Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 21

Ezra

The men walk out after their threat, and I don't look at Wren. I physically can't bring myself to because I know exactly what I'll find.

I turn on my heels, heading up the stairs.

"No, you don't!" She screams, her footsteps following after me until it stops. "Let me go, Raymond, I swear to god...get back here, Ezra!"

My door slams shut, drowning out the mumbling from downstairs. I sink down on my bed, hand in my hair.

Before I can process, the door flies open and Wren storms in.

"You killed him?" She snaps. "I begged you to find his killer, yet you looked me in the eye and you lied to me."

"I didn't kill him."

She laughs. It's short, bitter. "There you go, lying again."

"I beat him up, yes, but he was still breathing when I left."

And that's the truth. If I wanted to kill him, I would've. I never miss.

"So you beat him?"

I nod. "Yes."

"You stripped him?"

"Yes."

"And you tied him to the balcony?"

"I did."

Her eyes dim, almost like she's disappointed in me. "You're even more horrible than I thought. You killed my fiancée, for what?"

My jaw ticks. "I beat him up for laying his hand on you. You should be thanking me, Wren. I did you a favour."

"That explains it." She nods. "Your knuckles that day. They were swollen, bruised, bandaged. That was the reason you weren't around for a week, right?"

I don't need to answer. She's smart, she's already put it together.

"You're the one who sent that picture to me too?"

"I did."

I'm not proud of it, but I didn't need her running off to him, into the arms of an abuser.

Her fists clench at her side. "You're a murderer."

"I'm an enforcer," I correct. "I hurt those that hurt people I care about. And he hurt you, Wren."

"Me, Ezra!" She screams. "He hurt me, not you. You had no right! No right to kill that innocent man."

Innocent?

I stand up. "For the second time, I didn't kill him."

"But he's dead. How do you explain that? Tell me!" She roars, pushing down on my chest. "Fucking tell me!" She pushes me again.

Grabbing her wrist, I put them at her side. "Don't hit me."

"Or what? You'd kill me too? Beat me till I'm bruised, bloody, dead?" She asks. "Then strip me and tie me to your fucking car for the whole goddamn world to see? Do it then."

She gets in my face. "You have no remorse. You're just a cold killer."

"You're right. I feel no remorse," I hiss, leaning down so she can see the seriousness in my eyes. "If I had to do it again, I will. Over and over and over."

She shakes her head, eyes filling up. "Who are you? How do you sleep at night?"

"I'm Ezra Jax, and I sleep peacefully to the sound of his cries as I break his ribs."

She raises her palm, and before I can blink she slaps me across the face.

My head whips to the side, jaw ticking. When I look back at her, tears are streaming down her face, her whole body trembling.

"I hate you so much!" She seethes, breath shallow.

"Hate me all you want, I will never apologize for ridding the world of one abuser. Leave my room."

She wipes harshly at her eyes, then holds up her phone. "I've got all the evidence here, I'm turning you in to the cops."

Before she can step a foot back, I snatch the phone from her. "You will do no such thing."

The last thing I need is the cops showing up here, ruining whatever peace we've had for some months all because Wren cannot see what a scumbag Tristan is—was.

"My phone, Ezra." She holds her palm out. "You're going to rot in jail, and I'll make sure of it."

She wouldn't, and she knows it. But I'll just humor her.

I shove it into my pocket. "Come and get it."

She glares at me, jaw grinding together. And then, she lunges. Her hands make a grab for my belt, but I'm on her in a minute, tackling her until we're falling...and falling.

We land on the bed with me on top of her. I hold her wrists over her head, one of my thighs between hers.

She thrashes in my grip, raising a knee to hit me, but I'm quicker. I press down on her, our bodies flush against each other.

Fuck, she's soft.

"Get off me, or I'm gonna scream," she threatens, struggling to get her hands free.

I wait patiently, watching the swirls of greens and gold in her blue eyes. Her face is flushed, breathing quick.

Tear streaks mar her beautiful skin, and I wipe them with my other hand. She stills at the contact.

"Birdie," I rasp, my voice is soft. Somehow, she breaks under it, tears leaking some more from her eyes.

Something in my chest squeezes. I made her cry. She's crying because of me.

"I loved him," she sobs, all the fight leaves her body as she goes lax beneath me. "We had good years together. Why would you take him from me?"

Glistening eyes stare up at me, filled with sorrow, pain...anguish.

My jaw tightens.

"I'm sorry," I whisper, looking into those deeps ocean eyes. "Not for his death, but I'm sorry that I lied to you. I'm sorry that I sent that horrible picture to you. But I promise you, Wren, I didn't kill him. Maybe someone finished him off after I left."

She hiccups, nose quickly turning red. "He's dead because of you."

"I know. My role in it probably led to his death, but I'm not sorry about it. You're loved here, Wren. And I hope you see that."

She licks her lips, sniffling. My eyes zero in on her pink tongue, and small pink lips.

It feels like ages since I've had her close to me, not since I threw her over my shoulder like a cave man.

"Also," I continue. "I'm sorry for cockblocking you two weeks ago. Arwin...he has a girlfriend already. I would never let you be someone else's side piece."

Her brows dip. "I didn't want to date him. There's nothing wrong in just having a good time."

"With someone's boyfriend?"

"Well, no. But I'm saying...I'm not looking to date. I'm tired of relationships, I just need some fun in my life."

"Okay, I'm also sorry for calling you a whore. Do you forgive me?" I wipe her eyes.

"Since when do you care about my forgiveness?"

I chuckle. "Pissing you off is not fun when you're seriously mad at me. This two weeks without pissing you off has been hell."

"Well, you're pissing me off right now."

My smile is immediate.

Just like that, the weight has been lifted. All because of Wren Carlisle...a forbidden fruit. Someone I shouldn't want...yet can't stop thinking about.

"So..." I drawl. "You said you needed some fun. I definitely know how to give a good time."

She huffs, cheeks heating. "If you don't get off of me this instant, I swear to god, I'll rip off your hair."

Her hand sinks into my hair, tugging, and blood immediately rushes to my cock. It surges.

Fucking hell.

By the way her hand freezes, I know she felt it.

My eyes glaze over, throat thickening and I hold back the groan that threatens to slip out.

"Ezra...?"

"Careful, little bird. You pull my hair like that again, and I'll fuck you against the nearest wall."