Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 82

Wren

[Six Days Later]

When Quincy steps into the kitchen, I glare at her. Worse, Ray follows behind her, shirtless and in a pair of sweats.

His brown hair sticks up everywhere, and it's times like this that I notice how different we are.

I've been told we look nothing alike, and some days I see just how true that statement is.

"We're sorry," Quincy mumbles, her cheeks red.

I cross my arms. "This is the third night I've heard you guys. Why, just why, can't you hold out until I leave?"

They've been going at it this week, and it has to be the most uncomfortable experience of my life.

When I told Ezra about it, he laughed and asked me why I'm always at the other end of people's intimacies.

Ha. Ha. Very funny, Ezra.

"I can't help that my girlfriend wants me, Chirp. If you were her, you'd want me too."

"Gross, Ray." My nose scrunches up. "I'm going back to Ezra's."

"So soon?"

He crosses the island to plate some eggs and bacon for Quincy.

"What do you mean soon? I've been here for more than a week."

"Really?" He frowns. "Feels less than that. But Quincy needs you, I think you should stay here."

My frown deepens. "Absolutely not, Ray." I turn to Quincy. "Please, tell him not to do what he's about to do."

"Hear me out...Quincy is nearly popping—"

"Not to disregard that, but she still has two months on her."

"Wren, come on..."

"Baby, I'm fine," Quincy interrupt. "I promise, Wren has to go back to her own life."

"With Ezra?" Ray deadpans. "Yes, they are friends now but will she really pick Ezra over you—us?"

I roll my eyes. "Don't put me in a position where I have to choose."

He tilts his head at me. "But if you were..."

"I'm serious, Ray."

"You're not gonna choose Ezra, are you?"

My lips press together, I don't respond.

He scoffs. "It's that silly crush, isn't it?"

"It's not about that. I didn't make any choice."

"That was all the answer I needed."

I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Quincy, talk to your man. I'm done."

Before I leave, I whirl on my heels to face Ray. "Whether you like it or not, I'm leaving. And not because I'm choosing Ezra over both of you, but because I'm more comfortable there."

With that, I march down the hall to my room.

My phone lights up with a text. And something tells me it's from Ezra. But I'm too pissed at Quincy to ask for her help.

So I squint at the text until my head throbs but eventually, I make out the text.

"Hey baby, would you still come home today?"

Then I type out my response.

"Ignore your brother, Wren. I'm fine." Quincy settles on my bed, a bottle of water in her hand.

Heaving, I zip up my suitcase. "I am ignoring him. Is he gone?"

"Yea. Left some minutes ago to the clubhouse."

"Good." I nod. "That's where I'm headed now."

"What? The clubhouse?"

"Yup."

"With your suitcase?"

"Yea, with everything that happened, I forgot my keys."

She frowns. "That's not safe. I don't know if you've heard, but that Reggie guy is supposed to come around or something."

"I heard. He was supposed to come around a long time ago, but he hasn't. He's just playing with all our emotions, if you ask me."

"He's a biker, Wren," she says. "If he says he'll come back, he definitely will."

"But he hasn't." I raise a brow, a hand on my hip.

"Why don't you stay here? Wait for Ezra here, he'll come pick you up afterwards."

"Ray's not gonna like that."

Quincy sighs. "Not to be a party-pooper, but going to the clubhouse is not safe. If they can't physically hurt Ray or Ezra, they'll hurt you...or me."

"After today, I won't go back until Reggie is dealt with," I reply. "I know you're worried, but I'll be fine."

Her lips press together. "Wren, listen. Your ex—who was apparently in an MC—was beaten up by Ezra. And now, the man that almost took you as collateral, turns out to be in the same MC as your ex, and the same MC as the man Ray and Ezra beat up at the pit."

"The second man deserved it. He and others set the clubhouse on fire."

"Exactly! They don't care about you or any of us. They want to avenge Tristan's death even though Ezra didn't do it!"

I flinch. Her tone throws me off.

She groans. "I'm sorry. I'm just...imagining the worst."

"It's..it's fine." I plop down beside her.

We both stay quiet, staring at my packed up luggage.

"I know you're worried, coupled with the baby hormones," I sigh. "I'll be in and out before you know it."

"Do you know what will make me feel better?" She raises a brow.

"What?"

"Take the bikers with you."

"Quincy..."

"Order an Uber, and let two of the bikers—Donovan and Kendall—go with you."

"Two?!" My eyes bulge.

"Yes."

"No! One is enough."

"Fine." She caves so easily.

When I raise suspicious brows at her, she gives me a coy smile.

I gasp. "You played me."

"That's the only way I'll let you leave this house, Wren."

After a very brief contemplation, I agree to her terms.

Quincy orders my ride. By the time I'm all set to go, Donovan is assigned to me.

"Wren," he says dryly, unsmiling as he puts my suitcase in the trunk of the Uber.

"Hello."

That's all I say.

He rubs me the wrong way, but it's not my place to complain, especially because I have the least amount of contact with him.

"Bye Quincy." I hug her. "I'll come visit more often."

"Alright. Tell Ray to text me when you arrive...or Ezra."

"Got it."

When I get into the car, I dial Ezra's number immediately. He doesn't pick up.

Donovan rides beside us.

It's a short ride to the clubhouse and in less that ten minutes, we've arrived.

"I'll only be a few seconds," I tell the driver, rushing out of the car while still trying Ezra's number.

Worry nags at my gut when I receive his fourth voicemail.

Shoving the door open, I freeze.

All the breath leaves my lungs.

I see now why Ezra's not been answering his calls.

In front of me stands Ray, Ezra and all the bikers...and Reggie and his men.

They all have their guns pulled out, aimed at each other.

Ray's jaw tightens when he sees me, but Ezra doesn't look at me. His eyes are fixed on the men, immovable.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Wren?" Ray snaps.

Reggie only grins, a glint in his eyes.

"Oh, let her be, Raymond," he taunts. "Come in, Wren...I just asked about you."