Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 116

Ezra

I wince when Mrs Dee dabs the cut on my lip.

"I'm sorry." she sniffles as a tear falls from her eyes and drops on my knee.

"That's okay, it doesn't hurt so bad."

What a goddamn lie.

Lizzy shakes her head. "There's no need to be tough, VP. It's just us."

By 'just us', she means herself, Mrs Dee, Torch, and Clay.

They all just stare at me as Mrs Dee wraps me up one last time.

"Guys, I promise, I'm okay." My lips try and fail to form a smile because everything hurts.

It hurts to speak, to move,, hell, to even blink.

Mrs Dee said nothing's broken except my nose, but it feels like every bone has been crushed, every internal organ squeezed.

"Prez took it too far," Torch grumbles. "You're his VP, man. His best friend."

I shrug, grimacing at the pain that flares up my arms. "He's only protecting his sister. It's justified."

"Like hell it is," Clay snaps. "We've all seen how you've protected Wren, how you've taken care of her. And especially how you've been there for Ray. Honestly, this is messed up."

"Hey!" I frown. "We don't talk behind our president's back." I pause. Right, I'm no longer their VP, I'm not a part of this family anymore.

I clear my throat. "I meant you don't talk about your president like that."

Mrs Dee huffs. "You're still our VP, EJ. You're still my boy too. You'll always have us, we'll always be family."

"What's family when there's hostility? When there's an enemy?"

No one responds.

"He'll come around," Lizzy finally says. "He will. He was upset, and he lashed out. But he'll forgive you and put all this in the past."

I don't know that.

Raymond can hold a grudge.

But even if he forgives me, it doesn't guarantee that I'll get Wren back, or that he'd let me be with Wren.

"Maybe," I reply.

Right now, I just need some space away from all of this. I also need to hunt Tristan down, and find out who the fucking mole is.

With a grunt, I hand my car keys to Torch. "Please, I need you to drive me somewhere."

"How's your leg feeling?" Clay nods to me.

"Better. Thanks, but...I'll still need some help."

After all the beating Ray gave me, when he left with Wren, I had another episode with my legs.

Thank fuck, Wren wasn't there. It was bad, the worst I've had in a while.

I couldn't move for a solid twenty minutes, and god...everyone just stared helplessly at me as I writhed on the ground, groaning and grunting for it to pass.

Until it eventually did.

Lizzy hands me a shirt and I manage to put it on. Then, Torch and Clay stand on either side of me, helping me to my feet.

When Lizzy pops the door open, everyone at the other side of the door stand to their feet.

My brows pinch. "You're all still here?"

"We couldn't leave until we were sure you're okay," Donovan speaks and they nod in agreement.

Donovan.

The same Donovan that didn't move an inch to help when I was bleeding on the ground, the same Donovan who hasn't properly apologized for Wren getting hurt.

He wanted to make sure I was okay? What an utter load of bull.

There's something about him, and I'll find out.

Meanwhile, I force a smile on my face. "Thank you, everyone. I'm fine, heading out now."

"Will you be back?" A feminine voice shouts from the crowd.

My throat closes.

We all know the answer to that.

"Ezra Jax." Mrs Dee stands in front of me, eyes watery. "You've served this family relentlessly, and fiercely for years. You've been the best VP any MC could ask for. You've protected us, fought with and for us...and we w-wish y-you didn't h-have t-t-t..."

She chokes on her words and I pull her to my chest, inhaling her motherly scent.

The woman that wiped all my cuts and wounds before Wren came along. The woman that made sure we were all fed. The woman that put us in our goddamn places and was never afraid to reprimand us.

"I'm still here, Mrs Dee," I whisper, squeezing her tight even though it hurts my wounds. But it's what she needs. "Yes, you won't see me often but I'll always be a call away. Hell, even a text away."

Her tears soak through my shirt and her shoulders rack with sobs.

God, this is horrible.

My chest is tight, eyes and nose stinging with tears that I fight to hold back.

When I raise my head to inhale deeply, to gather myself, Lizzy joins the hug. And soon enough, everyone piles onto the hug.

It would be foolishness to think everyone here likes me, but the few that do...it means a lot.

A whole fucking lot.

"Alright, alright, breathing room, please," Torch announces and the crowd disperses.

