Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 18

Wren

That word is enough to put our masks back on, shoving the last five minutes to the back of our brains.

"Birdie, you know I'm not myself, not with losing so much blood," Ezra says, tugging on a fresh shirt. "I'm still not attracted to you."

My smile is tight, his words cutting me regardless. "Likewise. Mine is definitely the adrenaline. I'll go see my brother now."

I walk past him. He doesn't look at me, or say anything. Not when I walk past him, and definitely not when I walk out of the room.

Ray stands at the bottom of the stairs, hands on his hips.

"Ray," I call. My voice is soft, shaky.

He turns immediately, and rushes up the stairs in a minute.

"Chirp!" He pulls me into his chest, his heart pounding hard against my ears. He holds me away, inspecting me. "Are you hurt? Is that blood?"

His finger wipes at something on my neck, and I remember Ezra's hands there a few minutes ago.

"It's not mine," I say. "It's Ezra's, I was cleaning him up."

"Jesus, this is crazy," he mutters, running a hand down his face, and pulling me in for another hug.

I hold him tight, trembling slightly.

"Ray!" Ezra's voice breaks us out of our hug. I step aside, joining the crowd downstairs while Ezra and Ray talk.

Lizzy waves me over. Everyone is quiet, some still bloody like Torch, others very much patched up.

"We were looking for you, where did you go?" Torch asks from beside Lizzy.

I shrug. "Ezra grabbed me. This whole thing is nuts, and to think I met that bald guy at the mall."

"What?" Lizzy's eyes widen, Torch leans in. "You met Mikey, Guillion's VP?"

"I don't know his name, but I saw the Guillion MC tattoo on his wrist. He asked me to tell Ezra and Ray that he'll see them soon."

"And we have," Torch adds, jaw tight. "I wish EJ blew the fuck out of his brains."

Lizzy sighs. "He's vengeful, always been. An eye for a whole damn body is his motto. You kill one of his, he's coming for you and your whole neighborhood."

"Who did Ray and Ezra kill?"

"The less you know, Wren," Lizzy says. "The better for you, and all of us."

Before I can reply, the chatters slowly die out. I look up to find Ezra and Ray standing on the stairs.

Ezra's eyes lock with mine, and the moment we had—if I can even call it that—plays at the back of my mind.

I glare at him, tearing my eyes away.

"Tonight was a disaster!" Ray's voice booms across the hall, the same time my phone chimes softly in my pocket. "But thankfully, no one died."

Feeling eyes on me, I look up to see Ezra still staring, this time with his phone in his hand, looking bored.

My phone chimes again, Ezra pockets his and I take mine out. It doesn't take long to know it's a text from Ezra.

The text is written on a black background with a large white font, making it a little easier to read.

' I'm sorry.'

'I shouldn't have done or said those things to you. Your brother is my best friend.'

Pressing my lips together, I click my phone off. I have nothing to reply, besides, nothing happened.

Ezra catches my eyes again and I make a show of stuffing my phone into my pocket, ignoring him. His jaw tightens.

Ray's voice pulls me back to the conversation at hand.

"Thank you, Mrs Dee, for taking care of everyone. Please, brothers, let's meet at the church."

He walks off, the men following behind him.

I turn to Lizzy. "Church?"

She snorts. "It's just a term they use for the place where they have their meetings, and plans to regroup and stuff."

"That's a very ironic name, isn't it?" My face scrunches up. She laughs.

Ezra's the last man to leave, he gives me a long look and steps closer.

"I sent you a text," he growls.

"I saw."

He blinks, jaw set. "I don't like being ignored, Wren."

"There's nothing to say, Ezra. Go to your church."

His jaw ticks.

Straightening, he clears his throat briefly then leaves. Meanwhile, my heart races in my chest, and my panties stick to my cunt.

I need a shower.

I wish I could say I had a peaceful night's rest, but that would be false.

"Birdie!" There's a knock on my door by no other person than Ezra.

Not only did he keep me awake last night with another round of loud, obnoxious sex, now he's disturbing my morning too.

I don't reply.

"Birdie, wake up! I need your help!"

His voice penetrates my mind, reminding me of the filthy fantasies that crossed my mind last night, coupled with his moans and groans.

God, I almost touched myself to him, and I hate myself for even admitting it.

Throwing a pillow and a duvet over my head, I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe if I don't respond, he'll eventually go away.

Wrong.

The door opens, and Ezra stands at the doorway, holding the side of his tummy. I blink lazily, groaning at the obvious audacity.

"What do you want, Ezra? Isn't it too early to piss me off?"

He takes a step, grimacing. "I think I may need stitches."

That's when I notice the blood seeping through his fingers.

"Go to Mrs Dee. I'm not a nurse."

The real truth is that I don't want to see him shirtless again, nor even be close to his shirtless body.

"She's not around, hell, half of the missus have gone home," he rasps. "Come on, Wren. Want me to beg?"

Reluctantly, I get up, a frown on my face.

Ezra's eyes scan my body, from my neck down to my legs and fixes on my chest. I look down to see my nipples poking through.

Oh, great!

"My eyes are up here," I say. "Remember, you're not attracted to me, or is it the blood again?"

His lips curve. "Definitely the blood. Let's go clean me up."

We cross the hall into his room and I grab the kit. Ezra shrugs his shirt off, and I give him a brief once over, choosing to focus on the task at hand.

We don't want a repeat of the embarrassment.

"This wound looks much bigger than it was last night," I murmur, wiping around it. "I'd ask what happened but I already know."

"I was waiting for you to barge in, I left the door unlocked for you."

I 'accidentally' pierce his skin a little too hard. He hisses.

"Oops." My smile is tight. "I'm holding a needle, I'd suggest you watch your words."

His lips twitch.

"By the way, it didn't sound like Brittany last night..."

Ezra snorts. "You know the way she sounds?"

"Yup!" I pop the 'p'. "Brittany sounds like a hyena with constipation when she orgasms."