บททั้งหมดของ Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Wren “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 in

WrenThe 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

Wren“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.

WrenEzra 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

WrenI’ve been cooped up in my room for two days straight. Thankfully, Lizzy and Mrs Dee have been nothing short of amazing. They bring me food, water and help me out when I need anything.I’m still pissed. At my brother, at Tristan’s death…and of course, at Ezra, the bane of my existence.I have also been grieving, consoling myself with memories, and pictures. But worse, I’ve been forcing myself to go through the brief text thread between Tristan and I when we first started talking.He didn’t know about my dyslexia until much later, so the conversations were filled with multiple errors on my end, until I called him and explained.He found it amusing, and that was what solidified my attraction to him. And now…he’s gone.I heave out a sigh, eyeballs dry and stuffy from crying too much.My stomach rumbles and just then, there’s a knock on my door.“Chirp!” Ray’s voice follows the knock. I roll my eyes, wincing at the pain that shoots up my head.Another knock follows. “Birdie, can