... and Forever (Next Generation: Chaos Bleeds 1)

“Weren’t you nervous about picking me up?”

“Nope, and you shouldn’t be either. I’m definitely coming so you don’t bring down the cool rating.”

“I am cool. Do you think we could bring a couple of the guys?” Simon asked. “Nathan’s one of us and with a few of the guys, it’ll be good for him. He has nightmares at night about being alone. I haven’t said anything in case he’s worried about me leaving, or if he misses Fort Wills. I don’t know what I’ve missed and I don’t want to ask Tabby.”

Devil put a hand on his shoulder, silencing him. “Tabitha withdrew a lot from The Skulls, Simon. She was rarely at the clubhouse and didn’t even work for them. Of course, they were there for her, but not like it was for you guys.”

Guilt flooded Simon. “Then let us take some of the guys. I want them all to see that Nathan is one of us, and that we’ve got his back.”

Devil squeezed his son’s arm. “You might make a good man, yet. Go start your bike, I’ll round up the boys.”

Simon headed out to his bike. Straddling the machine, he gunned the engine.

One by one, Chaos Bleeds, the men who were available, each came out. Dick, Ripper, Pussy, Felix, Teddy, and Curse. Simon watched them all straddle their bikes. The clubhouse was always full at night, but each guy had a job to do.

They all got on their bikes. Devil and him taking the lead, they rode out, heading toward the school.

Simon didn’t know if he’d fucked up. It was just a school and his son, but he wanted Nathan to have the best and for Tabitha to have phoned or be with Lexie, this was important to her.

They came up a main road and he saw the school ahead. There were a lot of parked cars. Children were running to their parents, and bringing his bike to a stop, he looked out across the sea of faces, spotting Nathan. He lifted his hand and his son spotted him.

Nathan let out a squeal and grabbed his teacher’s hand, pointing in their direction.

“Do not falter, son. This is his moment,” Devil said.

“I won’t.”

The teacher nodded and Nathan started to run toward him. Simon watched, nervous, hoping his son didn’t fall down. If the kids started to laugh, he’d be mightily pissed.

Keeping his shit together, he waited, and finally, Nathan threw himself into his arms. Simon lifted him up, pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“How about we make this a party, take you out for ice cream?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Nathan said.

“I didn’t hear that. You shout that for me.”

Nathan did, repeating the words. Simon knew he had the whole yard’s attention.

“That’s my boy.”

He helped him onto the back of his bike and it felt so damn good.

Devil already had a small helmet for Nathan to put on. With his arms wrapped around him, he left the school grounds, letting them all know he was here, Nathan was his son, and he belonged to the Chaos Bleeds crew.

They may not start fights. Their reputation may be tame, but those who remembered the hard days, they’d be able to pass down the warnings not to mess with them. No one should ever poke a sleeping monster, just in case it might wake up.Chapter EighteenSimon had dropped off Nathan at his parents’ house and was due back any minute. She’d bought a test and rather than take it with Lexie and the girls, she’d opted to have this experience with Simon. Daisy was also waiting for the results as she’d talked to her best friend that afternoon to let her know.

Glancing around the apartment at the candles and the soft music, she couldn’t help but groan. This all looked wrong. She wore a summer dress. The only one that didn’t require a zip and was nice and stretchy over the bust.

Her tits were refusing to cooperate by actually fitting into any clothes. Natalie had sold her this after she tried it on. According to Lexie, it brought out the color of her eyes.

Fashion wasn’t her thing. Clothes were what she wore. She’d never been the kind of girl to spend too long trying to find the perfect outfit.

She wasn’t wearing heels and just as she was about to blow out all of the candles, the door opened.

“So I thought we’d…” Simon started to say but stopped as he took note of the lights out, the candles.

“Hey,” she said.

“Hey.” He closed the door, locking it. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.” She pushed some of her hair off her face. Gripping the back of the sofa tightly, she forced a smile to her lips. “You stopped off at the shop.” He held a small bouquet of flowers.

“Yeah, it’s our first weekend without Nathan. Am I missing an anniversary here?”