Page 40 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

He pushed his way in before the door could completely close. Slapping his hand against the metal, he flipped the lock. Leaning back against the door, he folded his arms over his chest as if he was waiting.

I walked into the stall, slammed and locked the thin piece of metal. It hurt to look at him. To be in the same room with him. But the thought of not having him there was too much.Too much. Too much.

My scream was so loud, my ears rang.

CHAPTERTWENTY-TWO

elias

Her second screamwas louder than her first. When she stomped her feet, I had to fight a laugh, but I couldn’t stop my grin.

This little girl was too much. Every minute of every day was a new adventure with her.

And I fucking loved it.

Honestly, I was surprised that only one of the five pricks who had been stinking up the place had been subjected to her wrath. His pal in the prissy blue polo should be thanking me that I’d stepped in. She would have eviscerated him, but if he’d so much as touched her, I’d have killed the motherfucker then and there.

None of the locals would have batted an eye. More than half the bar patrons would have helped me bury his body. But the other college kids and tourists? I would have had to torch the place, and then my entire MC would have made me rebuild it on my own.

I had more important things to focus on than construction.

Like getting my baby girl to trust me.

A third scream turned into a cute shriek, and I watched the stall shake as she kicked one side of it. I pulled out my phone and texted my brother to order a new frame so I could install it.

Plastic hitting the tile floor had me smothering another laugh, the toilet paper holder her next casualty. Tissue rolled across the floor. I started a list while Reid sent me laughing emojis.

Reid: Three different people have sent me videos of what happened.

Pocketing my phone without responding, I leaned my head back against the door and waited. A few more screams later and I heard the lock on the stall click. Slowly, the door swung inward, and Samara took a hesitant step out.

Other than her hair being slightly tangled, she showed no outward sign that she’d just spent the last few minutes throwing a princess-sized tantrum.

“Do you feel better now, baby girl?”

She lifted one shoulder in a half shrug, looking anywhere but at my face as she wrapped her arms around herself. My fragile little girl, trying so hard to pretend she wasn’t hurting. She needed me to kiss it and make it all better.

“Come here.”

Her next inhale was sharply sucked in. Stubbornly, she shook her head twice.

“Samara,” I gritted in warning. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Gaze lowered to the floor, she slowly walked forward, her fingers biting into her sides as she approached me. Widening my stance, I waited, needing her to come to me—to trust me to be the one who took away all her pain.

Stopping a little over a foot away, she lowered her chin, causing her hair to curtain around her face. She was so close, but not there yet. I had to be patient, give her more time. Until she did, neither one of us was going to be complete.

Lifting her into my arms, I cradled her to my chest as I crossed to the sink and set her on the edge. Her gasp was just a soft puff of air against my neck, but she couldn’t completely hide the surprise in her eyes when I stepped back.

Surprise. Doubt. Torment.

Swallowing my groan at the sight, I pulled her shirt up over her head. Her black bra was sheer, giving me a perfect view of her beaded nipples. Unsnapping her jeans, I lifted her just enough to push them and her panties over her hips before dropping down to my knees. I carefully pulled off each shoe before stripping her clothes the rest of the way down her long legs.

“Elias?” she whispered, the quaver in her voice gutting me.

“Shh.” Spreading her legs, I kissed the scar on the inside of her thigh before jerking her to the edge of the sink and spreading her glistening pussy lips. “Fuck, you smell sweet, baby girl.” I swiped my tongue up her slit before flicking the tip over her clit. “So goddamn addictive.”

A needy whimper greeted my ears. I lifted my head, licking my lips, refusing to waste a single drop of her honey. “No, no, princess. You wanted to scream. You’re going to scream.”

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