Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 66

Wren

The house is empty when I wake up. Ezra didn't come to bed, the evidence is in the coolness of his side.

My heart sinks to my stomach, a frown pulling on my lips. With a sigh, I do my daily clean up, and take a shower, settling in front of the TV a few hours later.

And then, I call Judi.

She answers after the fourth ring. "Hey, honey."

Her breathy voice reaches my ears. My brows pinch.

"Are you okay?"

"Um–" a small smack comes in through the phone, followed by hushed whispers. "Y-yes, Wren. C-can I call you b-back...ohh, yeaa..." she moans.

My jaw drops. "You've got be kidding me, Judi! Call me where you're done."

I jam the red button, a blush coating my cheeks. Of course she's getting laid. Ugh! This girl.

My thumbs hover on Ezra's name when I eventually find it. What would I say? I'm sorry? What for?

I just need him back.

It's almost three p.m and not one call, not one glimpse of him.

Before I can push down to call him, my phone blares. I nearly jump out of my skin, heart skyrocketing.

And when I notice the lack of caller ID, my heart races for other reasons. The lump in my throat thickens, and I hold the phone to my ear.

"Mitch." My jaw tightens, fists balled.

Oh how I'd love to smack him across the face with a hammer, the same way he crushed Ezra's legs. Rage bubbles in my chest, hot and fiery.

"Wren," he whistles. "Didn't think you'd give in."

I pause. "Excuse me?"

"Ezra."

"What about him? You want to destroy him more than you already have? You want to ruin both his legs?"

"Ah!" His tone is light but sinister. "I see he's told you his own version. Ezra destroyed my brother, he ruined our MC."

"It was an accident!"

He scoffs. "Of course you'd believe that. Gullible, naive little girls."

"No, Mitch. I know Ezra—"

A sharp laughter cuts me off, taunting, mocking.

"You don't know, Ezra, little girl," he snorts. "You have no idea the kind of man he is. He's vengeful, reckless. Acts without thinking!."

"And you're not?"

"I am, but I own it. I don't play pretend. Maybe it was an accident, but he doesn't deserve to be walking free when my brother cannot."

"It's been seven years, let it go, Mitch. He's sorry."

The line goes quiet for a bit.

"I know he's sorry," he eventually replies. "But 'sorry' will never be enough for me. I need him to feel every pain, every brokenness...I need him to understand what it feels like to lose your limbs, and everything that makes you, you."

He breathes deeply. "And I want you all to see what it's like to cater for someone whose mind is gone, while hoping that somehow, someway...he's still in there."

"Mitch—"

"I got your text, Wren. Thank you for the information, it better not be wrong though."

My brows pull together, lips frowning. "W-what information?"

"The text about where he'd be," he replies. "It's high time I met my long time enemy."

Chills run up my spine, and before I can ask what he means, the line goes dead.

A bad feeling settles in my gut, spreading across my chest.

What text?

Opening up the thread, my throat dries. The thing is, I don't see any text from myself to Mitch...but I see Mitch's response.

It takes a while to decipher.

'Got it. If all goes to plan tonight, Wren, consider your debt settled.' The text reads, and everything clicks.

Ezra used my phone. He texted Mitch on where he'd be tonight...with my phone.

"No." The word tumbles out of my lips before I can stop it, chest squeezing.

Frantically, I find Ezra's number and I call. It rings, and rings...and rings. No response.

I try again.

And again.

And again.

Until it stops ringing, only his voicemail plays on and on and on.

"If you can't reach me, I'm probably fucking busy. EJ." Is the automated response.

A burst of anger ripples through me. How dare he? How could he? After last night?

Tears burns the back of my eyes, but I hold them back, grinding my molars.

But still, I can't hide the fear that nicks at the back of my spine. Fear for Ezra's life.

After more tries and not reaching Ezra, I call Ray.

He picks up on the second ring, Quincy's laughter cutting in at the background.

"Hi Chirp, you good?"

The sound of his happy, soothing voice forces the tears out of my eyes. My throat thickens with emotion, lips quivering.

