Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 152

Ezra

[The Night Before The Wedding]

When Mitch told me Donovan wasn't sleek, I should've countered it. After all, he played us for a fool back then, planning his betrayal just under our noses.

And now, he's disappeared.

Gone, just like that. And that's a goddamn risk.

Mitch, Torch, AJ, Ray and I planned to pay him a visit, put the fear of god in him, and maybe rough him up a bit, but he wasn't where we thought he was.

He's in New Orleans, at least I think he is. But we don't know where.

"So what are we going to do?" Mitch asks. "Tomorrow's the wedding."

Ray sags on the bed in my hotel room. "We have to find him. We have to be sure he isn't in New Orleans. If we forget about it, it's risky because we don't know if he'll show up and what he will do."

"Where do we even start from?"

"I don't know, man." Ray runs a hand through his hair.

Wren doesn't know we haven't found Donovan. I mean, she thinks we had spoken to him. Truthfully, I left out any details and was so relieved when she didn't pry for more information.

It's been a crazy week and then some. From fittings, to picking out event halls, even down to the rehearsals.

We've barely seen each other, and tomorrow...we'll be married.

"But why exactly do you think he's not where you found him?" I ask Mitch.

Mitch had managed to track Donovan's location to a beaten down house just outside New Orleans, and all of a sudden, he wasn't there again.

"Because after we visited and didn't see him, my men camped out there for days," he replies. "I asked them to keep an eye out."

I mean, we'd visited the location Mitch gave us...twice.

"Are they still keeping an eye out?"

"Yes. I told them to give us the heads up immediately they see him."

I pinch the inner corners of my eyes and exhale harshly. "Fuck! This is irking me!"

"Same," Ray adds. "I'm so fucking worried. Everyone's at the hotel, tomorrow they'd all be at the garden. All our friends, loved ones..."

"And some from England flew in yesterday." I press my lips together. "We've not heard from Donovan in years, hell, didn't even think of him until this."

"Don't worry, Ezzy," Ajax says. He's been quiet for the most part. "It's either we find him before the wedding, or after. Nothing is going to interfere with your wedding."

Ray nods. "Yea. We've sorted it all out. The security is going to be airtight."

"We're having an outdoor wedding," I remind them. "Wren wanted that. But I wish now that we were doing this inside, at least to monitor those that come in and go out."

Mitch places a heavy hand on my shoulder. "It doesn't matter. Everyone will be safe."

We all just stand there lost in our thoughts or probably losing our minds over what a disaster everything would be if Donovan shows up.

Then, Ray slaps Ajax' thigh and stands up. "We have a bachelor party to attend boys. Let's stop sulking and have fun."

Tonight's my bachelor party and Wren's bridal shower.

Because she's pregnant, she informed me that she and the girls would be doing it in her hotel room—two floors above ours.

I was ecstatic about this, until now.

Shaking my head, I say, "I'm suddenly not in the mood."

"What?" Mitch scoffs. "Don't let the situation dampen your mood, man. The others are waiting. Celebrate your last night as an unmarried man."

I don't know.

I stare at the three men who've been really supportive these past few days. Yesterday, we all confirmed that everything was set.

The cakes, the rings, the decoration—Judi did an amazing job. All that's left to do is see Wren walk down the aisle to me.

I know they're right, but I can't help the gnawing feeling of worry in my chest.

"Ezra, come on," Ray urges. "We've got you. I promise."

After a long thought, I sigh. "Okay then, let's go party."

"Maybe you could be a bit more enthusiastic." Mitch frowns. "You know, Pete's downstairs."

My brows reach my hairline. "Really?"

"Of course. I'm sure you would've wanted him there, too."

My head bobs rapidly, heart soaring. "I would've. Thank you for bringing him, he deserves to be a part of this too."

He slaps me on the back and pulls his shirt over his body. "I'm all set."

"Alright," I say with a little more enthusiasm than before. "Let's go have a fucking blast!"

"That's what I'm talking about!" Ray hails.

And as we stride out of my room, I decide to forget about Donovan for tonight. Just for tonight.

The moment we reach the indoor bar of the hotel, Torch grins and walks over to us with a white long-sleeved jacket with the inscription 'Mr. Groom' at the back.

That manages to break a smile out on my face.

I guess I can have a little fun, then.

***

[The Wedding Morning]

Buzzz...buzzz...buzzz...

A groan spills from my lips at the vibration that pulls me out of my sleep. Cracking an eye open, I snag my phone from the nightstand and the vibration stops.

The time on the digital clock catches my eyes and a smile frames my face.

6:30 a.m.

In four hours, Wren will be walking down to me. God, I want to hear her voice this morning.

I go to call her when my phone vibrates again. This time, a frown curves on my lips because I only just process that someone is calling me by this time of the morning.

It can't be my stylist, I'm expecting him in an hour.

With an irritated sigh, I lift the phone to my face, wincing at the brightness. And when I see Mitch's name, I sit up so fast my head spins.

"Mitch," I croak, then clear my throat.

"We've been calling you, man. We're at your door, open up." He pauses. "We have news."

I'm up on my feet immediately, and I pad briskly in my suite toward the door, ripping it open.

In front of me stands Mitch, Ray, Ajax, Torch, Clay and two of Mitch's guys. They all stride in, and turn to me.

I lift a brow. "What's up?"

"Donovan," Ray says. "We know where he is."

My breath catches. "Fuck yes. Where?"

"According to what I was told, he snuck into his house last night," Mitch replies.

"So what are we waiting for? Let's go."

Ray frowns. "Your wedding is today, Ezra."

"It's in four hours. We can dash in and dash out."

"Ezra..." I see the look in his eyes, he wants me to sit this out.

"No," I interrupt. "I want to make sure that bastard doesn't come near me or my family. I will not sit back and let you guys do the dirty work for me."

"We can handle it."

"And I said no." I glare at Mitch. "We will come back on time."

"Your stylist is supposed to be here in less than an hour."

"The earlier we leave, Ajax, the earlier we'd come back."

Mitch and Ray exchange glances and then Ray sighs. "We have to be back early."

"I assure you we will."

"Well fuck man," Mitch blows out a breath. "Go get dressed then."

I look down at my shirtless torso and sweats, and without wasting any other time, I rush into my room and pull out a shirt and denim.

Dashing into the bathroom, I brush my teeth and swish some mouthwash before appearing in the living room again.

Ray gives me a once over, sighs—for the umpteenth time—and arranges my hair. "Better. You had 'sleep' hair," he tells me.

"Thanks."

Mitch nods at us. "Alright, let's go."

It's when we pile into Ray's car and we zoom off that I realise...I forgot my fucking phone.

Shit!