All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

131 Chapters

121: I’m Not Little

WrenI move to get up, give him some breathing space, but he latches onto my waist, keeping me in place.“Don’t leave,” he croaks.I shake my head. “I wasn’t. I just…you need to process.”He still doesn’t let go. “You’re pregnant? Are you sure?”My hands tremble when I take out the doctor’s reports from my bag and hand it to him. He scans it, and gulps.Slowly, he lifts his eyes to mine then to my tummy. And then, he splays his large, tattooed hand across my stomach. I inhale sharply.I don’t know what’s going through his head, or what he’s feeling. But since he hasn’t thrown me off his lap, it’s a good thing right? Right.“You’re really pregnant.” He huffs a laugh, and groans. “Ray is going to kill me this time, fuck!”“Are you…mad?”He frowns. “Mad? That you’re carrying my child?” I shrug wordlessly.He sighs, and cups my jaw, pressing his forehead to mine. “I could never be mad, Wren, never. But do you want to keep it?”“W-what do you think?”“I think we should,” he replies. “Ex

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

122: Fire Cracker

WrenI scramble off him and hold the phone to my ear, heart pounding.“Quincy? Is every—”“Donovan just called,” she whispers. “He’s coming home. And Ray doesn’t look like he’ll be sleeping anytime soon. Come home, Wren.”“B-but…I can still sneak back in, right?”She lets out a breath. “Yes. But if Donovan comes home before you, he’s going to be up patrolling. You know how he is.”“He’s so annoying, Jesus.” I pinch the corners of my eyes. “Alright, I’ll be coming home. Thank you.”The line goes quiet for a bit before she speaks. “You sound happier, better. I wish Ray could see how good you both are together.”I smile at Ezra and his brows draw closer, eyes narrowed as he sits up. “What?” He mouths.But I bite my lip, hiding my wide smile. “I am happier, Quincy.”“I’m happy for you. Come home soon, Ray’s asking why I’m still up. You know your brother, always sniffing around.”“I know. I’ll be leaving soon.”“Call me when you get here.” She hangs up before I can respond and I throw my

Last Updated : 2025-12-24

123: Perfect String Of Text

EzraI’ve barely settled back in the house when my phone lights up with a text.My brows pinch together when I see it’s from Wren.Pretty Girl: Hi, babe. I’ve gotten home safe.A perfect string of text. From…Wren?Plus, it’s way too soon to get to Ray’s. It’s been what? Five minutes? Ten?A bad feeling nags at the back of my mind but I shove it off. Maybe Quincy helped her type it out. But she’d have indicated. She always does.My stomach churns as I read the text over and over again.“Fuck it,” I mutter and punch down on the call button.It goes straight to voicemail.And that feeling intensifies, spreading across my chest and settling heavy on my shoulders. I try again…same thing.Then, I begin to pace, dialing Quincy’s number. She picks up immediately.“Ezra!” Her harsh whisper comes in. “Where is Wren? I need to go to bed—”I freeze. “She’s not…there?”“No. Wait…what do you mean?”“She sent me a text few seconds ago that she’s home. A perfect text, Quin. No fucking errors,” I ru

Last Updated : 2025-12-25

124: Better Start Talking

EzraThere’s some shuffling behind Ray’s door and my heart races as the footsteps come closer.Wren’s phone in my hand feels like a bomb, something I shouldn’t be holding. Not after everything that’s happened.“This visit couldn’t wait, babe?” I hear Ray’s annoyed mumble, and the door pulls open.His frown only deepens when he sees me. “What are you doing here?”Ray stands in front of me with a small sock in his hand—that could only belong to the baby—and a glare in his eyes.“Wren,” I begin. “She’s asleep,” he interrupts, and points his finger at me. “And you’re not welcome here. Stay away from my little sister.”And that fucking does it.The way he says ‘little’, like she’s a baby, a minor. Yet, she’s a full grown adult.Rage settles in my chest, all the anxiety I had earlier disappears. “This is not the time to be bitter, Ray.”“Bitter?” He scoffs and looks inside. “Is this what’s happening now, Quincy? You invited him for what exactly?”“Wren is in danger, Raymond. Let’s talk abo

Last Updated : 2025-12-26

125: That’s A Beautiful Name

EzraRay blinks. “Come again?”“What?” Quincy’s eyes widen. “What is he…h-how..why?”“Remember that day we were investigating the mole situation?” I ask Ray.He nods. “The day I found out about you and my little sister.”If that’s what he’ll use to remember that day, that’s fine. But I remember it as the day Tristan touched my girl.“Yea. I had rushed out mid investigation because I received a ton of emergency calls from Wren.”“W-what are you saying, EJ?”EJ. He’s not called me that since he found out about Wren and I, and this may sound crazy, but it assures me that our friendship can still be salvaged.Hopefully.“Tristan was in my home,” I reply.He stands to his feet, his chair nearly toppling. “You said Donovan was going to pick her up.”“Exactly.” I frown. “I asked Donovan to pick her up, but by the time I rushed home he was nowhere to be found. Instead, Tristan had his hands around Wren’s n-neck, he was ch-choking—”The words get lost in my throat. I can’t say them, I can’t ev

