Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 97

Wren

Ezra smiles down at me, my arms wrapped around his waist.

"Do you know what I love most about this trip?" He murmurs.

I shake my head. "What?"

Ezra pulls me closer to him with a sigh. "It's the fact that I can hold you and touch you among a sea of people and no one would give a shit."

The bustle and hustle of the park doesn't even distract me from the way his lips curl over each word.

He's right.

We're standing smack dab in the middle of this amusement park Judi found.

It's our last day in Minnesota, and by tomorrow morning, we're flying back out to New Orleans while Judi and Andre will return to Seattle.

"I love it too," I say softly.

We just stand there, swaying to soundless music. Or maybe it's just the sound of our hearts beating together, as one.

The world fades behind us, the murmurs, the cool night air, the sparkling lights…they all disappear into the back of my mind.

It's only Ezra I see, my tattooed man with curly dark hair and piercing gray eyes.

"These few days you've gone without your kutte, you look freer, more peaceful," I say. "Did you notice?"

He nods. "I did. That kutte is like a noose around my neck sometimes. We live and die by that kutte, it's our oath, our lives and our blood."

"That's a lot of pressure."

"It is, fuck–" he snorts, "–it is. Plus being VP, I'm held to such a high standard. Betrayal is not tolerated which is why it's been difficult to tell Ray about us."

My neck tilts, a frown on my face. "We will still tell Ray when we get back, right? Don't push this any farther, Ezra."

"We will. We will, I promise. But—"

"God, no."

I try to untangle my hands from his waist, but he holds me firm.

"Just listen to me, sweetheart. Please."

"What is it? Why does it look like you want to stall again? We take two steps forward and a hundred steps back."

"I know," he breathes. "I know how it looks. I know you feel I want to keep hiding you, keep our relationship a secret. But that's far from it—"

"What's the worst that Raymond would do, Ezra? If he tries to fight you, I'd be there. I wouldn't let it happen."

He goes quiet for a bit. "If Ray wants to kill me, Wren—which he would—you wouldn't be there in the first place. You haven't seen your brother mad, Wren. You haven't seen the things he can do. He killed that man."

My heart drops, and everything turns cold. "What man?"

He doesn't reply.

"What man, Ezra?"

"The man we took after Reggie shot you," he finally replies. "He was able to wring out some information about Smitties MC before Ray shot him and shipped him off to his clubhouse…in a body bag."

Bile rises up my throat, but I push down the burn, the nausea. I know they've killed people, I know they've hurt people…but jesus.

"That wasn't necessary," I say. I'm not even sure what I feel about this information, what to do. "Reggie didn't kill me."

"He didn't have to. He showed he could by grazing you with that bullet."

Ridiculously, we're still in this make-shift embrace. And people passing would think we're having a romantic moment.

If only they knew we're talking about deaths, bullets, and gangs.

Christ.

"But you already beat up Reggie. Killing him is asking for war."

"Then we'd have a fucking war."

Thunder rolls in the clouds, the sound causing screams to erupt from the crowd. Both excited screams and terrified screams.

Ezra's face is illuminated better when lightning strikes, and the air turns more chilly.

"That's a bad idea. You're putting your lives in danger," I scold.

"We need the war, Wren. Without it, we'd be left looking over our shoulders every single time. We need to know exactly what they want—or who they want."

A drop of rain hits my cheek bone.

"I don't like this." My voice is louder over the chatter as people hurry away from the rides and toward shelter. "What happened to a normal conversation?"

A short burst of laughter spills from his lips. "We're a gang. We talk with our fists, guns and maybe a few knives."

"Is this really the life you want? A life of violence? You told me once you wanted out, do you still want to leave?"

Large palms cup my face, a rough finger tucking my hair behind my ears. "It's not that easy, baby. I got into this life because I needed revenge on Tony. And I needed a shelter I could hide in while executing that revenge."

"You wanted the crime but didn't want to go to jail?"

"Exactly." He nods. "If I killed Tony as a random boy seeking revenge, I'd be rotting away in jail. Your brother would put me there. And so I started with Mitch, needed a gang that hated your brother and your family."

"Unfortunately he hated you."

"Which is why I had to change my tactic. I was years too late to end Tony Carlisle, which is why I've spent years in this life that it's now the only thing I know."

"You have a thriving business."

He tsks. "I know. And I'll leave. But I can't just leave like that. I have to make sure I'm leaving with you as mine, I need to make sure everyone in Raven Reapers is safe and free from any other threats…I can't leave if there are loose ends."

I sigh, pressing my lips to his chest and gaze up at him again. "You're selfless. I trust you, Ezra. I'm patient, whenever you decide we tell Ray, I'll be right there with you."

"You're perfect, incredible." He breathes, kissing my forehead.

And just like that, the heavens open and rain pours down on us. I gasp at the downpour.

It's not gentle like the first few drops or the drizzle, it's harsh, soaking us immediately.

"We need to find shelter!" Ezra yells. "Where's Judi and Andre?"

When he grabs me so we can get out of the rain, I stay put.

He gives me a look. "Come on, Wren. We're soaked."

"Have you ever kissed in the rain?" I ask.

"Huh?" He yells.

"Have you ever kissed in the rain?!!"

"No! Why would anyone do that?!"

"Because it's fun." I laugh. "Let's kiss in the rain."

He runs a hand through his hair. "Baby, this isn't rain. It's a fucking flood-fest!"

"Even better."

With a small sigh, he faces me. His eyes bounce between mine, hands tightening gently around mine.

Another lightning strikes.

His dark hair is matted to his head, face and clothes wet, soaked. I'm not any better, I can feel it.

"The things we do for the people we love," he mutters but I catch it.

My eyes light up when he pulls me closer to him by my waist. Then, something incredibly crazy happens.

Ezra. Dips. Me.

He spins me, and dips me.

"You need me to act out a movie scene? Huh? My little main character?"

"Yes." I laugh, squeezing my eyes shut from the rain.

"I've got you, pretty girl."

He presses his lips against mine, slowly pulling me up before I choke on rain water in my nose. We stand upright and kiss better.

Tongues exploring, sweeping in each other's mouth like a lovers dance, gentle, soft…and warm even in the cold.

For a minute, time disappears. And it's just us two, standing in the middle of the amusement park, and kissing each other without a care in the world.

Exactly like a scene in a movie.

A gust of wind blows and a violent shiver works through my body. Hard enough for Ezra to feel it.

He pulls away with a chuckle. "I think we can leave now, else you're gonna get a cold."

"I th-th-think I've alread-d-dy caught a c-c-c-c-co—"

A loud laugh rips from his throat, eyes twinkling. "I get it. Come on."

Just then, we see Judi and Andre jogging through the rain toward us.

Judi frowns at us. "Yikes, you both look like drowned rats," she snorts. "Is that foreplay?"

"Yes." Ezra grins. "I like my woman thoroughly wet. Soaked."

I smack him. "Ez-z-z—"

"I'll help you." He laughs. "Ezra!"