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7: Be A Liar

Author: Lily S. W
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-19 16:29:19

Wren

Ezra barges into the room, alongsideTorch and Lizzy.

“Wren!” Ezra rushes to my side, where I’m crumpled on the floor, trembling. “What’s wrong?”

I’m immediately crowded but I can’t speak, tears leaking from my eyes.

Someone presses a hand to my forehead. “She’s fine, definitely not a fever.”

From the corner of my eye, Ezra picks up my phone. He scrolls a bit, and his jaw tightens.

“Birdie…”

The way he says my name only makes me cry harder.

“He’s dead, Ezra,” I sob, a slobbering mess.

My tears mix with snot, and the salty taste slips past my lips, coating my tongue.

“Who’s dead?” Torch whispers, but I catch it.

The phone conversation plays over and over in my mind.

“Can you both leave us,” Ezra says to Lizzy and Torch. “Only for a bit. I need to talk with her.”

“Of course, VP. Call us if you need us.” Torch nods.

Lizzy leans down, rubbing my back. “It‘s okay, pretty girl. You’ll be alright.”

No, I wouldn’t be, is what I want to scream. I want to roar the words out, but they get
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  • Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl   21: Come And Get It

    EzraThe men walk out after their threat, and I don’t look at Wren. I physically can’t bring myself to because I know exactly what I’ll find.I turn on my heels, heading up the stairs.“No, you don’t!” She screams, her footsteps following after me until it stops. “Let me go, Raymond, I swear to god…get back here, Ezra!”My door slams shut, drowning out the mumbling from downstairs. I sink down on my bed, hand in my hair.Before I can process, the door flies open and Wren storms in.“You killed him?” She snaps. “I begged you to find his killer, yet you looked me in the eye and you lied to me.”“I didn’t kill him.”She laughs. It’s short, bitter. “There you go, lying again.”“I beat him up, yes, but he was still breathing when I left.”And that’s the truth. If I wanted to kill him, I would’ve. I never miss.“So you beat him?”I nod. “Yes.”“You stripped him?”“Yes.”“And you tied him to the balcony?”“I did.”Her eyes dim, almost like she’s disappointed in me. “You’re even more horrible

  • Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl   20: ‘Us’ Equals Minus Me

    WrenIt’s been two weeks since that fiasco. Safe to say Ezra and I have gone back to being very unfriendly. Maliciously so.“Chirp!” Raymond walks over to where I’m seated beside Torch, munching on a Pringle. He hands me a flask. “Quincy sent you some chicken soup.”My smile is wide, the scent making my tastebuds water. “Really? That’s so sweet of her, she knows I’d rather soon die of starvation.”“You’re not starving.” Ray laughs. “I’d say you’ve put on some weight.”“Lies!” I yell, jogging to the kitchen so I can turn the food into a plate.“Birdie!” Ezra pokes his head in, and my excitement dies.“Go back into your hole, Ezra.” I grab a spoon and my food, heading back to Ray.He smiles when I settle on the stool beside him. “How’s Quincy, does she know I miss her?” Ray’s girlfriend is the absolute best. I had visited her once this week.“She misses you too. You know, I wanted you to move in, but she’s pregnant. And you’re kind of a target now.”“It’s fine, I understand. You need

  • Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl   19: Maybe I Lied

    Wren He tsks. “How do you sound?”My hands freeze on his skin. “Excuse me?”“If we weren’t interrupted,“ he drawls. “I would have found out what you sound like when you come.”“You wouldn’t have because I wouldn’t let you touch me.” I tie up the thread and place a band aid over it, a little harder than necessary.He hisses, chuckling. “I would believe you, I swear. But if I recall, you were begging me to kiss you. ‘Kiss me, Ezra,’ who said that?”Heat flares up my cheeks, and I glare. “Adrenaline, Ezra.”“I have a sudden urge to test that theory right now.”His fingers skim my thighs, exposed by the small sleeping shorts I decided to wear. My skin pebbles.I jump away from him. “Touch me again, and you won’t have any fingers left.”“Feisty.”“For someone that’s not attracted to me, you do touch me a lot.”His intense stare is fixed on me, hands brushing his trim beard.He just sits there lazily, toned chest on display, abs rippling. Gray sweatpants clad his lower body, thighs spread

  • Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl   18: Might Need Stitches

    WrenThat word is enough to put our masks back on, shoving the last five minutes to the back of our brains.“Birdie, you know I’m not myself, not with losing so much blood,” Ezra says, tugging on a fresh shirt. “I’m still not attracted to you.”My smile is tight, his words cutting me regardless. “Likewise. Mine is definitely the adrenaline. I’ll go see my brother now.”I walk past him. He doesn’t look at me, or say anything. Not when I walk past him, and definitely not when I walk out of the room.Ray stands at the bottom of the stairs, hands on his hips.“Ray,” I call. My voice is soft, shaky.He turns immediately, and rushes up the stairs in a minute.“Chirp!” He pulls me into his chest, his heart pounding hard against my ears. He holds me away, inspecting me. “Are you hurt? Is that blood?”His finger wipes at something on my neck, and I remember Ezra’s hands there a few minutes ago.“It’s not mine,” I say. “It’s Ezra’s, I was cleaning him up.”“Jesus, this is crazy,” he mutters, r

  • Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl   17: Take Off Your Shirt

    WrenOne moment I’m dancing and laughing with Lizzy. The next moment rapid gun fires sound. I’m frozen to the spot, watching the ladies scream and run while the men fire back, pushing some ladies into hiding.It’s like an out of body experience. Seeing, yet unseeing.“Wren, what the fuck are you doing? Run!” Lizzy’s voice snaps me out of it. She tugs at my arm, running with me.My heart hammers in my chest, and blood roars in my ears, drowning the chatters.Someone drops to the ground in front of me. “Shit!” Lizzy cusses, running over to the man. “He’s hurt, Wren. I need to grab him before he bleeds out, go inside but be careful, they may be in there.”My throat tightens, crippling fear makes me tremble, my knees turn to jelly. “I c-can’t. I’ll stay here with—”“Wren! Fucking hell!” I spot Ezra as he marches up to me, a gun in his hands firing. “Why are you just standing there? Do you want to get nicked?” He scolds, grabbing my arm. He looks over at Lizzy. “I’ll send someone to as

  • Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl   16: I Hate You Too

    EzraThe car ride back is gruesome, and I can feel the irritation rolling off Wren in waves. My lips twitch.“I think if I start walking back, I’ll get there before you do,” she grumbles, pink lips in a pout.I don’t have it in me to respond. I’m busy managing the throbbing pain in my leg.“Just let me drive, Ezra,” she snaps, spinning to face me. “What is your problem? You’re obviously in pain, yet you want to keep torturing yourself…and me with this snail pace.”I give her a brief look. “I can’t let you drive, Wren.”“Why not?”“Because I don’t trust your driving,” I reply. “Hell, I don’t know when or how you got your license.”She slaps a palm on her face. “Then let me prove my driving to you!”“No, thanks.”“At this rate, we’ll probably arrive in two months.”A chuckle actually falls from my lips at that. “You’re very impatient—”“Of course I am,” she bites back. “Let me drive, Ezra. Stop the goddamn car.”“Birdie…”“I’m not playing around. Either you hit the gas, or you pull the

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