Page 38 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“You’re awfully mouthy, little girl.”

It was almost indiscernible, a barely there hitch in her breathing, a darkening of her irises. Someone would have to know her inside and out to have detected it. But I noticed. Like I noticed everything when it came to her.

Samara tossed her hair back and tipped her chin up, rolling those pretty blue eyes, practically begging me to spank her sexy ass. “As my boss, you shouldn’t be concerned about my mouth.”

Crossing my arms over my chest to keep from reaching for her, denying her what she wanted when she was being a naughty little princess, I lowered my head to skim the tip of my nose over her cheek. Her breath hitched again. “I’m only your boss between the hours of nine and five.”

But I was always her daddy.

I could practically taste her anger when she pushed against my chest. “I’m sure that rough, deep voice gets every other woman’s panties wet, but you forget that I know how you work, Elias Reid. I have standards, and you are miles beneath them.”

“Ah, little girl.” Bending my knees, I brushed my lips over her ear. “Do you need Daddy to take you to the bathroom and teach you a lesson?”

There was no denying how hard I got when she was territorial and possessive. Even though she didn’t need to be. Fuck, if she knew how lost I was over her, she would never doubt me. But she didn’t have a clue. She was so beautiful and brilliant, but so blind to it all.

My precious baby girl was so trapped in her head with all the things she thought were wrong with her, she couldn’t see the good.

CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE

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Getting turnedon when all I wanted to do was smash something was not a good thing. Taking pain and giving pain were two sides of the same tarnished coin. Both were messy; both could leave behind destruction.

Especially when I was added to the equation.

I wanted him to take me to the bathroom and fuck me until the only thought in my head was how good his cock felt. But I wanted to hold on to my anger. We hadn’t put a label on our relationship, but in my twisted mind, Elias had been mine for years.

Now that I’d gotten a taste of us together, he was more mine than ever.

Logically, he had every right to go to the club in Oakland whenever and with whomever he wanted.

I wasn’t logical, though.

Not where he was concerned.

My rage might not have been justifiable to anyone else, but I held on to it. Because if—when—I let go of it, the pain would be too much to bear.

Stepping back from Elias took more strength than I realized, but somehow, I turned away from the delicious heat of his mouth against my ear. Those stupid college girls were still giggling, and the pool stick was still in my hand.

Don’t. Show. Your. Crazy.

Thankfully—for those stupid girls—Jack caught my attention. He’d spotted the drunk frat boys in their pastel polos harassing a group of girls across the bar. They were getting mouthy, and I could see how irritated Jack was getting with them.

Things would have been so much easier if I’d fallen for Jack instead of Elias. Like attracted like. But if that were true, Jack and I would have been perfect for each other. He just didn’t hide his darkness behind a fake smile and a flirty attitude like I did.

Guys didn’t have to hide how fucked in the head they truly were like girls did. Not that Jack broadcast his mental illness. He didn’t need to. People gave him a wide berth without his advertising that he craved the taste of blood.

When the drunken idiots surrounded Jack, and the noise level faded into near silence, I decided it was safe to release an itty-bitty ounce of my crazy.

“Ahhhh!” Yellow Polo screamed as he fell forward, his left knee buckling.

I had to bite back my whimper of pleasure from the vibrations of the pool stick as the wood splintered, making my fingers numb from how tightly I held on to my weapon.

Jack turned sharply to face me, but I found it a little more difficult than anticipated to rein in my rage. It felt too good; the guy’s screams were too sweet. But they weren’t the pained cries I craved. I needed Berkeley’s blood to flow. She couldn’t keep tempting Elias. One day, she’d find a way to take him from me. And I couldn’t let that happen.

“He said, get the fuck out,” I told the still-screaming pussy.

Maybe if I carved out his heart with a broken piece of the pool stick, I wouldn’t want her blood coating my hands as badly.

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