Page 39 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“That bitch broke my leg!” Yellow Polo screamed while leaning on one of his frat brothers.

“You know who you’re dealing with, bitch?” Blue Polo seethed. He seemed to be the leader of the five-man pastel-polo boyband. His ego was the biggest. It was doubtful he’d ever heard the word “no.”

“I couldn’t care less who you are, motherfucker, but something tells me you’re going to let us all know anyway.”

“My father is—”

“Don’t care,” I singsonged, causing Blue Polo to make a high-pitched sound to voice his displeasure. Annoying.

“My father is Brentwood Novac.”

I gasped. “Not Brentwood Novac!”

“Who the fuck is that?” Elias demanded as he moved up beside me, discreetly putting his body between mine and the frat boys’. It was sweet he wanted to protect me.

God, I love him.

Rein in your crazy, dumbass.

“No idea,” I answered with a shrug. “But he sounds like a villain in some B movie. Terrifying.”

“What am I going to do with you, Sammy?” Elias smirked down at me, and I wanted to get lost in his blue eyes.

No! I wanted to be mad, damn it.

“Wait until my father hears about how you treated me,” Blue Polo whined, a mostly welcome distraction. “He’ll own you and this piece-of-shit bar.” He stepped toward me in an attempt to intimidate. He’d become progressively more aggressive with the women in the bar as the night had worn on. That was why Jack had been ready to throw him out. I’d kept my eyes on him and the other four to make sure he didn’t take things too far.

Elias shifted so he was completely in front of me, giving Blue Polo pause. But not even having the giant biker step into his path stopped him from rubbing his mouth. “Get out of my way so I can teach this cunt a lesson.”

“Cunt,” I repeated, my giggle sounding too happy to be sane. “He wants to teach me a lesson. OMG. He’s adorable. Move out of the way, Elias.”

“No fucking way, Sammy. I’m not letting this creep touch you.”

“I don’t need you to protect me,” I growled in frustration. Didn’t he understand that if I was unable to take out my building rage on this drunk moron, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from shredding his kink buddy? Of course he fucking didn’t. Because he had no idea I even knew about Berkeley. She was his secret. Just like the kink club. “Get out of the way so I can deal with Brentwood Novac’s precious baby boy.”

“He’s drunk and pissed off. He might hurt you.”

“I’m about to hurtyou.”

“Sammy—”

“Elias!”

I would never hurt him. Never. But I kind of wanted to punch him. He didn’t get to have his kink buddy and me too. He was mine. I didn’t share. Ever.

While we were still having our stare-off, Jack got bored. Holding Blue Polo by the back of the neck, he forced him to bend in half.

“You three, help this shithead to your car. He should get his leg X-rayed at the hospital. Your pal will be right behind you.”

“My father—” Blue Polo started again.

“No one gives a fuck about your daddy, dumbass,” Jack cut him off with a frustrated sigh. “You haven’t lived in Creswell Springs long enough if you don’t know who the scariest person in this town is.”

“I will own you after this. Just wait. I will own you, this bar, and this town!”

All the locals burst out laughing, and I took the moment to gather myself. Stomping through the crowd, I slammed into the bathroom. Three other women were inside. I recognized them all, which meant they were locals, but I didn’t know their names. A pretty blonde, the youngest of the group, was about to walk into a stall.

Wordlessly, I held the door open, and they were smart enough to rush out. As I shut the door behind the last one, I saw Elias storming toward me. If I’d wanted to, I could have gotten the door shut and locked before he reached me. Even after drinking all night, I had faster reflexes than him and anyone else in the bar.

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