Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 123

Ezra

I've barely settled back in the house when my phone lights up with a text.

My brows pinch together when I see it's from Wren.

Pretty Girl: Hi, babe. I've gotten home safe.

A perfect string of text.

From...Wren?

Plus, it's way too soon to get to Ray's. It's been what? Five minutes? Ten?

A bad feeling nags at the back of my mind but I shove it off. Maybe Quincy helped her type it out.

But she'd have indicated. She always does.

My stomach churns as I read the text over and over again.

"Fuck it," I mutter and punch down on the call button.

It goes straight to voicemail.

And that feeling intensifies, spreading across my chest and settling heavy on my shoulders. I try again...same thing.

Then, I begin to pace, dialing Quincy's number. She picks up immediately.

"Ezra!" Her harsh whisper comes in. "Where is Wren? I need to go to bed—"

I freeze. "She's not...there?"

"No. Wait...what do you mean?"

"She sent me a text few seconds ago that she's home. A perfect text, Quin. No fucking errors," I rush out. "I thought you sent the text from her phone. I've been calling and it's straight to voicemail. She left barely ten minutes ago!"

"Are you..." she inhales sharply. "Are you saying Wren is...missing?"

"Quincy..."

"Jesus Christ, Ezra! She's not here! She hasn't called me either—"

"Hey, hey. Let me track her location. Maybe her phone was taken? Or went off?"

"And she typed out a perfect text?!"

Panic grips me. Quincy's frantic scolding—even though she's whispering—sends a chill up my spine.

Wren is in danger. I can feel it. Something's happened.

"I'll track her phone," I say, rushing up the stairs to throw a shirt on. "Just, don't panic. I'll find her."

"Oh god, Ray's gonna kill me."

"Quincy, breathe."

"Don't tell me to breathe," she snaps. "When Donovan returns, I'll have to beg him to find her."

I pause mid stride. "Come again?"

"I said, when Donovan—"

"Donovan. Why is he the one that'll find her?" I shrug my shirt on and slip my feet into some running shoes.

The line cackles for a bit. "Didn't she tell you?"

"Tell me what?"

"Ray assigned Donovan as her new protector," she replies. "He's been a little bitch though. But yeah, I guess Ray trusts him."

My jaw tightens.

Donovan? Of all people to assign to Wren, it had to be a fucking creep?

"Where is he right now?" I grit out, glaring at the basement door in my closet.

"Sent him on an errand so Wren can sneak out. He's not back."

"Call him."

"What? It's not —"

"Call him, Quincy. Then, give me a call when that's done."

I hang up and push the door to the basement, running down the steep step.

And then I see him, chained to the wall like a fucking dog.

His lips lift into a sinister smile. "Back so soon?"

I grab the single chair in this room and turn it, sitting astride. "I'm going to ask this once, and you better answer me."

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Oh but you do," I tsk. "Where is Wren?"

His brows dip for a moment and then a wide grin slowly spreads across his face, and he cackles.

The laughter goes on for too long that it scratches my ears irritatingly. My fists clench and unclench the more I watch him laugh, the redness creeping up his neck.

In a flash, I stand up and kick the chair hard. It lands with a loud thud that stops his laughter.

Good.

"Where the fuck is she?"

"Keep a leash on your girlfriend, man. I haven't seen her since—"

My feet move before I can blink, and I tower over him, just a few inches apart.

He flinches.

"Tristan..." I tut. "I have the upper hand here, and you don't. So tell me the truth and I could be nice."

Yes, standing in front of me is the man that not only tried to blackmail me, he also outed Wren and I, and worse...he laid his filthy hands on Wren.

I look down at said hands, fingers bent out of place. Wanted to saw them off, but Torch stopped me.

"I don't know." He recoils, the defiance gone.

Poof. Vanished.

He's all bark and no bite. A silly coward.

I take a step forward, and he shrinks into the wall. The heavy chain around his ankles clang loudly.

My head tilts. "Are you lying?"

"No, no. I swear, man...I don't know."

My eyes narrow, watching the rapid rise and fall of his chest, his eyes wide in fear.

Giving some space, my jaw ticks. "If I find out that you knew about where she is, and didn't tell me, I hope you die before I come back because I will hurt you, Tristan. I swear on my fucking life."

He gulps, and I storm out of there, locking the door.

And then I call Torch as I grab my car keys.

"EJ."

"Torch, please come over to my place. Get in and keep an eye on Tristan. I'm heading out now."

He pauses. "By this time?"

"Yes. Soemthing has happened to Wren."

"What?" There's some shuffling in his background.

I connect my phone to the car and track Wren's location. "I'm about to find out, so please. I'll let you know anything."

"And Ray?"

"He has no idea...yet."

"Fuck man, okay. Okay, I'm coming over."

I hang up.

The one week at Beth's was spent tracking the filthy motherfucker with Clay and Torch's help. The only men I can trust.

Clay managed to track him to his house a few distance from their MC. And that's all we needed to get in, sedate him and bring him to my place.

He's been here barely a day, so I still have a lot to do to him. A lot more rage in me that needs to be expelled.

But, I'm saving it for when I finally imterrogate him.

I follow the instructions on the GPS, and barely few streets down, the dot stops.

I'm out of my car in a minute with my phone as I take small steps toward the dot.

Then, I see it.

Wren's phone.

And when I bend to pick it up, I see skid marks. Fortunately, they're the only skid marks close to the curb...but unfortunately, it only confirms one thing.

Wren has been taken.

My stomach sinks, fists clenching the phones so hard as I grind down on my molars.

Something squeezes in my chest. Fear, anger...guilt.

I shouldn't have let her come in. I should've taken her back to Ray's myself. I should've called Ray the moment she was on my doorstep. I should've..."Fuck!" I yell.

Quincy's call comes in. "Donovan's not picking up, Ezra. It's been fifteen minutes, Wren isn't home either. I'm getting worried, I'm..."

"I'm coming over.

"What?"

"I...I found Wren's phone but no sign of her."

Her breath hitches. "N-no...no, Ezra, no." Her voice breaks. "Oh god, w-wha...I shouldn't have let her sneak out. Oh god, Ezra, w-what—"

I know exactly the guilt she's feeling. The thoughts going through her mind.

"It's not your fault," I tell her.

But it's mine. If I had taken her calls, she wouldn't have had to sneak out in the first place.

Quincy's whimper comes in. "Ezra..."

"Do me a favour," my throat tightens. "Get your baby, put her to sleep. Put some white noise or some shit, and tell Ray you're expecting a visitor."

"I don't think coming here is a good idea."

"It's not. But he has to know, and I'll be the one to tell him. His sister is in danger."

There's a long pause on the line before she speaks, sniffling. "Oh god, okay."

"And Quincy?"

"Yea?"

"Hold back your tears for a bit, please. I want to be the one to tell Ray."

"Hurry up, Ezra."

With that, I get into my car, slam the door shut and hit the gas.

If Ray doesn't kill me tonight, it'll be a fucking miracle.