Last Updated : 2025-12-27

126: Ajax Jax

WrenI’m yanked out of the car by Donovan. I trip on the pavement, and fall.Pain flares up my knees, palms scratching on the pebbled floor. I wince, more tears filling my eyes as he pulls me up again. “Get up.”Something trickles down my knee caps and I don’t have to look to know I broke my skin from that fall and it’s bleeding.“W-why?” I whimper. “Ray trusted you.”“Ray’s a piece of shit, and so is Ezra. So shut the fuck up!” He sneers and drags me carelessly.Reggie and the others trail behind us, his cane hitting the pavement periodically. He mutters something that I don’t quite catch and I’m tossed into the building.It looks like a clubhouse, but way more empty with barely a handful of people who go silent when they see us.“Reggie.” Someone says, standing to his feet. “Ezra Jax’s girl?”“Yes.” Donovan answers, hands tightening around my arm.I try to wiggle away, but his grip only tightens, nearly cutting off my circulation. “You’re gonna pay for this,” I hiss. “Ezra and Ra

Last Updated : 2025-12-28

127: Nothing Good About The Morning

EzraMy fist cracks again across Tristan’s jaw, and he sputters, sagging in Torch’s arms.“EJ, that’s enough,” Torch says. You’re going to kill him.”I crack my bloody knuckles. “That’s the fucking point.”“We need him alive if we’re going to get Wren back safely.” Right. Tristan’s going to be our fucking bait. If the Smitties MC need Tristan, they’ll just have to give me Wren.My jaw ticks as I stare at Tristan’s bloody face, head bowed slightly as he’s held up by Torch.When I jerk my chin at Torch, he lets go. Tristan drops to the floor like a groaning sac of potatoes. His eyes are nearly swollen shut.“Take a picture,” I instruct.Torch clicks it and we head out of the basement. It’s almost seven a.m. and still no word from AJ.Ray’s been texting since five, but I had to hold him off while we wait for Clay, Rivers, Monty—Craig’s biker, and others.The moment we head downstairs, I hear the front door open.I need to fucking change that password.I’ve been too occupied since I came

Last Updated : 2025-12-31

128: Ray Of Sunshine

Wren“Does that hurt?” Ajax whispers, tugging at the rope on my wrist.I swallow and whisper back. “No.”“Sure?”“Yes.”He straightens, testing the rope one last time and the chair. I’m strapped to a chair in a beaten down warehouse.My wrists are tied behind my back, another rope wraps my torso around the chair. The position has my belly exposed and I wish I had my hands free so I can wrap them around.But I can’t.I fight the tears that spring to my eyes. They won’t see me cry. They don’t deserve my tears.It’s Ajax, Donovan and some other men that are in here with me. Reggie went through a door, leaving the scent of damp earth in the air.The only thing keeping in me check is that Ajax is here, and he said Ezra and Ray will be here soon.I hate to say it but right now, I want to be saved. Ajax and I can’t take all these people, it’ll be signing our death notes.No one says anything. It’s totally silent, all the men have hard expressions on their faces as they cling to their guns.“

Last Updated : 2026-01-01

129: I Don’t Speak Gibberish

WrenAnger rumbles in my chest. Hot. Fiery.“You just fucking cut me, Lydia!” I spit. “And for what?”She pauses, and tilts her neck. “Watch your tone.”“You cut me and I should watch my tone?” I scoff. “If I wasn’t tied up right now, god help me, Lydia...”I feel a tap on my shoulder and I clamp my mouth shut. A light warning from Ajax, probably asking me to tone it down until Ezra and Ray get here.“No, go on. What would you do?” She taunts, eyes glinting.My jaw ticks. “Release me and find out.”Reginald barks out a laugh, and Lydia joins in. Somehow, it’s a cue for the rest of the men to add their own nervous laughters.It only riles me up further. All the tears have stopped, in its place is rage.I struggle against the ropes around my wrist, and when I’m not able to break free, I snarl at all of them.“AJ, release—” A loud ringtone pierces through the air. It’s from Reginald, and he digs it out, brows pinched together.“Lyd,” he calls. “It’s Ezra Jax.”Lydia raises a brow at me,

Last Updated : 2026-01-01

130: My Baby. My Wren

EzraYou can never tell the thoughts or words that would go through your mind when your life flashes before your eyes.For some people, they might have a brief glimpse of all their memories.For some, it might be a loved one’s face at the back of their eyes.But for me…it’s…nothing.But before the nothing, there was a moment I gave it all up. My sympathy, my olive branch, my forgiveness.I pushed them all to the back of my mind, and I locked it there.No more.Not when I watched that bullet pierce through Wren’s stomach. Not when her body jerked from the force. And definitely not when I saw the blood soak her cardigan.And now, I don’t see anything except the faces of the people who hurt her. I don’t hear anything except for the ringing in my ears. I don’t feel anything.Because there’s just one primal instinct in me. And that is to kill. It’s fierce, it’s violent…it’s hungry.And it wants blood.I know there’s chaos surrounding me. In the farthest distance of my mind I can hear some

Last Updated : 2026-01-03

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