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109: That’s My Line
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Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 111: A Dead Man Walking
EzraNothing, and I mean, absolutely nothing could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.Rage bubbles in my chest, hot and fiery. I push him off Wren so hard, he tumbles into the glass center table.I’m on Wren immediately, catching her frame before she sags to the floor. She sputters for breath, chest rising and falling rapidly.“Hey, baby.” I brush her neck, fingerprints already forming. “You’re okay. I’m here.”She trembles. “Ezra—watch out!” Her eyes widen and I turn in time to get smacked in the face by Tristan’s fist.“Fucking hell,” I cuss, jaw ticking.Pushing to my feet, I glare at the bastard. “You know, I started to suspect this. That you weren’t dead, because I didn’t kill you. Now, I fucking wish I did.”“You really should’ve.” He grins, clenching and unclenching his fists.I pop my neck. “Walk away now, Tristan. I’m giving you the opportunity to, and don’t get me wrong, I’ll regret it. Which is why you should take it.”His eyes flicker from me to the door, and t
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 110: Poorly Security Conscious
WrenI stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the center table.“Tristan? W-what? How?” I stammer, hands going cold.His neck tilts eerily, and I gulp. “You sent your boy toy to beat me up, didn’t you?”“No!” I blurt. “I didn’t, I’d never. B-but you’re…alive?”He spreads his arms. “Very much alive.”“He didn’t kill you,” I whisper. “All the accusations, the hands pointing at Ezra, blaming him for your death. But you’re still alive?”“He failed and it’s going to bite him in the ass.”“You’re sick. You’re all sick!”“I thought you loved me, Wren. I thought you actually–” he shakes his head.“You left me Tristan. Made a fool out of me. Why?” My nose burns with unshed tears. “We were engaged!”“Where’s your ring?”“What?”“Where is your fucking ring, Wren?!”I press my lips together, twiddling with my fingers. “You don’t expect me to still keep a ring when there’s no wedding.”He snorts, digs his hands into his pockets and holds up the familiar dainty ring. My mouth dries. “Where…how d
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 109: That’s My Line
Wren[Earlier]“Don’t tell me you’re still in bed, you log of lazy ass wood!” “Wow.” My lips twists bitterly. “Hell to you too, Judi. You reek of jealousy.”Her head pushes further into the screen, a pout on her face. “You’re right. I’m so jealous! I wish I could sleep in, but I have a job!”“A job you love.”“Uh no. I hate it,” she snorts. “I just love my boss. There’s a difference.”I lift a brow. “Does the boss you love know you hate your job?”“Oh yes. Yes, he does. It’s the song I sing in his office every morning, after we have our office sex.”I grimace. “Gross, Judi.”“Oh shut up. I bet if you worked for Ezra, you’d also have hot office sex.” She rolls her eyes so hard I fear for a second that they’d get stuck up there. “Where’s your hot piece of boyfriend though? Ezra Jax?!” She screeches.“Jesus, Judi! It’s too early to be screaming. What? Did Andre pump you with caffeine so you could ride his dick enthusiastically?”Her jaw drops, and her eyes widen exaggeratedly. “How did
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 108: An Invasion Of Privacy
EzraI shrug on my armless jacket—careful not to jerk my injured arm—and hover over Wren’s sleeping form.“My pretty girl,” I murmur, and plant soft kisses on her cheeks and face.She mumbles something in her sleep, her nose scrunching up adorably before she rolls on her other side.A smile spreads across my face. “Sweetheart?” I try again, this time, tapping her softly.Finally, she rolls on her back and her eyes flutter open. Bright blue, sleepy eyes stare up at me, a pout on her lips.“Hey.” I push her hair away from her face, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Good morning, Birdie.”She smiles softly. “Hi.” Her eyes rake down my body, and a frown replaces her smile. “Where are you going?”“Remember the meeting we have at the clubhouse? The mole?”“Oh!” Her eyes widen and she sits up. “I should come.”“Yea. Tried waking you up earlier, but you didn’t budge.”She yawns loudly. “I feel so exhausted.”“Rest up then. I’ll come home to meet you.”“No, no. I’ll come to the clubhouse.” She
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 107: Looks Like A Mosquito Bite
WrenWe hear the car pull into the driveway and before I can help Quincy to her feet, the door clicks upon and Ray marches in.I don’t see Ezra behind him.“Ray, is—”“Ezra’s waiting in the car, Chirp. Help him clean up his wound.”My stomach dips. “Wound?”He sighs and settles on the sofa beside Quincy. “I’ll explain later, but for now, we need to breathe. Go.”“O-okay. Bye guys.” I grab my bag and rush out of the house.Sure enough, Ezra’s engine is still purring in the driveway. “Baby.” I slam the door shut. “What hap—”My eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets when I see his arm. He’s shirtless, the white shirt he wore is now soaked in blood and wrapped around his arm.Bile rises in my throat. “Jesus, Ezra. What is—what the hell happened?”He gives me a small grin and pulls out of the driveway. “It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.”“Your shirt is soaked.”“I just have a lot of blood. How’re you, sweetheart?”My mouth opens and closes. “I should be asking you. Christ, Ezra…thi
Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl 106: We Have A Mole
Ezra“You good, Kelsie?” Ray asks.I stare at her through the rear mirror as she bobs her head with a happy smile on her face. Donovan types away on his phone, a permanent scowl on his face.He always looks grumpy. Though, I’ve not really gotten to know him, but he’s…efficient. “For someone who doesn’t know what we’re walking into, you’re not worried at all,” I say to Kelsie, making the turn to the pit.She shrugs. “I trust you guys.”So much faith in us. Faith that I, myself didn’t have enough of. Ray and I glance at each other, matching frowns on our faces.“That’s their car.” Ray points to the black jeep at the distance and my phone beeps.Donovan and Ray step out and I use that opportunity to quickly read the text from AJ.AJ: If you’re with Wren, go back. I’m here, and I’ve been instructed to grab her no matter what.I look back at Kelsie, relief washing over me as I shoot back a text.Me: She’s here. We’ll try to talk to Lydia.AJ: Christ, Ezzy. Fine, do what you want. Don’t re
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