Take Wren," he says. "Hold her, no matter what."

Wren frowns. "What? H-hold me? What's going on, Ray?"

He doesn't reply, instead nods at the confused women and they gently take Wren, pulling her just a distance aside.

"Ray!" Wren shouts. "Whatever you're planning, you better not do it!"

Her eyes are hard, blazing!

My firecracker. My stubborn woman.

Chatters resume slightly, everyone wondering what is going on. I bet they've already put it together that this is not a meeting targeted at Reggie and his crew.

This is an indoor event.

One that's about to surprise them.

I clutch the whiskey bottle tight, the only thing grounding me right now as I stand opposite Ray.

It's the first time since we've known each other—since I became his VP, that I'm not at his side.

And it's enough to raise questions, suspicions.

"Quiet!" Ray orders and everyone shuts the fuck up. My heart thunks. "In this clubhouse there are rules, a lot of rules. Both spoken and unspoken. One of them is...don't mess around with my little sister. Is that right?"

No one replies. The smart ones put two and two together and when I meet Lizzy's gaze, her jaw drops.

I look away.

"I warned every single man personally in this MC. One fucking instruction...do not fucking touch my sister! And the one person to break that rule, cross that line..."

My feet take me closer to him. "Ray, please...we can do this privately."

He ignores me.

"My VP! My best friend, Ezra Jax, slept with my little sister, Wren!"

Gasps echo across the space, murmurs quickly rising.

It's out there.

The reason for this gathering.

My head bows in shame. "Ray, please..."

"Raymond!" Wren yells. "Come on! P-please."

Her voice cracks, and my heart cracks too.

"Today, Ezra Jax will cease...to be...my VP, or my best friend! He will cease to mean anything to me, or to this MC!"

Sharp intakes of breath, quietness. There's no more murmurs, almost like everyone is holding their breath.

Meanwhile, the breath leaves me in a whoosh, and the bottle falls to the ground. I shove my shaky hands into my pockets.

I don't look at Wren, I don't look at anyone except Ray. But he rips his gaze from me, mouth hard.

"Torch and Clay!" He shouts. They stride helplessly across the yard toward us.

"EJ, fuck man," Torch murmurs as he passes. I don't respond.

I can't even say anything. What exactly would I say? Ray's mind is made up...and there's no changing it.

"If you all didn't realize, we're stripping Ezra of his MC vest! He's no longer a part of this club, in any way!" Ray announces, cracking his knuckles.

Then he sneers at me. "Anything you want to say before this, fucking traitor?"

"I am sorry, Ray, for going behind your back, for breaking you trust," I say, and I mean it. "I am so fucking sorry that I'm in love with your sister, and I can't...and I won't stop."

I take a deep breath. "You can call me all the names in the world, Ray. You can strip me of my cut, you can hate me. But I'll never hate you, and I'll never stop loving Wren. She's everything to me—"

He slaps me hard across face, and I squeeze my eyes shut.

"I love your sister, Ray. I want to spend my life with her, I want—"

He strikes me again, glowering.

"Torch, Clay...hold him down!"

"No!" Wren screams. "Ray, please! Please!"

Torch and Clay don't move. How would they hold their VP down to be beaten by their president, stripped in the most humiliating way of his cut?

But I nod at both of them.

'It's fine.' That's what the nod means. 'Listen to your president.'

"Do I fucking have to repeat myself?" Ray scowls, jaw clenched.

I see the moment they make up their mind.

And they tackle me to the ground, holding me in place.

I don't fight it. I have no fight to give.

Because I knew what I was getting into before I got with Wren, before I left myself fall for her. I knew that when push comes to shove, this will be how it ends.

But I don't regret it. Not one bit.

And when Ray hovers above me, I know that it's worth it. I told Wren once that I wouldn't be beat up by Ray for nothing. And I meant it.

Right now, Ray's going to beat me up, he's going to ruin me...and though I deserve it, it's still worth it. Because I'm fucking in love with Wren Carlisle.

And I won't stop.

Ray throws the first punch, and I hear a crack on my nose.

Pain flares up my face, adding to the injuries he left earlier. My whole face feels on fire.

"Ray!!!" Wren's scream pierce through the fog in my mind. "Ray stop! Please!"

With the last strength I have, I turn my head in the direction of her voice and I see her.

She's struggling against Lizzy and Mrs Dee's grip, tears streaming down her face as she begs Ray to stop, trying to get to me.

Oh, my pretty girl.

I wish you didn't have to see me like this.

Ray's feet come down hard on my chest, knocking the breath out of me. I sputter, coughing up blood.

And Wren drops to her knees...and screams.