Page 63 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Oh shit.

He was pissed.

Bending, he lifted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, momentarily knocking the wind out of my sails. But that only lasted for half a second before Berkeley flashed through my mind again, and I started raging.

I beat my fists against his back, and I wriggled, screaming for him to release me. He tightened his arm around my legs possessively as he guided Nishia outside.

“Did Delaney leave?” the other girl asked hesitantly as we neared Elias’s truck.

He laughed as he carefully adjusted me on his shoulder so he could unlock the doors. “Yeah, Max got her out of here before he fucked her in front of everyone. Those two can’t keep it in their pants.”

“Not unlike you,” I taunted.

His hand slapped down on my ass so hard, I felt the vibrations through my entire body. My clit pulsed, making me have to disguise a moan with a yelp. This was a different side to Elias he’d never given me.

When I’d thrown a tantrum, he’d given me his seemingly unending patience.

But apparently, I’d used it all up.

“No more out of you until I get you home, brat,” he warned as he placed me in the back seat.

As soon as my ass touched the cushion, I tried to push him back so I could get out. But he was unmovable. Leaning in, he grabbed a handful of my hair, tilting my head back. “Don’t,” he growled. “Just don’t, Samara. Keep your ass in that seat and your mouth shut until we get home.”

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Tension filledthe truck as Elias drove toward Aggie’s. After dropping Nishia at Sanctuary, and subsequently offering her the reception job, he’d gotten behind the wheel and made a quick call to order my food to-go—without even asking me what I wanted to eat.

I sat in the back, not saying a word. He was beyond pissed, that much was obvious, but I didn’t know whyhewas so angry withme. Still, I didn’t attempt to question him about it. From the glare he shot me in the rearview mirror, I was scared to ask.

Not of him.

Of what he would say.

He was going to end everything. End us. I could sense it. Fear of losing him made my stomach cramp. Holding on to my anger was safer than contemplating how broken I would be when he finally told me he was done.

Berkeley was probably waiting for him.

Elias didn’t bother to find a parking spot when he pulled up outside of the diner. “Don’t fucking move,” he commanded. “I’ll be right back.”

I remained silent as he hopped out, but as soon as the door slammed behind him, I couldn’t hold back a sob. The tortured sound was all I allowed myself, however. Locking my tears away, I sat staring at the back of the seat in front of me, zoning out on everything but the sound of my own breathing.

It was okay. If he told me we were over, I’d be…fine. I’d found a way to make him want me once. I could do it again. Whatever I had to do, as long as I didn’t lose him forever.

I could not lose him.

My crazy started to fester, bubbling deep in my mind. I wanted to claw at my head, rip my own hair from my scalp, take away the madness that was screaming over and over and over.

Elias is mine.

Mine, mine, mine.

If I can’t have him, I don’t want to live.

I won’t survive.

Mine.

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