way.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll fix it,” Devil said.
“Did you see the look in his eyes, Devil? He’s angry.”
“Of course he’s angry, but don’t you feel any kind of guilt.”
“We lied to him.”
“I lied to him. I was the one who told you what to do. None of this is your fault and I won’t let you take the blame, not for any of it. This is all on me and I’ll deal with it.” He went to her, cupping her cheeks and kissing her lips. “I’ve got to go and take care of this. I’ll be back. You rest.”
“Devil, don’t do anything stupid.”
“I won’t. Call Lash.”
Devil left the house, being careful not to slam the door. After climbing onto his bike, he took off, going right to the clubhouse. No one was around. The moment Curse called him, he’d known shit was going to hit the fan. His boy, he’d asked about Lexie’s pregnancy and shit like that. Whenever they talked to Elizabeth, Josh, their kids, Lexie would say what she was craving, or how tired she was. Devil always changed the subject when it came to Simon’s memories. Lexie had nothing to give because she’d never been pregnant with him. She wouldn’t just make shit up either as she hated lying to him. Devil always said he’d deal with this.
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,”