Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 115

Wren

"You're going to kill him!" I wail. "Ray, stop! Please, somebody stop him!"

Ray hits him, over and over.

I can hardly see through the tears spilling down my cheeks. My heart is in my throat, snort drips down my nose.

I struggle, god, I struggle beneath Lizzy and Mrs Dee's grip. "Please, Liz. P-please...please..."

I don't know what I'm begging for, but I'm begging. For Ray to stop, for Lizzy and Mrs Dee to let me go...for someone to stop Ray from killing Ezra.

It goes on for what feels like hours. The sound of flesh pounding on flesh is loud. I hear Ezra's grunt and groans from the feet apart, I see the blood that covers his face.

And I can't stop crying. My heart squeezes in my chest, my hands ache from struggling against their grip.

"Raymond!!!" I shriek. "Raymond, please! I'm begging you, I'm b-begging you!"

My cries fall on deaf ears. The rough sand digs into my knees, I can feel the skin breaking.

Punch after punch.

Hit after hit.

Heartbreaking sobs pull from my lips, as I stare helplessly.

Ray drags Ezra up by his vest, and with a knife, he cuts it down the middle. It rips from his body, and I have to hold my breath as I watch.

"You're going to cut him!" I shout.

Ray shoots me a glare, and goes back to cutting the vest off him. The blade doesn't nick him, thankfully, but his chest...God...Welts have already formed all over his chest, stomach and back. His hair is matted to his forehead.

And after the vest is cut off his body, Ray takes a step back, and Ezra falls back to the ground.

"Get me the alcohol, Donovan."

Donovan dashes in and out of the house with a bottle whiskey, and hands it to Ray.

Ray uncorks it, takes a swig. "This is a warning to every single one of you that thinks you can mess around with me or my family! No matter who you you are, no matter your rank...I will find you. And next time, I won't be fucking nice. Hell, I will kill you!"

The whole yard is quiet except for my sobs, my wails.

In this moment, I see that Ezra was right. I've always thought Ezra was worse than my brother when it comes to violence...but now, not anymore.

Ezra would never hit Ray like this. No matter what Ray did. Ezra would never humiliate Ray in front of this many people.

He'd never.

I look at my brother, and I wonder if I ever really knew him.

And then, he tips the bottle of drink over Ezra. Lizzy and Mrs Dee's hold slackens and I take the opportunity.

I shove out of their grip and run. They don't bother chasing after me. And I'm so grateful for that.

My knees tremble, my whole body trembles as I cross the short distance toward Ezra, collapsing beside him just as Ray rains down the alcohol on us.

My hands cup Ezra's face, and I sob. "B-baby...I'm so sorry, g-god..."

He groans, face contorting in pain. "Go," he croaks.

The bruises and blood are worse than I thought, I'm so scared to touch him. I don't want to hurt him more.

"No." I shake my head, my tears falling down on his chest. "I...I am s-so sorry, baby. I—"

I'm yanked away from him by Ray.

"Let me go!" I thrash in his grip. "You've done enough! Look what you did! You've...you've...let me go!!!"

He doesn't listen. He tugs me away from Ezra. My throat is raw and sore, eyes aching but I don't stop screaming, I don't stop crying.

"Ezra!" I shout. "Baby!!!"

His gray eyes find mine across the yard and my heart stops, the breath hitching in my throat.

"I love you," he mouths. "I'm fine."

And my heart breaks.

The distance grows longer between us, and when I look at Lizzy, she gives me a small nod and heads toward him.

As if they were waiting for the first move, everyone rushes up to Ezra. Torch and Clay, Lizzy and Mrs Dee, Kendall.

But not Donovan.

He just stands in the distance, staring at the fuss over Ezra.

I don't question it.

Ezra's going to be fine. I chant those words over and over in my mind. And I let myself be pulled but my eyes don't leave Ezra's frame.

Not when Ray puts me in the car and not when he pulls out of the driveway. I stare out of the car until the yard is nothing but a dot in the distance.

Ray and I don't speak. The car is thick with tension, silence, as hot tears still spill from my eyes, and I press my lips together not to make a sound.

If I had to describe the worst day of my life, this...this would be it.

Quincy's eyes widen when she sees me.

"Jesus, Wren...what happened?" She scrambles to her feet, a protective hand around her belly.

My jaw flexes. "Your boyfriend called me to the clubhouse to watch him humiliate Ezra. To watch him beat and strip Ezra of his cut in front of the whole MC! That's what happened!"

