Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl
“Do you feel that, Wren? That pull between us?” His eyes darken, flicking to my mouth. “It’s wrong. Your brother would slit my throat for even standing this close. But tell me, little bird—” his breath ghosts against my skin, “—are you trembling because you hate me… or because you’ve wanted this as much as I have?”
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Wren thought she’d left the chaos of New Orleans behind; the club life, the blood-soaked loyalty, the men who lived and died by their kuttes. Seattle gave her everything she could ever want—freedom, love, a future.
But one betrayal sends it all crashing down.
Dragged back home by tragedy, Wren finds herself under the watchful eye of Ezra Jax, the vice president of the Raven Reapers MC, and her brother’s best friend. He’s infuriating, dangerous, and far too tempting.
But the deeper she’s pulled into his world, the more she realizes that nothing about her past or Ezra, is what she thought.
Yet in the chaos of gang wars, debts, and betrayals, he’s the one who never leaves her side. The more she fights him, the harder she falls. And the more he pushes her away, the more dangerous his pull becomes.
Because in this world, love isn’t sweet. It’s brutal, bloody, and bound to break them both.
When loyalty is everything and love can cost your life, will Wren risk her heart on the one man she was never meant to love?
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Chapter: 5: Well PlayedWren“May he rest in peace, and may those who loved him find strength in one another as they carry on,” the funeral officiant concludes.We bow our heads as the casket is lowered to the ground. Ray and I grab fistfuls of damp earth and throw it down on the casket.The words on the tomb stone blur together, and it takes me a minute to realize my cheeks are wet. I sniffle, and pat my cheeks with a napkin.Ray slips a hand in mine, stone-faced. The hum of motorcycles sounds in the distance, and I don’t have to look to know that some of the bikers are here.Including Ezra who’s been missing for a week, and suddenly, he’s appearing beside Ray.“I’m sorry for your loss, accept my condolences,” Ezra says, then gives me an acknowledging nod. “Little bird.”“Yeah,” I croak, hand tightening in Ray’s.My dad was a deadbeat, but he was still my dad. There are no fond memories of us, and at this moment, I wish there was. Even if only one.“Come on.” Ray tugs me toward his car, Ezra lagging behind.
Last Updated: 2025-09-10
Chapter: 4: A StunnerEzra“You’re not gonna say thanks?” I ask.She blinks at me. “For what?”“For dragging your luggage up these stairs, for helping you Wren,” I reply with a scoff, baffled.“I’m sure you get plenty of thanks around here, Ezra,” she replies. “If I don’t give you one, you’re not gonna die.”Wren slams the door shut in my face, and my lips twitch.Well… fuck my life.Gone is the blushing twenty-one year old with bangs, and in its place is a twenty-four year old feisty vixen. Now that Wren’s back, and obviously very mouthy, I’m in for one hell of a ride.Wren has always disliked me, and I have no idea why. Or maybe I do. It wasn’t always like this, though. I like to think we were friends back in the day.And all of a sudden, she just… switched. Like a fucking light bulb. At the time, she would just ignore me and then avoid me until she left for Seattle. Now, she’s hell bent on giving me hell, isn’t she?I give the door one last look, chuckling to myself before heading back downstairs to t
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Chapter: 3: Little BirdWrenThe moment I step out into the lobby, a call comes in from my brother, I assume.“Ray, hi.” I pick up, dragging my luggage while my eyes bounce along faces, searching for him. “I’m at the lobby.”“Little bird.” The voice comes in. Not my brother’s voice, but I can recognize that deep baritone even in my sleep. My blood runs cold. I rip the phone from my ears, staring at the jumble of numbers on my screen.“Ezra,” I deadpan. “What do you want?”“Your brother asked me to pick you up,” he replies, sounding smug as ever.My jaw tightens. “You’re kidding.”“Nah,” he chuckles, the sound infuriating. “I see you. Look to your left.”Instinctively, I do. My eyes find him immediately, his long legs striding towards me.Ezra Jax, my brother’s best friend, and right hand man. I clench my jaw as he approaches, towering over me.“Birdie.” His lips tilt upward into his famous smirk.I scowl. “Thought I was getting Raymond.”“Raymond had business. You get me.” His voice dips, familiar gray ey
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Chapter: 2: ChirpWrenMy head whips to the side from the impact and I clutch my face. That’s when the tears fall. They stream down my face in uncontrollable waves.I sink my hand into the cake and throw a fistful at him, immediately regretting it when I see the unimpressed look in his eyes.Redness crawls up his neck to his face, his fists clench at his side.His large hands fall on my shoulders. “Are you out of your goddamn mind?” He hisses, shaking me violently, fingers digging into my skin.“Let me go!” I grab and kick him, struggling beneath his grip.“I told you to leave minutes ago, but you didn’t,” he says. “Now, I’m going to make you leave.”He throws me to the ground. I land with an ‘oof’, the breath leaving my lungs. “Oh my god! Someone call security!” Someone screams, and just like that people rush to my aid.They manage to tug Tristan from me before he gets another hit in. I’m roughly surrounded, laying beneath a sea of heels, shoes and sequins while I pray that I’m not trampled upon.I c
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Chapter: 1: Something StupidWren“Congratula—” I squint at my screen, the caption refusing to settle. Tilting the phone, I blink hard and try again. The phone automatically refreshes and my stomach dips at the video that pops up.I ditch the caption and watch the video. There plastered on social media is my fiancé… at the altar with someone that isn’t… me.I close my eyes, hoping that I’m wrong and it’s just my brain fogging up like it usually does. When I open them again, the video is still there.“W-wh—” No words come out. Confusion, hurt, anger, they all slam into me at once. In a minute, I shoot to my feet.This better be a rehearsal dinner, Tristan. It better be a joke.My phone rings and I pick it up without looking, dragging a dress over my head at the same time.“Wren!” My friend, Judi’s voice greets me from the other end. “Are you seeing what I’m seeing?”“If you’re talking about Tristan then—”“Yes, I’m talking about Tristan. What the heck is going on, Wren? Did you guys break up?”I slip into comfort
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