All Chapters of Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

WrenQuincy holds up two similar onesies in different colours. “What do you think?”“Hm.” I squint. “Definitely purple.”“You don’t like pink?” She pouts, brows raised.“I do—you know what? Let’s get both.”Her head bobs on an excited nod, and she stuffs both in the cart. When Quincy called and asked if I’d like to escort her to do some shopping for the baby, I couldn’t say no.Being cooped up at home, occasionally surrounded by Ezra is bad for my mental health. It’s been three weeks of hot sex, fighting practice, deep conversations, and so much fluff and sweetness…my heart is already halfway into the dreaded ‘L’ zone.Quincy and I head down more aisles, and I notice all the pink she’s getting.“Are you having a girl?” I ask.She shrugs. “I have no idea, but I have a feeling.”A laugh bubbles out of me. “You’re getting so much pinks and purples and you don’t know yet?”“Hey!” She scolds playfully. “Ray and I would know by next month, but…I want a baby shower.”“You both want to be

Wren“Hey, Birdie.” A low murmur sounds in my sleep, followed by soft, wet pecks on my lips and cheeks. “Darling, get up.”I stretch, eyes fluttering open to see Ezra smiling down at me.I offer a sleepy smile in return, yawning. “Hey, baby.”His eyes light up as he presses his lips against mine in a short, sweet kiss.“Remember that date?” He asks.“Mhm.”“You might want to start getting ready.”I blink slowly. The words filter through my sleep-muddled brain, and then they click.I shoot up from my bed. “Oh shit! What time was it supposed to be?”My limbs knock something down, and it lands with a soft thud. When I move towards it, Ezra slips a knee on the bed and wraps a hand around my throat.His lips come down on me, hard. I moan in his mouth, responding with the same urgency. My stomach clenches, nipples hardening into firm peaks.I grip his arms for some needed balance as he rocks my world with his mouth. When his tongue pistons in and out of my mouth, I taste metal.And I shud

EzraI frown, pinching the bridge of my nose.“Birdie…”“You only need sex from me—”“That’s a fucking lie, Wren.” My frown deepens. “And you know it. I brought you because I needed to show you off, but obviously I can’t do that without us getting caught, so I rented this place.”The chair creaks loudly as she stands. “I…I need to use the bathroom.”“Wren…”Before I can stand, she’s already walking away from me. My hands ball into fists as she disappears down the corner, and I groan.This was supposed to be a beautiful night. I had plans, and I ruined them all by myself.I contemplate going after her when my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s a text…from AJ.“Terry is going to be at the pit tomorrow by nine p.m.” the text reads.The pit. Memories threaten to filter in but I push them away.My jaw ticks, and I text back. “Which of them is Terry?” A picture drops. One of the three men that came concerning Wren’s stupid ex. And one of the men that set our clubhouse on fire.“Thanks,”

Wren“Oh, honey…” My bottom lip juts out as Hannah sniffles, a tear rolling down her cheeks. “Come here.”She runs into my arms and I pick her up, giving her a long hug.“I’ll come back before you know it,” I whisper. “I promise. I’ll make sure your daddy brings me back.”“T-tomorrow?”Ezra gives a subtle shake of his head, but I see how it breaks him. Noah stands beside Beth, not seeming to care either way.Hannah and Noah are so different. But their difference makes everything better.When Ezra and I arrived at Beth’s late last night, I didn’t expect Hannah to be all over me the next morning. We spent the whole day together with Noah chipping in whenever he feels like it.It was a perfect day, and now we’re leaving but Hannah doesn’t want me to.And I don’t want to leave her either.“Look at me,” I urge. “How about you and I plan a special hangout few weekends from now. I’ll stay the whole weekend with you.”Her big blue eyes widen. “Really?”“Yes.” I look at Ezra who just shrugs. H

[One Month Later]Wren“Birdie!”I’m yanked out of my thoughts by Ezra’s voice. He frowns at me, brows furrowed.“Is everything okay?” He asks, stepping further into my room.I blink at my phone, then at him. “Yes, why?”His frown deepens, and he searches my eyes. “You’re not dressed yet,” he says. “You know you can tell me anything right?”How can I tell him that I’ve been constantly harassed by a biker gang that wants him? Everyday Mitch calls, and everyday I have to hide to take the call.Ezra’s been suspicious, and I’ve begged Mitch to leave him alone, but he threatened Ray and Quincy.How am I supposed to hand over the man I love to Mitch? Why do I even have to be the one to do it?Those are questions I’ve asked but never got a response.“Right, I’m sorry,” I chuckle nervously. “I was just thinking.”Slightly, his head tilts. “You’ve been zoning out an awful lot these days, darling. Are you sure you’re okay?”I manage a small smile. “I am, I promise. It’s probably mood swings.”E