Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 36

Ezra

I look up from the television as the front door opens. Wren's giggle meets my ears before she steps in, her phone pressed up against her ear.

Her eyes widen momentarily when she sees me.

"Excuse me for a bit," she speaks into the phone, cupping the mouthpiece.

"Hey, Ezra." Her smile is warm, free, compared to the past three days. "Ray's outside, says he wants to see you."

She jerks her thumb to the door, and goes back to her call, giggling and whispering.

Narrowed eyes stare after her as she disappears up the stairs, the sound of her voice fading. My jaw tightens, and I step out of the house towards Ray's motorcycle.

He takes off his helmet and holds out gloved hands for a shake.

"EJ, hey." Our shoulders bump in greeting before he settles back on his bike.

Jerking my head toward the house, I ask. "Who's she giggling on the phone with?"

He snorts. "Quincy played matchmaker."

My chest squeezes painfully, the urge to storm into the house and demand she stops talking to other men nearly overtakes me, but I control myself.

"Oh," I say smoothly, brow raised in some semblance of surprise. "You don't have a problem with that?"

"I'll always have a problem, trust me. But-" he shrugs, "she's twenty-four, I can't pamper her forever. Very soon she'll want to settle down, have a family..." he pauses, then gives a short chuckle, "as long as it's not anyone in our MC or other MC's, I'm good."

I frown. "Huh. So no bikers for birdie, then."

His lips curl into a sadistic snarl, eyes darkening like he could picture the distasteful sight. "Absolutely not. It's dangerous, don't you think so?"

"Of course it's dangerous." I force a smile. "She'd be better off with a lawyer, or accountant, or..."

"Or a doctor." He laughs. "Lord knows we'd need another once Mrs Dee retires with her husband."

I agree. "Definitely."

The words sound bitter to my ears, and the thought of Wren with another man twists my stomach unpleasantly.

Bile rises up my throat but I swallow it down.

"Well," I say. "Wren said you wanted to see me?"

He straightens, his business face on. "Right. We talked about settling that Reggie guy."

Reggie, Reggie, Reggie.

The fuck face that thought we'd just hand over Wren to him. I wish I punched him so hard his teeth fell out so he wouldn't say shit like that again.

"Okay, I promised to give six point five in addition to your five million," I say, and he nods. "I'll send it the moment I get my hands on my phone. Your dad was a real piece of shit, by the way."

Ray sighs, running a hand through his hair. "He was. One of his debtors probably killed him, or maybe he killed himself because he was a coward."

I bite down on my tongue, not responding to that. Tony's death was well deserved.

"Any news about Reggie though, what he does and how he met Tony?"

He shakes his head. "Not yet. Kendall is working on it."

I blink, brows pinching together. "Kendall? The snitching piece of shit I beat the hell out of?"

"Yup. I know what you're going to say–"

My scoff interrupts him. "At least I don't have to tell you what a horrible idea that is. Have you forgotten? Once a snitch, always a snitch." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Fuck knows why you didn't strip him of his kutte."

"It's called a second chance, EJ." Ray slaps me on the back. "He didn't know better, but I assigned Donovan to keep an eye on him–"

"Donovan is a fucking newbie–"

"Relax! Jesus, EJ." He frowns. "Torch is on both of them. One would think you care about Wren more than I do."

I stiffen.

And that right there is why nothing could ever happen between Wren and I.

Ray's as intuitive as they come. Once he suspects something, he'll stick his nose so deep into it until he finds out if he's right...or wrong.

Pressing my lips together, I swallow. "I care about your little sister, Ray. Plus, you assigned me as her protector. Everything I do is for her best interest."

Why do I feel that statement will turn right around and bite me in the ass? God, I fucking hope not.

"I understand. I never said thank you though." He clasps my hand. "For taking Wren into your home even though I know how much you love your space. And thank you for helping out with the debt."

This time, my smile isn't forced. "It's fine, Ray. We're brothers."

"Brothers," he repeats with a small smile, and he pulls me into a firm but brief hug. "I'll head home now to Quincy. They definitely had a lot of fun today."

So much fun Wren came back giggling to some random man on the phone. How fun.

"Right." I give him a nod as he kicks the bike stand up and revves the engine.

"See you at the clubhouse tomorrow." And he takes off, not waiting for a goodbye. I huff a laugh and head inside.

Once inside, my feet come to a halt. The scent of delicious food fills the air, making my stomach rumble.

Peeling my feet off the floor, I walk into the dining room to see the table all set up with two plates of pasta, and tall glasses of wine.

Wren stands in an apron—stained with tomato sauce, and inscribed with "Warning: Sassy Chef At Work"—one I never even knew I had.

Her cheeks are flushed from the stress of cooking, tendrils of hair falling out of her slack ponytail, and bright blue eyes wide with excitement.

I raise a cautious brow. "Sassy chef indeed. Am I safe?"

"I cooked." She tucks her lip into her mouth, a secretive smile on her face.

"I can see that. Makes me wonder how long Ray and I spent outside." I step closer to the table, peeking at the food that surprisingly looks good.

She glances at the digital clock. "Almost an hour." Rounding the desk, she pulls out a chair for me.

"Let's eat."

If I wasn't suspicious before, I am now. My hackles rise, and I frown.

"Okay, out with it, Wren. What did you do?"