Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 124

Ezra

There's some shuffling behind Ray's door and my heart races as the footsteps come closer.

Wren's phone in my hand feels like a bomb, something I shouldn't be holding. Not after everything that's happened.

"This visit couldn't wait, babe?" I hear Ray's annoyed mumble, and the door pulls open.

His frown only deepens when he sees me. "What are you doing here?"

Ray stands in front of me with a small sock in his hand—that could only belong to the baby—and a glare in his eyes.

"Wren," I begin.

"She's asleep," he interrupts, and points his finger at me. "And you're not welcome here. Stay away from my little sister."

And that fucking does it.

The way he says 'little', like she's a baby, a minor. Yet, she's a full grown adult.

Rage settles in my chest, all the anxiety I had earlier disappears. "This is not the time to be bitter, Ray."

"Bitter?" He scoffs and looks inside. "Is this what's happening now, Quincy? You invited him for what exactly?"

"Wren is in danger, Raymond. Let's talk about this."

"What danger?" He crosses his arms. "She's asleep. The same way Quincy's supposed to be sleeping. Fuck knows why she's still awake."

"First of all, I'm sorry," I sigh, and pinch the bridge of my nose. "So sorry for going behind your back, for dating Wren, for falling in love with her but…Wren's not asleep in her room."

He looks back into the house. I don't know what he sees on Quincy's face, but it's enough to have him freezing.

Then, I show him her phone.

"I found this…"

Ray glances at it, and his jaw slacks, face hardening.

"What the fuck do you mean by she's not in her room?" The door opens wider. "Get the fuck in Ezra and both of you better start talking."

When I step in, Quincy begins to cry. The storm in Ray's eyes is enough to have me running for the hills, chucking all this up and finding Wren myself.

But I stay put.

"I'm so sorry, babe," Quincy sobs.

Ray moves out of her reach and storms past her. I hear a door slam open, and Quincy sniffles.

"Have you found anything?" Her voice shakes. "I shouldn't have let her…if Ray finds out that I—"

"That you what Quincy?"

She takes slow steps toward him, tears streaming down her face. "I'm s-sorry. It's all my fault."

"Wren's not in her room, yet she said goodnight to us. So where the fuck is she?" He glowers.

A thick lump slides down my throat. "Raymond…"

"Don't fucking 'Raymond' me, you sick fuck! Where the hell is my sister?" He gets in my face, and I take a step back.

I'm not ready to take another beating. My body still hurts, the bruises haven't cleared up.

"Don't get mad…" Quincy tries.

He shoots her a look. "I'm already mad. Where is Wren?"

"I don't know," I reply. "She came to see me, and when she sent me a perfect text that she was home, I knew something was wrong."

"She came to see you?"

"Yes."

His fists clench, teeth gritted. "Explain what the hell you mean by that, Ezra."

"It's my fault," Quincy blurts. "I helped her sneak out."

He whirls on her. "You did what?"

"She was miserable, Ray! You've been so caught up in your anger towards Ezra that you've neglected your sister's happiness."

"That doesn't mean she should be sneaking out!"

"She wouldn't have to sneak out if you paid attention! She wouldn't have to cry herself to bed, to starve herself!"

My heart breaks for my pretty girl. It shatters. I can't imagine what she's gone through, what she's felt with everything.

I wonder what went through her mind when she saw Ray beat me till I was bruised and bloody. The way she screamed that afternoon…fuck, it still haunts me.

Ray frowns. "Wren has been eating."

"Not like she's supposed to. She's lost weight, and you haven't noticed," she chokes on a sob. "I wouldn't have had to sneak her out if she could walk through the damn front door, Ray!"

His jaw ticks and he gives me blank stare. "So Wren came over to your place? And you didn't care to tell me? Or ask her to leave?"

"Leave?" I scoff. "I'd never. Look, I know you hate me, and I know you're physically holding yourself back from hitting me again, and I appreciate that. But we need to put our differences aside and find Wren."

That's what important.

