[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 nervou
