Falling For The Biker: The Vice President's Girl Chapter 99

Ezra

I see Wren with Torch and Lizzy chatting away at the bar and I walk towards them.

"I'm still in awe of how different you look," Lizzy gushes. "Maybe I should come live with EJ too."

I clear my throat and slide up beside Wren who scoots away, subtly, nearly bumping Torch.

She's still upset.

"A whiskey, please?" I say to Lizzy, looking around the bar. "Where's Tessa though?"

Tessa, the new bartender we recruited.

Torch snorts. "She got booted!"

"What? Why?"

"Made a pass at Prez," Lizzy replied, sliding a glass to me. "When he refused,obviously, she got bitter and said some things."

"You're kidding." Wren's eyes widen.

"I absolutely kid you not."

"She deserves it. There are rules in place for reasons," I say.

"What rules? Don't make a pass at the president?"

"And vice," I add. "But no, that's not it. Don't bad mouth. If you can badmouth your president, you can betray him. It's simple logic."

Wren scoffs. "No, that makes no sense."

"Don't tell me you guys are back to fighting each other," Lizzy frowns.

I knock back the remaining content in my glass. "I'm not fighting."

"Me neither."

Lizzy's gaze bounces between Wren and I, and I fix my gaze on Wren who turns away from me.

"I'll go meet Ray now," I announce to no one in particular, and as I pass Wren, I let my hands skim the slope of her neck.

I don't miss her shudder, but I also don't turn back to see the expression in her gaze.

Ray's office is halfway open when I step in. He looks up and breathes.

"EJ, man." He walks over, pulling me into a bro-hug as he slaps my back. "Things have been shit here. I was expecting you'd come around some days, but…"

"Yea, I'm sorry about that. The kids didn't want me to leave, and every day I kept postponing until it was time to come back."

That's the most believable excuse and when he nods with a small smile, I know he's bought the lie.

Only for a few weeks, I tell myself. After that, Wren and I will have the talk with him.

God, I hope it turns out well.

I just need everywhere to be a bit lighter, the air less tense, and Ray more relaxed.

"We all need a vacation. After Quincy pops, I'd like us all to go somewhere, what do you think?"

I shrug. "Sounds good."

"Yea? Let's just make it out alive shall we?"

"I'm sure it's not that bad."

"My estranged mother is the president of the MC that's after my sister—"

"Who is Wren's real mom?" I ask. "It's obvious it isn't Lydia. You both don't look alike either, but you both have a physical feature of Tony."

He sighs. "Honestly? I have no idea who her real mom is, or if she's even still alive. My dad had multiple affairs."

"Jesus, I've not met a more horrible man."

"Ditto."

We take a seat and he begins to update me on everything he has.

"Lydia reached out," Ray says quietly. "She called actually—"

"An actual phone call?"

He nods. "Yes. She said she didn't know if to be disappointed or proud of me. Said she's willing to let everything go and put this whole thing to die, but all she needs is Wren."

"Wren?" I frown. "For what? And why?"

"I have no idea, man. But…."

"You're not thinking of handing Wren over, right?"

"Of course, not!" he exclaims. "What the fuck kind of question is that? My sister comes first in this messed up shit. I can't be loyal to a woman that left me—us—before we could even stand on our own."

Running a hand through my hair, I inhale deeply. "Tell me though, Ray. How do you feel about your mom reaching back out?"

"I wish she didn't bother. I wish she remained in the hole she crawled out of."

"Ray…"

"She's not a mother, never was. In fact, she and Tony fit together. They were the same careless parents, so I don't feel anything but annoyance because she's disrupting my life."

I lean forward. "So if push comes to shove, you have no problem–" I form a gun with my hands and fire, "–ending her?"

He blinks, lips set in a straight line. "No. I'll do whatever it takes to protect Wren."

"You never loved her? Missed her?"

"What's with these questions, EJ?" He scowls.

"Wren is the target. If something happens, I want to believe you wouldn't get caught up in some 'unresolved mommy issues' space."

"What the fuck, Ezra Jax?"

"Damn," I whistle. "You used my government name."

"You think you care about Wren more than I do?"

Yes.

"You think I'd have a frozen moment if anything happened to my baby sister? Think again, EJ, and don't go asking me stupid questions."

It takes a moment to reply, and finally, I nod. "Okay, I'm sorry."

He scoffs, pulling up his phone. "I haven't responded to her message where she's asking for Wren—for the second time."

"Tell her you know where Reggie is, and if anything happened to Wren, you'll make sure Reggie begs for death."

"That's careless," he shoots back.

"Is it?"

"Yes! Christ, what is wrong with you? I need you to be clear-headed right now, not impulsive."

My chest expands on a deep breath. "What do you suggest?"

"A deal."

"What?"

"It's the best way to approach this."

"You're using Wren as a bargaining chip?"

He pinches the bridge of his nose. "I am not. I'm simply saying some sort of deal will give us an edge."

"So what? You've already killed and shipped off one of their men."

"How about a decoy?" He suggests. I raise a confused brow, and he continues. "We say we'll bring Wren to a certain location. But obviously, we won't take Wren."

"What if they need picture evidence?"

"We can pre-take those."

"What will we do about Lydia?"

"I'll…I'll talk to her," he mutters.

My frown deepens. "Raymond. You just said you don't have any unresolved—"

"And I meant it. I'm in the best position to find out why she's after Wren. If I can find that out, I can talk her out of whatever it is."

I run a harsh hand down my face and shake my head. "That's a horrible idea."

"I don't see you spitting ideas, EJ."

"But I did. Threaten Reggie's life."

"That's the exact definition of a horrible idea. Let's do this my way, and if it backfires…we can use yours."

"Okay then. Suit yourself."

I'm only glad Wren isn't going to be anywhere near the scene. I would lose my shit if Ray suggested some shit like that.

Might as well expose our relationship in the process too.

"So I'll—"

My phone vibrates, and I tune out Ray's words as I shuffle for it.

When I open it, I regret it instantly.

Another picture of Wren and I, but this is from the initiation night. We were at the shed with the bikes.

I swallow.

I'm kneeling between her legs, the tattoos on my knuckles are obvious, and so is her hair, bright even in the dark.

It's not news what we're doing.

For the first time, I don't ignore these pictures anymore. My fingers type out just one question.

'What do you want?'

Ray clears his throat. "Are you listening, EJ?"

I blink at him and nod.

My phone buzzes.

'Now we're talking, Ezra Adonis Jax.'