Always (Next Generation The Skulls 1)

He’d hoped to never have to as his men knew to keep their shit to themselves.

Entering the clubhouse, he saw Curse sitting with Mia.

“Devil, I’m so sorry.”

Devil slammed his fist against the bastard’s face. He didn’t care how sorry Curse was. He didn’t give a shit about anything. At that moment, he didn’t see a club brother, but a man who’d fucked up.

Mia cried out.

Ripper was there but he made no move to stop him. Curse didn’t even defend himself.

“Please, stop. We didn’t know he was there. We promise. We never wanted to hurt anyone.”

“You should have fucking looked. That shit is private. You had no fucking right to be saying anything.” Devil threw Curse across the room. “Simon’s gone. Any plans you had at celebrating, stop them.” He pointed a finger at Curse. “Right now, until this shit is right, you’re dead to me. I don’t want to see your face.”

“Devil?” Ripper asked.

“You can wear your patch but if anything happens to my son, you better start running because I will fucking end you.”Chapter Fourteen“What was that all about?” Angel asked, rubbing cream into her hands.

Lash looked back at his beautiful, sweet, perfect wife, and sighed. “It would appear we’re going to have a Chaos living with us for a short time.”

“We are?”

“Simon.”

“He’s coming here? Don’t tell me he got expelled from school?” Angel asked.

“No, he found out about his parentage.”

Angel’s hands dropped. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. So not only do I have a bunch of pissed-off teenagers I’m playing principal to, I’ve now got another one who is going to be volatile. Yay.”

Angel giggled. She got to her knees and crawled across the bed. She put her hands on his shoulders and began to knead them. “You’re doing fine.”

“Really? I’ve had the Billionaires calling me. A shipment of girls is heading in and they’re getting the necessary details. Some of them are missing girls, others appear to be street kids. We’re talking between the fifteen to twenty-five range, about fifty of them.” He ran a hand down his face.

“This one dangerous?”

“You know they’re all dangerous, babe,” he said.

“I know, but I also know you don’t like to leave anyone behind. You know about these girls and so now you’re going to have to protect them, it’s what you do.” Angel kissed his cheek. “You’ve got this. You can handle all of this.”

“You think so? One more pissed-off teen that even Devil couldn’t handle?”

“You’ve got something he doesn’t have,” Angel said.

He grabbed his wife around the waist and pulled her close. “What’s that?”

“The key to his heart.”

He frowned.

“You’ve got Tabitha. Simon will do anything for her. You should know that considering you’re a man in love as well.”

“My wife is so clever,” he said.

“The best, and now I think I should get my reward.”

****

The following day

Tabitha stood near the clubhouse doorway. Lash was just in front of her. He hadn’t been wrong about them all being punished and forced to live in lockdown at the clubhouse. It wasn’t so bad. There was a tutor, and someone was there at all times. Even when they went to the bathroom so there was no chance of escape either.

“You’re not sharing a room,” Lash said.

“I know.”

“And there won’t be any sex in my clubhouse, do you understand?”

“Everyone is always assuming we’re having sex.”

“Understood?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t want any kids getting pregnant in my school.” He shook his head. “My clubhouse. Fucking kids.”

She smiled and couldn’t believe what she was hearing from Lash. There was a time this guy was supposed to be fun. His brother and a few others still talked about the time he snapped a guy’s neck with his bare hands. She couldn’t see it herself, but according to everyone here, she was just a kid.

Tabitha was pulled out of her thoughts by the roar of a bike. She watched Tiny, along with Adam, Nash, and Alex, as they escorted Simon into the clubhouse parking lot.

He got off his bike. He hadn’t been wearing a helmet.

“Tabby,” he said, rushing toward her.

Lash put a hand out and stopped him. Simon glared at him and she tensed up seeing the anger in his eyes. The rage simmering beneath the surface threatening to come out. “I don’t give a fuck who your father is. This is my club, you will abide by my rules. For the next two weeks, you’re going to study in this clubhouse, and if you’re still here, you will enroll in the high school. Got it?”

There was a short silence. Tabitha wondered if Simon was going to start something. She waited, hoping he’d just accept Lash’s rules. There was no other way he’d be allowed to stay.

“Got it.”

No one moved.

Tabitha smiled at Simon.

“Go,” Lash said.

Simon pulled her into his arms, pressing his face against her neck.

“You two aren’t allowed alone together. You can talk out here.” Lash clicked his fingers and one of the newer prospects she didn’t know the name of stepped forward.