Page 99 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

“Papa might be having a bad day, so whatever he says, go along with it,” I said to pull her attention to me. “He’s usually more clearheaded in the mornings, so we can start fresh tomorrow if he’s having a bad day.”

“Grandma Alicia would get sundown syndrome, so I completely understand…” Her voice faded into nothing as gunfire sounded in the distance. “Wh-what was that?”

CHAPTERFIFTY

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Both guardsalready had their guns drawn. “Get inside,” the one to my left commanded as they ran down the steps.

Vaughn bent over Abi, using his body to cover her as we ran into the mansion. “Everything is okay, wildfire,” he soothed. “You’re safe.”

“But there’s gunfire,” she gasped. Once we were inside, Vaughn shut the doors. “What is happening?”

“It’s New York,” I excused. “Drive-bys happen every day.”

“I’m not stupid,” she snapped, slapping her hands on her hips. “All those guards. This house. You’re not just rich, you’re insane-rich.”

I spotted Walter jogging from the back of the house, but Papa wasn’t with him.

“Are you part of the mafia?” Abi hissed.

Giggling, I stepped away from the door. “You are so damn adorable. Yes. I guess you could say we are.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered. She looked at Vaughn. “But you’re a college professor.” She pointed at me. “And you’re an intern at an architecture firm.”

“A firm that is run by members of the Angel’s Halo MC,” I reminded her. “News flash, sweetie. Everyone’s a little dirty in life. It’s up to you how messy you want to get.”

Head still aching, I stumbled a little as I rushed forward to intercept Walter. “Where is Papa?”

“I just locked him in the panic room in the library.”

“You should have stayed with him!” I shouted.

“Boss?” He glanced over my shoulder at Vaughn.

“Ah, fucking motherfucker,” I seethed. I grabbed the collar of his scrubs. “You work for him?”

“Can we argue about who he works for later?” Abi yelled. “There are people outside shooting at us right now.”

Vaughn wrapped his fingers around her wrist. “Where is the panic room?”

“Oh, you mean you don’t know already?” I scoffed.

“Samara, you can bitch at me later, but right now, Abi needs to be in that fucking room!” His voice boomed off the walls.

Abi’s safety was the only thing that kept me from ripping out Walter’s throat. Pushing him out of my way, I ran down the hall, expecting my brother to follow. Outside, the gunfire was getting louder, closer. I couldn’t tell how many people were shooting, but from all the firepower, I knew it wasn’t just two old women out for a joyriding drive-by in hopes of offing their rival—aka my mother.

In the library, I went straight to the far wall and started punching in the code. Once someone was inside, only I knew the code to unlock the doors again. Not even Mom or Ryan knew it. If something were to happen while I was away, they would have to call me, or whoever was inside would be stuck. It was a fail-safe so that no one could provide that information even if they were tortured.

Hearing the snick of the doors releasing, I stepped back.

Papa swung his right arm, and I barely moved in time to miss having my throat sliced.

“Fuck’s sake, Anya!” he roared. “I could have killed you.”

I threw my arms around his neck. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Samara,” Vaughn gritted.

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