Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 126

Wren

I'm yanked out of the car by Donovan. I trip on the pavement, and fall.

Pain flares up my knees, palms scratching on the pebbled floor.

I wince, more tears filling my eyes as he pulls me up again.

"Get up."

Something trickles down my knee caps and I don't have to look to know I broke my skin from that fall and it's bleeding.

"W-why?" I whimper. "Ray trusted you."

"Ray's a piece of shit, and so is Ezra. So shut the fuck up!" He sneers and drags me carelessly.

Reggie and the others trail behind us, his cane hitting the pavement periodically. He mutters something that I don't quite catch and I'm tossed into the building.

It looks like a clubhouse, but way more empty with barely a handful of people who go silent when they see us.

"Reggie." Someone says, standing to his feet. "Ezra Jax's girl?"

"Yes." Donovan answers, hands tightening around my arm.

I try to wiggle away, but his grip only tightens, nearly cutting off my circulation.

"You're gonna pay for this," I hiss. "Ezra and Ray will kill you. They'll rip you apart limb for limb."

His jaw flexes. "They're weak, Wren. We're not scared of them."

"You should be. You should all run while you still can, because they won't spare you. I won't let them."

As I say this, tears still fall from my eyes. I'm trying to be strong, god I am. For myself, for my baby. Everything I've learnt with Ezra, tease the font of my mind.

But I need to be smart.

"Where do I drop her, dad? She's being a fucking nuisance." Donovan turns to Reggie and my jaw drops.

"Dad?" I gawk. "Reggie is your father?"

His glare is chilling. "He is."

And then it all clicks.

My mouth goes dry. "Y-you're the m-mole."

"And you're all so fucking slow." He clips. "Do you believe me now that I say you're all weak?"

Reggie stomps his stick on the ground and when I look at him, it's the first time I'm seeing him clearly with all the light.

He's got a scar by his temple—a scar that wasn't present the first few times I saw him—and his left eye looks…odd, sunken in.

I have a feeling this new look is as a result of Ezra's fist after he shot me.

And Donovan's calling us weak.

I snort. "You look different, Reggie."

His lips twist. "Don't test my patience, little girl. I'm not nice." He flashes the gun on his waistband and I swallow.

Somehow, I'd forgotten that he'd held a gun to my face.

Everyone stares at me, ready to catch me if I bolt, ready to put a bullet through my skull if I make one wrong move.

Can I really fight them like Ezra taught? It's impossible. They'd kill me if I tried it.

A feeling of hopelessness and helplessness washes over me. The strength and courage I tried to muster fizzles out, and I'm left with bone-chilling fear.

"AJ!" Reggie bellows and turns to the others. "Where the fuck is AJ?"

There's some muttering, and finally, a young guy steps out from one of the doors.

"I'm here, Reginald."

And our eyes meet.

He has brown hair, and piercing brown eyes. The type that is sure to get your attention. It's not dull or chocolate-y, it's almost amber. Striking.

There's something familiar about him, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It's the scowl though, a very familiar scowl.

But wow, he's a pretty guy.

"Take her to one of the holding cells," Reggie instructs. "Get her what she needs and stay with her until morning. Don't hurt her, but if she tries anything funny…you can hit her a couple times to behave."

Hit me?

Instinctively, I wrap my free arm across my belly.

Donovan shoves me into the guy's arms and his jaw ticks. His grip is not as tight, but it's firm enough to get me moving.

As we step out of sight, their murmurs pick up.

The stairs are steep and dark. The air is chilly, and the walk is quiet. The guy doesn't speak, not once. I don't know if I should be scared or worried.

Donovan and Reginald didn't stop talking about how they'd hurt me, how they'd hurt Ezra and Ray.

Doesn't he have the same animosity towards them?

Once we reach the last step, he steps away and flips something on the wall. Light immediately floods the space.

There's a small door, and with the thick bunch of keys that rattle in his hands, I know finding that one key for the door will be a hassle.

I look toward the dark stairs and back at him, frowning.

"What if I run?" I suddenly say.

"Huh?"

"You're not holding me, not even looking at me. I could sneak back upstairs and—"

"And what?" He snorts. "You won't make it three feet before you feel a bullet in your legs. Trust me, it would be a dumb idea."

I frown, watching him rattle the keys. "Trust you?"

"I'm the safest person here…just for you though." He pushes the door open, as motions for me to head in. "Wren Carlisle."

"What do you mean just for me?" I step into the less than stellar bedroom.

It's bland, with beige walls and wooden flooring.

His gaze turns hard, and he yanks me by the arm. "Shut up. No one's going to save you."

My jaw drops, and my brows pinch together at the sudden switch in his tone. It almost gives me a whiplash.

"W-what—"

"There's a camera," he murmurs, dragging me further into the room. "I've got you, I won't hurt you."

"Why? Thought you all want to get back at Ray and Ezra."

"Why would I want to get back at my brother."

Brother?

My frown quickly drops and my eyes widen. The name Reggie called him pops into my head and it all falls into the place.

The familiarity of his scowl, even his piercing brown eyes.

"Ajax Jax? Ezra's baby brother?"

He scowls. "Not a baby. Nice to finally meet you, Wren. I'll let him know where you are, but for now…rest up. I'll be outside."

My heart pounds with renewed energy. "Thank you."

"You've got nothing to thank me for. If you need anything, let me know. Be careful with the cameras, don't get too happy."

And to cover up his friendliness, he glares and pushes me on the bed. I fall back on it, as he shuts the door behind him.

I curl into myself, hiding my face from the camera as a giddy smile splits across my face.

Hope fills me again.

I rub my stomach, my baby. "We'll be fine, darling. Your daddy and Uncle Ray, and Uncle AJ will take us out of here safely."

Maybe it's the comfort of knowing that Ajax is outside, or the pregnancy hormones, but I settle into a peaceful sleep on this bed that feels more like a rock.

Tomorrow, everything will go well. It just has to.

***

[The Next Morning]

"Where are we going?" I ask, heart racing in my chest as sweat rolls down my back.

"We're going to a warehouse," Ajax replies, tone low, as he yanks me out of the basement and into the main floor.

Everyone is dressed in black attire with weapons attached to them.

All the guns, knives…they churn my belly and nausea quickly rises up my chest.

But I swallow it down.

When Ajax woke me up some minutes ago with a rough pull, and a scowl, I knew whatever they've planned is going to be executed today.

We're still pretending to be strangers. He's still pretending to hate me, and Ray and Ezra.

Someone rushes up to Reggie who's just about leaving through the door. "We can't find Tristan."

He freezes. "What do you mean?"

"We checked his security footage. Nothing is out of the ordinary, but we've been trying to reach him. We found his phone on his table."

"Take some people and find him. Lydia needs him at the warehouse. He knew this was coming, why the hell is he missing?"

Reggie clicks his tongue and turns to Ajax and I, then he glowers at me, and nods to Ajax.

"Put her in the car," he orders. "I'll be joining in a bit."

Ajax jerks his head and drags me out of the warehouse.

My stomach sinks when I see the amount of men sitting on the bikes, waiting for whatever is about to happen.

"Ajax," I whisper, eyes stinging. "Please tell your brother that I said no matter what happens, I love him. And he should be careful."

"Nothing's going to happen. I've got you."

And I wish that was enough to reassure me.

Sadly, it isn't.