Falling For The Biker: The Vice President’s Girl

“Do you feel that, Wren? That pull between us?” His eyes darken, flicking to my mouth. “It’s wrong. Your brother would slit my throat for even standing this close. But tell me, little bird—” his breath ghosts against my skin, “—are you trembling because you hate me… or because you’ve wanted this as much as I have?”

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Wren thought she’d left the chaos of New Orleans behind; the club life, the blood-soaked loyalty, the men who lived and died by their kuttes. Seattle gave her everything she could ever want—freedom, love, a future.

But one betrayal sends it all crashing down.

Dragged back home by tragedy, Wren finds herself under the watchful eye of Ezra Jax, the vice president of the Raven Reapers MC, and her brother’s best friend. He’s infuriating, dangerous, and far too tempting.

But the deeper she’s pulled into his world, the more she realizes that nothing about her past or Ezra, is what she thought.

Yet in the chaos of gang wars, debts, and betrayals, he’s the one who never leaves her side. The more she fights him, the harder she falls. And the more he pushes her away, the more dangerous his pull becomes.

Because in this world, love isn’t sweet. It’s brutal, bloody, and bound to break them both.

When loyalty is everything and love can cost your life, will Wren risk her heart on the one man she was never meant to love?

1: Something Stupid

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 into comfortable shoes. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m about to find out. Read me the address, please.”

She rattles it off then adds, "Don't do anything stupid.”

“When have I ever done anything stupid?” I roll my eyes and step out of my apartment, hailing a cab and getting in.

“I mean, hm,” she hums, the line is silent for a beat. “You’re right. You’re pretty level-headed. Do