"I'll see you all soon," I say, my voice audible enough. "Please, don't be a stranger. Call me, text me, I'll aways show up."

A few sniffles and sobs ring out, but Torch and Clay help me out of the crowd and out of the clubhouse.

The walk is both excruciating and nostalgic. I don't look back, I can't look back.

Because I know they are all out there, watching me. I can't say goodbye, not yet. And even though it was in the plans to one day leave the MC, it was never to leave like this.

Humiliated, broken...forced out of the gang like an outcast.

But it's fine. I get it.

Ray had to do what he had to do. He shouldn't spare me because I'm his VP, he should'nt have to spare me because I'm his best friend—was, his best friend.

A thick lump settles in my throat and I swallow it, getting into the car with their help.

"I'll always call you, VP!" Clay says, firmly.

I smile. "I'll always look forward to it."

And he shuts my door.

As Torch rounds the car, I see Lizzy and Mrs Dee. They're holding themselves.

You'd think someone just died, but I understand their grief. I'm grieving too.

It feels like I've lost everything. My best friend, my family, my friends, and Wren.

The engine revs and as Torch backs out of the driveway, I see them waving through the mirror. But I don't wave back.

Instead, I rip my eyes away and look out front, jaw tight while I fight the tears in my eyes and the tightness in my chest.

"Where to, VP?"

God, I wish they'd stop calling me that.

"My place, please."

For almost three hours I've been in my room, staring into space with my bag packed and by my feet.

Torch is somewhere downstairs, waiting. Or sleeping.

But it's the first time I've been up here since Ray came. It's the first time being thoroughly surrounded by Wren's things.

God, just few hours ago we were cuddled up on this very bed, talking about all the ways I'd kill Tristan.

Just few hours ago she was smiling down at me like I'm her knight in shining armor. If only we knew...that everything would be ripped from us in a second.

I swallow thickly, my hands trembling in my lap. The room smells like her, and somehow, my mind thinks this is the best time to rehash every conversation, every kiss, every touch of our skin on this bed.

Everywhere I look, I see her makeup, strands of her hair, her headbands...I just see her.

What would I do without her? Where would I...I'm interrupted by a knock on the door, and Torch pokes his head in.

"Hey," he says softly.

I pinch my lips together, and shoot to my feet. "I'm sorry to keep you waiting—"

"Your phone's been going off."

Wren's smiling face looks up at me from the wallpaper on my phone. For a moment, I just go blank.

The phone vibrates in my hands, but I can't bring myself to answer the call. I don't even know who is calling.

All I see is her wide smile, bright eyes...and the memory behind this picture.

"Ezra?" Torch taps me, jerking me out if it.

"Right. Sorry."

I shake my head and answer the call.

"Hey, Ezra."

Quincy.

Is she in trouble?

"Hey. Is everything o—"

"I'm fine," she replies, voice low, tired. "I just wanted to tell you, baby girl's here. You have a niece now...Uncle EJ."

My eyes water. "R-really?"

"Really."

"That's...wow. C-congratulations, Quin."

"Thank you. We hope that..." she croaks, "–that you visit soon."

A shaky breath leaves my lips. "I d-don't think Ray would...like that."

"Ezra..."

"I'm so fucking proud of you, okay?" I blink back my tears, but god, it's so fucking hard. They don't fucking go back. "You're going to be an amazing mother."

"And you're going to be a great uncle."

My jaw tightens. "Does Ray know you're calling?"

She doesn't reply and that's all the answer I need.

I fold my lips together and breathe. "Do me a favour, Quin."

"Anything."

"Tell Wren I'm not giving up on us. I j-just need to recover, but I've not given up," I tell her. "And please, don't let her cry too much. She can be such a baby...sometimes." I chuckle at that.

She sniffles. "Tell her yourself, Ezra."

"You know I can't do that." My smile is bitter. "Take care of my niece, take care of yourself, take care of Wren, and take care of...Ray. He loves you very much."

"P-please, you guys should—"

"Bye Quin. Be good."

"Ez—"

I hang up and squeeze my eyes shut.

"Let's head over to my sister's place," I tell Torch, and grab my bag.

He just stares helplessly at me. "VP..."

I push past him and head down the stairs, ignoring all the muscles in my body that protest.

I have a niece now.

A niece that...I might not get to meet.