Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 84

Ezra

TRIGGER WARNING ‼️ CONTAINS VIOLENCE, PROCEED WITH CAUTION❗️

"Fifteen million, Ray. Consider this—"

He lifts his gun and points it at Wren.

My eyes widen, and the rest of his words zoom past my ears.

I reach for her, but it's impossible with Ray shuffling forward to get to her too.

A shot rings out, and I freeze. My heart drops when the bullet grazes Wren's arm.

She staggers, and Ray catches her before she falls.

"Wren!" He shouts, his gun falling to the ground with a thud that amplifies itself in my mind.

And all I see is red.

"Lock the fucking door, Torch!" I yell, jaw tight. My chest bubbles with so much rage, anger.

If they think they'd nick my girl, and walk out of here, they must be mistaken.

Torch bolts the door, and when they raise their guns to fire, I shoot the three men in the leg. Reggie's gun is snatched from his hand by Torch..

Their howls are music to my ears.

Pushing my way past the crowd, Reggie is the only one I see. And oh, the thoughts and plans I have for him.

He definitely messed with the wrong biker.

Fists clenched, I march up to him and hit him across the face with the butt of my gun.

Blood drips down his nose.

Before he can react, I punch him. Over and over and over.

Nothing else matters.

His cane drops, and I pick it up, smacking him with it.

"How fucking dare you?!" I growl.

The cane comes down hard on his body.

Over.

And over.

And over.

I don't stop hitting him, I physically cannot bring myself to stop. He shot at my girl, he shot at Wren.

In my very presence. He hurt the one thing that matters to me in this room, his bullet actually grazed her skin.

"I'll kill you, Reggie." His legs give out and he drops to the ground. It doesn't deter me. "Today, you'll join your stupid Tristan in his grave."

I don't feel anything.

Not when he strikes me across the face, not when his nails dig into my skin. All I see are his clawing hands, desperately needing to escape.

But I don't give him a way out.

My boots come down on his body, the cane follows every strike, and my bloody knuckles don't stop punching him.

"Ezra! Stop!" The voice is like a mumble in my mind, far away.

Chest heaving, I beat the hell out of Reggie. I beat him until his face is a mangled mess of blood and flesh, I beat him until he cannot fight back.

Even that isn't enough.

Squeezing his jaw together, I glower. "You have the audacity, Reggie. The fucking guts, to shoot at Wren?! How fucking stupid are you?"

"Ezra!"

"Do you have any idea who you just messed with?"

"Does Raymond know?" His voice is less than a muffle. I'm surprised I'm able to make out his words. "That you're in love—"

I smack him across the face. "Don't you dare finish that thought."

He grins, exposing bleeding gums and teeth. It's meant to taunt me, but it only irritates me, fuels my anger.

He's not nearly bloody enough.

So, I smack him again.

He sputters, blood splashing out of his lips. "So he doesn't know." He laughs, but it comes out more choked than it needs to be.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," I grit out, squeezing his jaw tighter. He winces.

"Don't I? I have plenty idea, Ezra Jax...with proof. I wonder, what will Raymond do if he finds out?"

One thing I am right now, is lucky.

Lucky that I've beaten him so badly he can barely speak. The words come out like gurgles, inaudible but I make them out.

My jaw tightens, and I lean closer. "I repeat, you have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe I should pull out a few teeth."

"You're crazy. Just like your momma." I stiffen. My stomach hollows out at the next thing he says. "Tony did some good before he left, maybe I can continue from where he left with Wren...your little bird."

And I fucking lose my shit.

Christ, my fists don't stop coming down on him. My fist, the cane, the butt of my gun. It rains down on him in harsh strikes, hitting him everywhere.

His face.

His chest.

His torso.

Fury, anger...that's all I can feel. It wrings round my chest, squeezing painfully and all I need is something to let out some steam.

That's Reggie, my fucking punching bag.

"You're gonna kill him!" Someone screams. "Stop it, Ezra...Ray, make him stop!"

No one stops me.

Reggie passes out, but even that still isn't enough to stop me.

A hand touches my shoulder, squeezing gently. "EJ!"

I stop.

Heavy breaths spill out of my lips in puffs, my heart races violently through my body.

Slowly, the world comes back to me. I hear someone crying, I hear whimpers and groans.

Asides from that, everything is quiet.

When I look up, it's Raymond gripping my shoulder. His face is hardened, eyes dark.

"You're going to kill him," he says almost uncaring, as if he wants me to kill him. "That's enough."

Reggie lays still on the floor.

Pushing to my feet, I turn to Wren.

Her arm has been wrapped with a bandage, and she cradles it. Tears stream down her face, but I don't go to her.

Instead, I turn away from her, unable to look at her. Because everytime I see that bandage, I want to put a bullet through Reggie.

Shoving past Ray, I walk to Torch where he stands with the other men, three of them cradling their legs as blood seeps out.

"Send those two and Reggie to their MC." I point at the men at the sides. "And lock the last man up."

"Yes, VP!"

I storm up the stairs and into the room I've been sleeping in for days now.

Staring at my reflection in the bathroom, I manage to take deep breaths. My hands shake, trembling as the adrenaline wears of.

Blood coats my face, some stick to my hair. And my hands...Jesus, they're a mess.

I wince when cold water runs over the cuts but I wash them either way.

That bullet, the sound of the trigger...Wren staggering back from the impact. It plays on a loop in my mind, over and over.

My throat tightens, and I clench my jaw so hard.

Fuck, he hurt her.

He shot at her.

He could've killed her.

A knock on the door jerks me out of my thoughts. Ray walks in, tilting his head at me. His face is blank, unreadable.

I continue washing my hands, unable to ignore the burn of his eyes on the side of my face.

Splashing some water on my face, I speak. "If you're going to ask about Wren and I, or try to suspect something is going between us because of how I reacted down there...then I have question a you."

He raises a brow, arms crossed.

"Why didn't you do anything?" I ask. "You're her big brother, and I'm just doing the job you gave me as her protector—but you just stood there...and did nothing."

He pushes off the wall. "I didn't come to question you because I know nothing's going on. I only came to thank you for being faithful and fearless in your job. For defending Wren."

I blink.

The sound of rushing water stops.

"I didn't do anything because you were handling it, and I trusted you enough to handle it properly. You didn't steer me wrong, so thank you, again," he continues.

"My sister might have a crush on you, but I trust you. You won't take advantage of her, and you'll only take care of her like a big brother would. Today is proof of that." He past my back. "I couldn't have asked for a better VP, and brother."

He turns to the door and pauses. "Wrap your hand up, and take Wren home. I'll handle the man you instructed should be locked up."

With that, he leaves. I don't even say any word, I can't even if I want to.

A lump settles in my throat.

I'm sorry, Ray.

I defended Wren, I beat that man to pulp...not because it's my job, and not because you would've wanted me to.

But because she's my girl.

She's mine, and I'd die before anyone hurts her.

Hell, I'd kill for her.

Because I fucking love her.

After composing myself, I step out of the bathroom.

And freeze.

There, sitting on my bed is Wren.