She flinches, speechless.

Ray walks in, breath heavy and he takes a seat at the dining table, eyes red-rimmed.

"Wren..." Quincy says quietly. "I'm so sorry."

I march toward Ray, glaring at him. "Are you happy?"

He doesn't reply.

"You've humiliated him, you've hit him, destroyed his face and torso...are you fucking happy?"

Still, no response.

"Answer me!"

"Go to your room, Wren," he mutters dryly.

I shake my head in disgust, disbelief... disappointment. "I begged you, Raymond. I begged you to stop, I—"

The words get stuck in my throat, eyes stinging with fresh wave of tears.

With the way I cried all the way here, it's surprising I still have tears left to cry.

"He's your best friend! He fucking loved you, and you hurt him?" I spit. "You treated him like he's just some other guy. He would never...never treat you like that, no matter what."

"I won't ask you again, Wren. Go to your—"

"No! You will not order me around! Not after the horrible shit you pulled! Do you know how I feel? Even if you had to do that, you let me watch? You ripped my heart out the more you hit him, the more I watched you hurt him!"

"It had to be done!" He bellows. "I am hurt too! Are you both the only ones allowed to be hurt? Huh? Is that it? My best friend sleeps with my little sister and I should just take it?!"

"We could've talked about—"

"I do not want to talk about it! I do not want to listen to some bullshit about how you love each other!"

I stiffen, stumbling back.

My head bobs slowly. "I see. You don't want me to fall in love, to get married...to have kids. I guess you're the only one allowed to do that, right?"

"You're allowed to fall in love and get married, Wren," he sighs. "Not just to Ezra."

"W-why?" My lips tremble.

"He's not good enough for you."

"Why, Ray? Why isn't he good enough for me?"

His jaw is tight, eyes haunted. "I don't trust him."

"What?" The air leaves my lungs. "You trust him to take care of me, to protect me...but you don't trust him to love me? Date me?"

"Wren..."

"I don't understand it."

"Wren..."

"No, Ray! I don't fucking get it!" I grit out. "Explain to me how that makes sense!"

"Ezra's a ticking time bomb, Wren!" He pushes to his feet, towering over me. "Especially when it comes to the people he loves. He would do anything, and I mean, anything to protect the people he loves. No matter how illegal, no matter how horrible!"

My eyes widen, heart pounding. "H-how is th-that a bad thing?"

"His love is fierce. He's hard-headed, impulsive, and acts before he fucking thinks! You have no idea how many times I've bailed him out of jail, how many times I've had to cover up his stupid ass when he hurts someone he shouldn't have all because of a threat towards his family, his loved ones."

"I'm not following."

"He will kill for you, Wren. He will hurt anyone that even breathes wrongly in your direction. Can you live with that? Knowing that one wrong move and he'll hurt the wrong person, who'd end up killing him, putting him in jail for a long time?"

I swallow thickly, understanding slowly creeping into my mind.

"Can you live knowing that he's got a lot of enemies? That he'd forever be a target? And that one day, he may not come home?"

"He's not..he's not going to die."

"You don't fucking know that! You don't know half the things that goes on in this MC, you don't know the people he's wronged, the lives he's taken...you don't! Which is why I can't let you be with someone who has that many targets on their back."

A tear falls from my eyes and I sag onto the chair, staring up at my brother.

"If you get with Ezra, you're as much a target as he is. And I can't...I won't lose you both. You're dangerous for each other, so fucking dangerous."

"R-Ray..." I choke on a sob. "You still didn't have to hurt him that way."

"It's the only way he'd stay away from you. At least for a while."

I clutch my chest, the ache spreading across my body. "W-what am I g-going to do? I c-can't...god, I c-can't, Ray."

"I'm sorry." He takes a small step toward me, and when I don't recoil, his hand brushes my hair. "I'm so sorry, Chirp."

That nickname undoes me.

It wrecks me, ruins me.

My mind spins, heart racing a thousand miles a minute. I understand it, I get Ray's point of view. I do.

But..."Urm, guys?" Quincy clears her throat, and I sniffle. Both of us turn to her. "I'm sorry to interrupt, b-but I think we have a situation."

She looks down and we follow her gaze to the puddle of water between her feet.

My jaw slacks, and Ray stiffens.

"Is..is it..."

She nods. "Yes. The baby is coming."