Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 9

Wren

I've been cooped up in my room for two days straight.

Thankfully, Lizzy and Mrs Dee have been nothing short of amazing. They bring me food, water and help me out when I need anything.

I'm still pissed.

At my brother, at Tristan's death...and of course, at Ezra, the bane of my existence.

I have also been grieving, consoling myself with memories, and pictures.

But worse, I've been forcing myself to go through the brief text thread between Tristan and I when we first started talking.

He didn't know about my dyslexia until much later, so the conversations were filled with multiple errors on my end, until I called him and explained.

He found it amusing, and that was what solidified my attraction to him.

And now...he's gone.

I heave out a sigh, eyeballs dry and stuffy from crying too much.

My stomach rumbles and just then, there's a knock on my door.

"Chirp!" Ray's voice follows the knock.

I roll my eyes, wincing at the pain that shoots up my head.

Another knock follows. "Birdie, can we come in?"

Oh great! Ezra's here too.

I don't reply, and after a second, the door swings open.

Ray and Ezra step in, clad in black jeans, and black shirt.

Ezra has on black leather fingerless gloves on one hand, tattoos trailing down his arms.

I can deny it all I want, but the man is attractive, ruggedly so.

Glaring at both of them, I grumble, "I don't recall asking you both to come in."

"Oh? I could've sworn I heard 'come in' under all these..." Ezra pinches his nose, "stench."

Ray smacks him across the chest. "Behave, EJ."

"I'm really not in the mood to deal with both of you," I croak, throat dry. "Please, leave."

They immediately sober up, faces hardening.

"We came to apologize, Chirp," Ray says.

I raise a brow. "We?"

"Yes." He nods. "EJ and I."

That's interesting.

My eyes twinkle, amusement floods my body.

Shuffling up on the bed, I cross my arms. "If you both want to apologize, do it well."

"Okay." Ray breathes, lips twitching. "I'm sorry for trying to push Ezra on you. And I hope we can talk about it and be on more agreeable terms."

"Hm," I hum, "I guess we can talk about it."

I turn to Ezra. "And you, what are you apologising for?"

Ezra glowers at me, lips pressed into a thin line.

"I can't believe I'm apologizing for saying the truth she asked for, Ray," he complains, earning another smack.

I smile wide, teeth on display. And oh, it irks him. It bothers him so much his jaw locks, fists clenched so hard.

"You're going to grind all your teeth to dust," I say.

His frown only deepens. "I wish they would fall off so I don't have to speak."

"Unfortunately, they won't." I snort. "You don't have to apologize, Ezra. I didn't force you to be here, you can find your way out."

Raymond sighs. "EJ..."

"Fine!" Ezra grits out. "I'm sorry for not being attracted to you, Birdie. It's totally my fault that you don't do it for me."

Squinting, I don't respond. Not for another minute.

I let his words roll down my back, refusing to let him get to me...again.

Finally, I shrug. "I guess I'll take it."

"You guess?" Ezra sputters.

"What? We both know your apology was as half-assed as they come." I huff. "You're lucky I didn't ask you to try again."

His jaw tightens. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me."

"Ray, your sister is getting on my last nerve!"

"No, you're the one getting on my last nerve," I snap. "Now if you're both done here...leave."

Ezra's eye twitches. "For the love of god, Wren..."

"Stop it!" Raymond bellows suddenly. I jump. "Just stop it both of you. Your constant bickering is getting on MY last nerve."

The room goes quiet, my heart pounds in my chest.

"Thank you," Raymond huffs. "Now..." he takes a seat on my bed, and I push up to accommodate his large frame.

Similar brown eyes gazes up at me. "Wren, I need Ezra to protect you."

My lips part to protest, but he holds up a finger.

"Hear me out first."

I purse my lips, nodding.

"There's a lot of bad guys, Wren. What we do attracts that kind of thing, and I need you safe." He clutches my hands. "If anything happened to you, it'd kill me. So please, don't fight me on this."

Although things were not as bad back then, crazy things still happened. I'm no stranger to violence, but being away for years has sort of dampened the weight.

Unfortunately for me, I understand Raymond's concerns. Plus, he's my big brother.

I let out a long breath, eyeing Ezra. He remains stoic, calm...unfazed. He must be enjoying this somehow, after all he loves when I suffer.

"Okay," I murmur. "As long as you both promise to find Tristan's killer."

Raymond smiles, lifting two fingers to his temples. "Scout's honor."

"You're dreading it, aren't you?" Ezra asks, grinning.

An exaggerated shudder rolls out of me. "For once, we agree on something."

He laughs, low and throaty. The sound causes my belly to dip and roll.

I ignore it, shoving the feeling to the back of my mind.

"Alright," Ray gets up. "They're having a party downstairs in a few hours. You can attend, or not, it's up to you. I'll be heading home."

I tuck my bottom lip between my teeth, and Ezra zones in on the action, nose flaring. His jaw tightens, and he drags his eyes up to mine.

He smirks, but I already caught it. And I know he knows.

Clearing my throat, I respond to Ray. "When do I get to come visit?"

Raymond's been living with his girlfriend, they've been dating for as long as I can remember.

Why I've been living in the clubhouse and he's living at his home is beyond me, but I don't question it.

"Soon, Chirp." He chuckles.

"Okay then," I say. "Concerning the party, I don't know yet but I guess I do need to forget this past week, it's been a lot.

Ezra dips his head in agreement. "It has."

By the time I drag myself down the stairs, the party is well and truly on a roll. Music blasts loudly through the speakers, the vibration pounding in my chest.

Everyone—well, almost everyone—is either drunk, high or both.

Lizzy grins when she sees me. "Look who decided to grace us with their presence. You look stunning!"

"Oh, stop." My cheeks flame, and I immediately feel self conscious about the short denim skirt and halter top I threw on.

She slides a shot glass to me just as Torch sidles up the bar.

"What's in it?" I ask.

Lizzy winks. "Try it first."

"Wren." Torch gives me a sloppy grin, eyes nearly drooping shut. "You're so gorgeous. If your brother was not my president, and VP didn't have such a hard on for you... I'd take you on a nice little date."

I snort. "You're so drunk, you're speaking gibberish."

But speaking of Ezra, I find him seated across the room, his hands roaming Brittany's body shamelessly while she rocks on his lap.

As if he can feel my stare, he looks up.

From this distance, I see his smirk when he catches me looking.

One tattooed hand cups Britttany's breasts, and be squeezes. She throws her head back, lips parted on a moan.

My mouth dries.

I know I should look away, but I don't.

His other hand wraps around her neck, and with his eyes still holding mine...he kisses her.

It's dirty, messy, but it also turns my stomach to liquid warmth. I tear my eyes away.

I'm not nearly drunk enough for this.

With that, I knock the shot down the back of my throat.