Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 125

Ezra

Ray blinks. "Come again?"

"What?" Quincy's eyes widen. "What is he…h-how..why?"

"Remember that day we were investigating the mole situation?" I ask Ray.

He nods. "The day I found out about you and my little sister."

If that's what he'll use to remember that day, that's fine. But I remember it as the day Tristan touched my girl.

"Yea. I had rushed out mid investigation because I received a ton of emergency calls from Wren."

"W-what are you saying, EJ?"

EJ. He's not called me that since he found out about Wren and I, and this may sound crazy, but it assures me that our friendship can still be salvaged.

Hopefully.

"Tristan was in my home," I reply.

He stands to his feet, his chair nearly toppling. "You said Donovan was going to pick her up."

"Exactly." I frown. "I asked Donovan to pick her up, but by the time I rushed home he was nowhere to be found. Instead, Tristan had his hands around Wren's n-neck, he was ch-choking—"

The words get lost in my throat. I can't say them, I can't even think about it. What if I didn't get there in time?

I hate to imagine what would have happened. Would he have killed her? Would I have gotten home to Wren, lifeless on my fucking floor?

My blood chills at the thought.

"He did what?!" Ray shouts—snapping me out of my thoughts—eyes blazing.

Quincy taps him, and whispers. "MaryAnne, Ray. She's asleep."

"MaryAnne?"

"Our daughter." Quincy beams.

"Wow," I smile. "That's a beautiful name—"

"How did Tristan get in?" Ray's eye twitches, fists balled up. "You have a password, how did he get in?"

"He rang the doorbell."

"And Wren just opened it up?"

I nod. "She assumed it was Donovan."

"Donovan knows the goddamn password!"

"I don't know Ray, she just assumed. But before that, there were some…things that happened."

"Jesus Christ." He runs a hand through his hair. "What things?"

Some part of me debates on whether to tell him about the events that led up to this or not. But knowing Ray, he's a good brother and would want to be kept in the loop.

So I spill it all. The clothes from Seattle, the jewelry, the ring, and finally…the fact that he stayed over in my house and we didn't know.

By the time I'm done, Quincy's jaw is nearly on the floor, and Ray has gone pale.

"I'm going to kill him," he sneers. "Why didn't you tell me?"

I shrug. "You were already dealing with a lot. Reggie, Lydia, Quincy and the baby. You trusted me to take care of Wren, and I was going to do that."

"Still."

"I had it under control, Ray."

"So when I came in…"

My head bobs slowly. "Yea, Tristan had just left. We were sort of trying to get our heads back on straight."

"And I hit you."

I don't respond.

He expels a deep breath, and stares at me. Not glaringly, not blankly…just a normal stare. Maybe a little soft.

It'd be a stretch to say that I see a bit of guilt in his eyes, maybe a little apology too. So I squeeze my own eyes shut, not wanting to see.

"Th-thank you," he mumbles. "For taking care of her, for always protecting her."

My eyes pop open, and when I look into his eyes…it's all there. The apology he hasn't spoken, the guilt, and worse…regret.

I swallow thickly. "I will always look after her. Protect her with my life."

"But fuck, that's the problem, EJ."

"What do you mean?" My brows furrow.

He shakes his head and glances at Quincy. "Never mind. Let's just find out where Wren is. Although I wouldn't put it past Reggie and Lydia."

"After the decoy stunt we pulled, yea, they're my top suspects."

"Did you ask Tristan?"

"I did. He doesn't know…we took him just earlier today."

He lifts a brow. "We?"

"Me, Clay and Torch."

"Oh." His lips press together. "Can we call Clay? Is it possible to track her?"

Before I can respond, my phone vibrates with a text.

And I pick it up. "It's a text from AJ."

Ray inhales sharply.

"Read it out," he says.

I obey.

"Wren is here, Ezzy. But you can't come now. She's fine, no one has hurt her…but you can't come tonight. I'll text you the details tomorrow morning."

My heart sinks. I'm not totally surprised. Reggie and Lydia were my first suspects, but still, my stomach churns restlessly.

We don't know what Lydia wants with Wren.

When I look at Ray, his eyes are shut. "Ask him who took her."

I type out the message quickly. And his reply comes in.

I freeze.

"Some guy named Donovan. He came in with Reginald. I'll look after her for you. No one's gonna hurt her. Swear it."

"D-Donovan?" Quincy gawks. "I knew something was up with him. God, I knew it. Wren did too."

Ray makes a pained sound. "To think I trusted that little shit."

"Why didn't you ask Torch to protect her?" I glare. "Or at least Kendall? Donovan has done nothing to prove himself in this MC."

"You're not a part of us anymore, so keep your suggestions to yourself."

Those words land directly in my chest. Of course I remember I'm not a part of the MC anymore. The very MC I helped Ray transform into what it is today.

My jaw tightens, and I shove my fists under the table because god help me, I'd knock a few of his teeth out of his face.

I take a deep breath. "I'm not here to fight. I trust my brother to look after her and keep me updated if anything happens, but for now…" I stand. "I need to take my anger out on something."

"Who?"

"Motherfucking Tristan."

He pounds his fists together. "I'm coming with."

"Uh, no you're not." Quincy scoffs. "You're supposed to be up with MaryAnne."

"But Wren…"

"Ezra just said you both can't do anything tonight. And from the text, it doesn't look like they're at their clubhouse."

Ray opens his mouth to protest when I cut in.

"Stay," I say to him. "If anything changes, you'll be the first to know. And by morning, I'll be here with Clay, Torch and others."

"I'll give a call to Craig," he says.

Subconsciously, I breathe a sigh of relief. I had wondered if we'd do this alone, but seeking help from Craig, the president of another MC, is a great idea.

After all we've helped him too, we're friends. Anytime he needs me to help with an initiation test, I do it.

And fuck, he owes us one.

So, I nod to Ray and grab my keys and Wren's phone. "Goodnight Quin, and Ray."

"Yea, whatever." He holds the door open for me.

Quincy rolls her eyes and hugs me. I don't waste a moment to wrap my arms around her, sniffing in the scent of baby powder.

I can't wait for Wren to start scenting like this. It's…grounding.

"She'll be fine, Ezra. Get a goodnight sleep, you have a long day tomorrow," she says softly.

We break away. "I will, and you too, Quin. Take care of yourself," I glance at Ray briefly, "–and take care of him too."

"He'll come around, promise."

"It's fine if he doesn't." I crack a small smile, and wave.

Ray ignores me when I stride toward the door, he also ignores me when I step out.

Just when he's about to close the door, I hear his low voice.

"I wish you'd just stayed away from my sister, EJ. We wouldn't be going through this now."

And he slams the door in my face.

He doesn't know it, but those words, they further push down the guilt I already feel.

My lips press together and for a long moment, I just stand and stare at the closed door. The lights go off and I'm stil standing there, weighed down by only one thought;

'It's all my fault.'

I know without a doubt that if anything happens to Wren, or our baby…I'll never forgive myself.