Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 65

Wren

Unable to look up at him, I continue. "She told you that..." I pause. "Well, that I had a crush on you. And you said..."

"I said I'm out of your league, and would never touch you even with a ten foot pole," he groans.

Finally, I glance at him with a shrug.

"Yea. We were friends, Ezra...and sure, you didn't see me like that, but you didn't have to be mean about it."

His lips press together. "What if I said I knew you were standing there?"

I freeze. "What?"

"Wren, you didn't hide your crush very well. I knew about it, everyone did. Including your brother," he says. "You're right though, that was mean, but...your brother warned me."

I pause, sure I'd misheard.

"Ray warned you?"

"Several times." He nods. "At the time, before I became VP, I was still the new guy. Ray didn't trust me, and the more obvious you were, the more he warned me to stay away from you."

My stomach twists. I wish I could say he's exaggerating, but I know my brother.

"Was I that obvious?"

He snorts. "When I say the whole clubhouse knew about it, Wren, I mean it."

I face-palm, groaning.

Christ. I was young and stupid.

"So you knew I was there and decided to still be mean?"

He runs his hand on my thighs. "I had to make you keep your distance somehow. What I didn't expect was so much hostility."

"You hurt me."

"I know, I'm sorry, Birdie."

Then he smiles. "Ray wasn't wrong about warning me though, I was twenty seven, and you were nineteen."

"I was an adult."

"Barely."

I smack him, huffing. "That's the story though."

"Come here."

He gently tugs me down, nipping my lips with his teeth. I laugh into his mouth, and he kisses me properly.

The kiss is slow, seductive. My lower belly clenches, core tingling.

Goosebumps spread across my skin. And when his hand smacks my ass, I moan, nipples hardening and brushing against his hard, tattooed chest.

With one last kiss, he pulls away. Not too far though.

Our lips brush when he speaks. "Do you forgive me?"

A ghost of smile spreads on my face. "Of course."

We just grin stupidly at each other, until that question comes to my mind again.

I sit up, the smile slipping off.

"What are we going to do, Ezra?"

"Huh?"

"About Mitch," I say. "What are we going to do?"

"We?" He raises a brow with a snort. "We're not going to do anything, but..."

He hesitates.

Then, with a sigh, he speaks.

"I'm going to meet with him."

My stomach dips, and I scramble off him.

"No." I cross my arms. "Absolutely not, Ezra. I won't let you."

"Birdie..."

"Do you have a death wish?! You want to meet the man that wants you dead more than anything?"

"I don't have a choice, Wren—"

"You damn well do! Are you out of your mind? Are you—"

"If I don't, he's coming after you, or Ray or hell, Quincy—"

"No." My jaw tightens. "You're not meeting him, Ezra."

He scoffs. "If you think I'm going to be a coward and let him hurt my family, then you have no idea who I am."

I bristle, hands balling into fists. "This is not the time to have an ego! Jesus, Ezra! After what he did to you..." my voice breaks.

"It's my fight, Wren," he murmurs, cupping my face. "Let me handle it."

"Ezra..."

"Wren, baby...I'll be fine, I promise."

I shake my head. "Don't make a promise you can't keep. He's going to kill you."

"He'd kill me either way, but I'm not going to let him touch even a hair on your head, do you understand me?" He presses. "If he knows about you, he knows about Ray...and Quincy."

It's true. He does.

I'm scared, absolutely terrified. I won't let him do this, I physically cannot let him.

After the horror I've heard, no way.

"Ezra, please," I beg, voice cracking. "Please, d-don't do this."

"Hey, hey," he shushes, thumbing away a stray tear. "I'll be fine. I'm bigger now, it's different."

"Seven years, Ezra. Seven years of harboring revenge, of bidding his time..." I search his gray eyes, unable to continue.

He pulls me to his chest, the hard thump of his heart both calms and unnerves me.

"Nothing's gonna happen to me, sweetheart."

I don't reply because I don't believe him.

Not after the images that formed in my head after that conversation. It's going to be worse this time, I can feel it.

"Birdie." He tugs my chin, my eyes lifting to his.

It's hard to see him through my tears. God, I've cried so much this night, I can't imagine how I must look.

But when I stare at him, heart fluttering in my chest, I know I have to try. He has to change his mind. I can't lose him, not like this.

"Don't do this, baby," I plead. "You're breaking my heart."

He presses his lips to my forehead. "I'm not even supposed to tell you about this...but it's already out there."

A tear rolls down my cheek, and his face crumples.

My heart hurts, nose raw and tingling.

I swipe the tears, and breathe through my nose. "I can't lose you, Ezra. I...I lo—"

His hand freezes on my face, breath hitching.

"Wren," he warns gruffly.

But I don't listen.

He stopped me at the pool earlier, I won't let him stop me again.

I hold his face, gray eyes swirling with so many emotions I can hardly decipher.

My pulse quickens, throat tight at the words we both know I'm about to say.

"I love you, Ezra."

It lands softly in the silence, like a secret...warm, sacred.

His eyes pinch shut, jaw tight. It's as if he stops breathing entirely, but I don't let his reaction deter me.

If this is the last string I have to pull to change his mind, then I'm going to pull it so hard it rips.

My voice is soft when I continue, shaky. "It is inevitable. I'm in love with you, baby...and you know it. I c-can't let you get yourself killed."

"Wren," he chokes out, face scrunched up like he's in pain. "Please, don't do this."

"Look at me," I whisper.

He does.

Those eyes heat my skin, my throat dries at the intensity in them.

I swallow thickly.

"I don't know what I'd do with myself if anything happens to you," I say. "I need you alive, Ezra. I need you healthy..." my fingers brush his left thigh. "–mobile."

For a long moment, none of us speak. None of us move. None of us...breathe. The air hums between us, so many things unspoken, hearts thudding.

Then...he blinks.

And everything changes.

Ezra steps out of the bed, jaw tight, face hard. It takes a while to process what just happened.

Until he speaks.

"You shouldn't love me, Wren," he says. "You don't know me."

My chest squeezes. "W-wha..."

He walks out, the door slamming shut behind him.

I'm left with the sound of my heart breaking, and the burn of my nose and eyes.

The place where he laid taunts me, his scent wafting and curling around me like a warm hug.

Just like that...the tears fall.