Page 42 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Trust yourself.

I didn’t utter a single one because my entire body locked up as my release hit me so hard, the world around me felt like it was shaking.

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

samara

My throat feltraw by the time Elias re-dressed me and lifted me from the sink. His hands on my waist steadied me when my weak legs threatened to buckle.

For a moment, I glanced around the bathroom, taking in the destruction I was responsible for. One of the stalls was bent, and there was toilet paper all over the place. I didn’t remember half of what I’d done in there, but I knew I’d caused some serious damage.

Hannigans’ women’s bathroom was going to be out of service for at least a few days.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever thrown a tantrum in my life. Maybe when I was a toddler. Mom started my education when I was five. I didn’t have a lot of memories from before then. After that, I had to start pretending. No one was supposed to know about the things she was teaching me. Our enemies couldn’t know what I was capable of.

Pretending was easy, though. It was cold, harsh reality that was hard to deal with the majority of the time.

My stomach turned sour at the proof of how much of my crazy I’d let slip.

Yet…

Elias still wanted me.

I was still trying to digest that when he tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. “Better?”

Swallowing around the boulder-sized lump in my throat, I nodded, unable to form words. His smile was gentle when he clasped my hand, his thick fingers entwining with my much smaller ones as he led me from the bathroom. I didn’t miss the “Out of Order” sign someone had already taped to the door.

A few people gave us wide-eyed looks as we walked through the bar toward the pool tables, but most of the patrons didn’t even glance our way. Even if they had, I couldn’t bring myself to feel the least bit embarrassed for having spent the last half hour screaming “Daddy” at the top of my lungs while Elias fucked me on the bathroom sink.

My entire body hummed with pleasure that not a single person had the power to take from me.

Chance was still playing pool, a few other MC brothers having joined. Tanner and Matt were both gone. They enjoyed their Friday nights at the bar, but they always went home to their wives by midnight. Having spent enough time in Creswell Springs in my life, I knew Jos and Rory typically had a girls’ night or just relaxed at home. They loved their husbands, but they were always the first to tell anyone that both men were exhausting.

I understood that, but at the same time, I didn’t. There would never be a time when I would need a break from Elias. My heart ached when I wasn’t near him. And my mind…

No, it was impossible. My obsession was too severe.

“Hey, man,” Elias said when Kingston picked up a bunch of empties from the pool table where the giggling college girls had been. I was kind of disappointed they hadn’t stuck around. I wanted them to have heard me screaming my head off. “I’ll replace everything that’s broken before Church next week.”

Kingston gave me a wink before smirking at Elias. “No problem, brother. Just let me know if you need help installing anything. Jack has other stuff going on right now with Nishia, but I’m free.”

“Who is Nishia?” I hadn’t heard that name before.

“She’s a new Sanctuary resident.” Kingston grimaced. “Poor kid was tossed half dead at the shelter’s gates. Jack was taking care of her while she was in the hospital. Tonight was the first time he’s worked in over two weeks.”

“Jack took care of her?” I asked in surprise. He lived at the shelter, offering the women who came in search of a new life away from their monstrous abusers a semblance of safety in their terror-filled lives.

But I’d never known him to take an interest in any of the residents enough to actually care for them. It would be too much for his demons to get close to them.

“Yeah. She’s got him all kinds of fucked up,” Kingston said with a shake of his blond head. “Think Max with Delaney on steroids.”

“Whoa.”

Elias picked up my jacket and released my hand so he could help me into it before shrugging on his own. “We’re heading home.”

“Night, man.” Kingston gave me another wink. “Sweet dreams, Sammy.”

“Fuck off,” Elias grumbled, shoving his shoulder and making him laugh.

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