Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 77

Wren

"No other man will touch you," Ezra growls against my lips.

I giggle, giving him a peck. "No one else."

"I'll break their fingers."

Peck.

"I know."

"I'll beat them up."

Peck.

"I'm sure you will."

He sighs. "Your brother is driving me up the fucking wall. He sent me some pictures of men to veto."

"You're kidding." I laugh.

"I wish I was, babe." Ezra groans. "Since the night of the party, all he's talked about is getting you a boyfriend."

"Can I see some pictures?" I raise my brows, smiling sheepishly.

His eyes narrow. "Why?"

I shrug. "Curiousity."

With a huff, he shows me his gallery. I fold my lips together, swiping through the different men. Some dark haired, some blonde, and some even auburn.

They all look different in every way.

When I stop at one of the blonde, I hum.

Ezra frowns. "What??"

"This guy," I say. "He's pretty cute."

He gives me a death stare. "You better take that back, Birdie."

"But it's true."

He snatches the phone fro me, glaring at the man on the screen. "He looks like he wouldn't know his way between your thighs."

My eyes bulge. "Ezra!"

"Not like I do anyway." He winks. "No one's gonna fuck you the way I do, birdie. You know that."

I'm tugged up against his chest, and he kisses me senseless. My protests die in my throat.

I smack him when we pull away. "You're so cr—"

"Crass," he completes with a laugh.

Huffing, I help with his kutte.

"So asides from vetoing potential boyfriends—"

He snorts. "Who says I'm going to do that? I'm your boyfriend, I don't need a replacement."

My heart melts, lips pulling into a pout.

"Aww," I coo, stroking his scruff. "That's so cute, and possessive."

"You're crazy." Even as he says that, his eyes shine.

I grin. "Before you interrupted, I was asking what else you're doing today. Reggie hasn't reached out?"

"No, and it's unsettling."

"Why don't you guys go to him then?"

He shakes his head. "It'll show weakness. They need to see us as untouchable, unbothered..."

"But you didn't kill Tristan. Why are they still coming for us?"

"I was the last person to have contact with him," he sighs. "That's why. We've been searching for the real culprit, but it's taking longer and feels like a dead end."

My stomach twists. "Is there no way to prove your innocence?"

"Not when they have the video."

I frown. "What video?"

"The one I sent to you...of his battered body."

My jaw falls open. "They have that? They know you took the video?"

"Yea." He nods solemnly. "I don't know how they got it because it was sent through a burner, but they managed to trace it down to me."

I chew on my lip, mind racing a mile a minute.

"Hey." He steps close until we're toe-to-toe. "We're going to be fine. Your brother and I...we'll get to the bottom of this."

"I'm worried, though."

"I'll be fine, sweetheart. I promise."

Our foreheads rest together as we breathe each other in.

He inhales deeply. "Be safe, okay? Make sure to call Hannah, she's been hounding me."

"I will."

He lifts my chin, and presses a soft kiss on my lips.

"I love you," he murmurs.

A smile spreads across my face. "I love you, baby."

Waving goodbye to him, I plop back down on the bed.

Unfortunately for us, we can't do anything romantic in the kitchen or in the living room because of the bikers that surround the house.

So upstairs in any of our rooms, or bathrooms work for us.

It is annoying, but necessary. At least until Reggie and the others are dealt with.

Snatching my phone up from the nightstand, I button Ezra's shirt and manage to find Beth's contact, dialing it.

Her face pops up a few seconds after. "Hey, Wren dear."

"Hi Beth." I wave with a smile. "How're you doing?"

"I'm good. Something tells me you're not calling to speak to me—"

"Is that aunt Wren?!" Hannah's voice echoes in the background.

Beth grins, eyes dancing with humour and she shakes her head. There's some shuffle on the screen before Hannah's face comes in.

"Aunt Wren!"

My smile is even wider than it was. "Hi honey, how are—"

"I lost a tooth today. See!"

It's been a lazy day which is why I'm only now cleaning the house. After talking with Hannah, Judi called.

Catching up with her took a lot more time than I expected, and then we slept off on the call.

Don't ask me why she wasn't at work on a Monday.

My phone rings from the kitchen and I pick it up, jamming the speaker button.

"Wren! I didn't tell you!" A very familiar voice comes in.

I have to pause my cleaning to look at the caller ID. Sure enough, a large letter J pops out from the screen.

"Judi?" I snort. "We just spoke some hours ago."

"Yes, yes." I can picture her rolling her eyes at me. "You were gushing so much about your boyfriiieenn—"

"Shush! Judi!" I hiss.

My eyes dart to the windows, searching for any of the bikers.

"What? Aren't you in the room?"

"No," I snap. "I'm in the kitchen, you loud-mouth."

"Oops," she whispers with a giggle. "I'm sorry. Go to the room then."

I guess I'll take my cleaning to the room.

Ugh!

Wanted to save that for last.

When Ezra's door is firmly closed behind me, I head into his closet.

I've been avoiding this closet because of the mess, but it seems I'll tackle it today.

"Alright, go on. What did you want to tell me?" I ask, picking up clothes and folding them.

Separating the ones for laundering, I toss them into the basket.

"Soooo..." she drawls. "My boss, he asked me to dinner."

"Like work dinner?"

"No. Like dinner dinner."

I frown. "Isn't that inappropriate?"

She snorts. "Almost as inappropriate as your relationship with Ezra?"

"Hey!" I scold. "That's not the same thing."

"Honey, it is. Both forbidden romances in those novels I read."

Rolling my eyes, I fling a sock into the basket. "So, do you like him? Thought he was annoying?"

"Ezra was annoying to you, too."

I sigh. "Judi, are we talking about you or me, right now?"

"Relax, I'm kidding." She laughs. "He is annoying, but the man is fine, damn."

She's had a crush on this man for a long time. It's surprising that after all these years, he's asking her to dinner.

Except... "Wait! Did you ask him to dinner, Judi?"

The line goes quiet.

"I feel very insulted for that question, Wren," she says drily. "I know that it is surprising, but no, I actually didn't ask him."

"So what changed?"

"Sex," she replies. "Hot, sexy sex."

"Judi! You slept with your boss?!"

"That's right." She sighs dreamily.

I face-palm. "I, honestly, can't with you."

How did I get the same personality in both a boyfriend and a bestfriend?

With a huff, I swipe down the remaining clothes on the table.

That's when I see it.

A little button at the far corner.

I frown.

Curiosity nags at me, and I push down on it.

A creak sounds from behind me.

When I turn, I see that the dressing mirror juts out from the wall.

My heart jumps.

"Wren? You there?" Judi calls out.

"Y-yea," I croak. "C-can I call you back?"

"Okay, honey. You good, though?"

"Yes. I'll call you back."

Without waiting for her response, I hang up.

My feet take me toward the mirror, and when I pull it out...I see a stairway.

Is that...a basement?

Everything screams at me to turn back and pretend I didn't see this, my gut churns.

I have a horrible feeling.

But I don't stop.

Heart in my throat, I trudge down the surprisingly bright stairway.

And when I land in the middle of the room, I see the walls.

My blood runs cold.

Who the fuck are you, Ezra Jax?