I could never ask Wren to leave. He has no idea how much I've missed her. Hell, if I could tie her to my bed forever, I would.

He paces the living room, pushing a hand into his hair. "Fuck you, Ezra," he spits. "Fuck you."

My lips twist. "Where's the person that's supposed to protect her? Her new bodyguard?"

"Donovan?"

"Yes." I take a seat at the dining table and he shoots me a dirty look before joining me. "Call him."

His eyes hold mine for a long moment, daring, challenging. I don't back down.

And then reluctantly—lips curled into a scowl—he takes out his phone and calls.

It's on loudspeaker.

Every ring echoes loudly in the sudden silence. Air thick, everyone holding their breaths.

It goes straight to voicemail.

"Call him again."

Ray frowns. "Don't fucking order me around."

My jaw slacks, taken aback. "Jesus, I'm not. Just call him again, Ray."

He punches on the phone.

Voicemail. Again.

He tries again.

And again.

Each time more frantic than the last, the panic finally settling in. Wren isn't home, Donovan isn't picking up.

Coincidence? Maybe. But I doubt it.

"Wh-where…what?" Ray pales. "Why do I have a bad feeling that she's been taken? Can I see the text that was sent?"

I click the text thread open and hand it to him.

His hard eyes scan the content, and slowly they begin to soften.

"Sh…she sent you a lot of texts," he mumbles.

"Yeah."

"You didn't respond to any."

Quincy places a hand on his shoulders. "He didn't take her calls either. Which is why she had to sneak out, she had to see him somehow."

"Doesn't matter." He slides my phone back. "The most important thing is to find Wren, and I'll let you help, but after that…you'll stay away from my sister. You won't even breathe near her, or me."

"That's not going to happen, Ray." I glare.

"Excuse me?"

I'm so sick and tired of his disapproval. Yes, I get it. We messed up at some point, but Jesus, we've apologized.

And he's hit me.

Isn't it enough? He's kept us apart for a whole fucking week.

I wish he'd just let it go.

"I'm not staying away from Wren anymore. Especially not when she's pregnant."

He goes taut, a vein slowly protruding on his forehead.

"P-pregnant?"

Quincy rushes to stand between us. "This is not what's important at the moment."

"You knew about that too?"

She nods. "Of course I did. That's why she had to see Ezra, she had to tell him."

Ray wants to kill me. He wants to leap over Quincy and rip my head away from my body. I can see it in his eyes, in the way he leans towards me even though Quincy's in the way.

"You got my little sister pregnant?" He shakes his head. "So what? I'll take care of her and the baby. You've done enough."

"Oh my god, fuck you, Ray! You're going to keep me away from Wren and my baby?"

"You touched my sister, you got her pregnant after numerous warnings."

"We fucking love each other!"

His hand slams down on the table. "I don't give a damn! We find Wren, and you stay the fuck away from her. This is a warning, Ezra."

"It's not what we would've wanted right now, but it has happened, Ray," I tell him. "I'm not good enough for her, she deserves so much more but if you give me a chance…you know I'd protect her with my life, Raymond. You know I'll take care of her, you know I'd never hurt her."

He leans back still glaring while my heart threatens to rip from my chest with how hard it's pounding.

Ray doesn't speak again.

He can't keep me away from them.

Jesus, I'd lose my mind.

But that's not what we should focus on.

Wren is missing, and we need to find her. Or at least start a search. This is not the time to hash out feelings.

Though, whatever I need to to do to ensure Ray and I cooperate on this task, I will do it. Because it'll be a horror show if he keeps fighting me for every single thing.

The air hums between three of us while Quincy's eyes dart between us, ready to jump in if need be.

And suddenly, he speaks. "What's the plan, Ezra?"

Quincy turns to him and I frown. "Huh?"

"To find Wren. What's the plan?"

"Oh, okay," I sigh. "First of all, I need to tell you something."

His eyes narrow. "What is that?"

"Tristan," I say. "He's locked up in my basement. Torch is watching him."