"R-Ray..." my voice breaks.

The air cackles and shifts, all lightness disappears immediately.

"What's wrong?" Ray demands, voice low.

"H-have you heard from Ezra today?"

"No..." he pauses. "Why?"

"Oh god, Ray," I sob. "P-please come get me. Ezra's in trouble."

I hear the rattle of keys, and Quincy's worried whispers.

"I'm on my way...I'm on my way."

The moment the line drops, I'm calling Ezra.

"Please, Ezra...baby, please.." I beg into his voicemail.

"Don't do this, Ezra..."

"How could you? Where are you meeting Mitch? Tell me."

"You're wrecking me," I cry. "I'm worried...he's going to kill you, please....please..."

"Tell me where you are, dammit!"

I leave tons and tons of voicemail, each one more frantic than the last filled with my sobs and sniffles.

My hands shake, feet pacing the floor so much I almost burn a hole through the marble.

Oh my god...oh my god.

My vision blurs, tears spill from my eyes in waves like a broken dam. I feel lost, helpless.

Ezra took my phone, he texted Mitch through my phone...even after I begged him last night.

God, I begged him. I pleaded.

With a quick dash into my room, I change into jeans and a tank top. I catch the time again, almost four.

Every minute closer to evening twists my intestines.

Tonight, the text read, but...what time? I have no idea.

A loud honk has me running down the stairs at the same time the front door bursts open.

"Wren!"

I fly into Ray's arms, choked sobs falling from my lips.

"What happened?" He breaks away, staring into my eyes.

"M-Mitch. He texted me, he called and asked for Ezra. He said I owe him, and he wanted Ezra. I d-didn't know, god, Ray...I t-told Ezra, and n-now he's g-gone—" I'm rambling, incoherent, salty tears making their way into my mouth.

A heavy hand rests on shoulders. "Slow down, Wren."

He stares at me, eyes hard, and jaw tight.

I hiccup, struggling not to ramble again.

"You mentioned Mitch?"

"Y-yes." He stiffens when I reply. "He-he sa-said..."

"Shush," he murmurs. "Where is EJ?"

"I don't know!" I balk, choking on a ragged sob. "I woke up to an empty house! He texted M-Mitch with my ph-phone!"

Squeezing his eyes shut, he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Fuck, EJ. Where are they meeting?"

"I...he deleted it."

"Mitch is a dead man, come on, Wren." He tugs my hand. "Let's go find Ezra."

As we get into his car, Ray hands me his phone.

"Call him."

"Who?"

"EJ."

I think it's just beginning to dawn on Ray just how bad this is.

We've been driving for hours. Still, we can't reach Ezra, and neither can we locate where Ezra is, or could be.

It's been three hours of aimless driving. We've checked all the bars, we even drove up to Beth's. We checked the clubhouse and soon, the others began searching.

Ezra's not picking his calls. Heck, his phone is switched off...on purpose.

Silent tears stream down my cheeks because night is upon us. If we don't find Ezra, I have a horrible feeling his battered body pieces will find us.

"Fuck!" Ray slams the steering wheel, neck red. The vein on his head protrudes, and I see just how much this is affecting him.

He tried not to make it a big deal, but as time went on...his collected facade began to fade.

A phone rings. Mine...and then Ray's.

"It's Quincy," he grunts, grabbing his phone.

The large 'J' tells me it's Judi. But I don't have it in me to pick up. She had called some hours ago and I informed her of the situation.

"We've not found him, babe," Ray says brokenly, eyes red-rimmed from the tears he's holding back.

Torch and Clay flank the car on their bikes.

After walking out of the last bar in town, we just.. stopped.

We don't know where to look again, we went to the pit too, but no sign of Ezra...or Mitch.

Ray breathes. "God, I hope so, Quin. I fucking hope so."

When Ray drops the call, he casts a look at me, lips pressed into a thin line.

"You have Mitch's number, yes?"

I nod.

"Good." Ray stretches a hand and I place my phone in it.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to call Mitch...with my phone."

I inhale sharply.