All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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

Wren“I can’t believe you, Wren!” Ray pulls into the driveway.“You had no right, Ray! No right!” I get out of the car, slamming the door shut as I march into the house.He’s right behind me, fuming. “Of all people? Ezra? That man is thirty-three! He’s older than you by a decade!”“I’m twenty four!” “It doesn’t change anything!” The door flings open. “You will not see him again. I won’t allow it.”I whirl on him, glaring through blurry vision. “You are not my dad, Raymond. Stop dictating my life!”“I’m the closest thing you have to a dad. What the fuck, Wren? You lied to me! You wanted to pick a fight with me when I asked, meanwhile you were lying all along? Can you see what a bad influence he is on you?”“Ezra’s not a bad influence. He’s the love of my life!” I scream. “I love that man. He’s been nothing but the best, in every way, and in every thing!”“You know nothing about love. You were in love with Tristan, nearly got married to a man that would raise his hands on you. And now,

Wren“You’re going to kill him!” I wail. “Ray, stop! Please, somebody stop him!”Ray hits him, over and over.I can hardly see through the tears spilling down my cheeks. My heart is in my throat, snort drips down my nose.I struggle, god, I struggle beneath Lizzy and Mrs Dee’s grip. “Please, Liz. P-please…please…”I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I’m begging. For Ray to stop, for Lizzy and Mrs Dee to let me go…for someone to stop Ray from killing Ezra.It goes on for what feels like hours. The sound of flesh pounding on flesh is loud. I hear Ezra’s grunt and groans from the feet apart, I see the blood that covers his face.And I can’t stop crying. My heart squeezes in my chest, my hands ache from struggling against their grip.“Raymond!!!” I shriek. “Raymond, please! I’m begging you, I’m b-begging you!”My cries fall on deaf ears. The rough sand digs into my knees, I can feel the skin breaking.Punch after punch.Hit after hit.Heartbreaking sobs pull from my lips, as I stare he

WrenI blink up at the ceiling, eyes raw and dry, like they’ve been stuffed with cotton balls.It’s been a week since Ray found out about Ezra and I. It’s been a week since little MaryAnne was born. And it’s been a week since I heard from Ezra.I’ve called, left tons of voice messages, even texted…but he hasn’t picked up, neither has he responded.Is this how it’s going to be? Is this…over?My throat closes at the thought, and I swallow.“Wren.” I feel a tap on my knee and I jerk.My hand flies to my chest—soothing my racing heart—when I see Quincy. “Jesus, Quincy. You almost gave me a heart attack.” “I’ve been knocking for a while.” She smiles softly, settling on the bed. “When I came in, I called your name for a couple seconds, you didn’t answer.”I sit up, blinking. “I…wow…I’m sorry,” I shake my head. “I didn’t hear you come in. Are you supposed to be moving about? Where’s MaryAnne?”“Asleep.”“And…Ray?”“He’s out.” She sighs. “Wren, you’ve been cooped up in here since we got back

Wren[Two Days Later]“Congratulations! You’re two weeks pregnant, Miss Carlisle.” The doctor, Felicia, smiles warmly at me.I inhale sharply. Everything in me stills, completely.A lump slides down my throat. “H-how?”“Uh…” she frowns. “I don’t think—”“I m-mean we were careful, my partner and I,” I explain, heart pounding. “I’m on the pill.”“Oh dear, sometimes these things happen. Having a baby is…”My brain tunes her out as I slowly splay my shaky hands across my belly.A baby.How could I not have noticed that I’d missed my period? I’ve always taken the pills, religiously.But more importantly, what would Ezra say? We never got to properly talk about our future, babies, marriage.Tristan is still out there, Reggie. Ezra’s not taking my calls, Ray and I are not on speaking terms…And now, a baby?MaryAnne was born just last week.A single tear rolls down my cheek, hot and fat. “Is everything okay?” Felicia’s voice pulls me back to the present.I swipe my cheek harshly, sniffling.