Spike’s Perdition (Saints Purgatory MC #7)

5. Ivory

CHAPTER 5

IVORY

“You heifers are never gonna believe what I just found out.”

My head snaps up from the financial reports I’ve been going over for the past hour as Eric barrels into our office.

Megan gasps, clutching her chest. “What the hell, Eric? You can’t just run in here, scaring the shit out of us.”

“Bitch, please.” Eric waves off her dramatics. “We have places to go.”

I smirk. “And where exactly are we going?”

Megan and Eric share a knowing look before Megan grabs her purse from inside her desk. “Come on, Ivory. We have to go get ready. Tia is meeting us there.”

I cross my arms. “Again, where are we going and get ready for what?”

“Purgatory,” Eric replies.

I shake my head. “Uh, nope.”

“Come on, Ivory,” Megan begs. “We had a blast last time.”

“We had a blast?” I question. “Was that before or after I was manhandled by a biker?”

Eric rolls his eyes. “Dramatic much?”

“I have no desire to ever go back to that bar.”

“Apple’s gonna be there again,” Eric states matter-of-factly.

“How do you know that?”

Eric smiles. “Tony told me when I was cashing out our bill.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

Eric shrugs. “Slipped my mind I guess.”

“Bullshit,” Megan laughs. “You knew you could use this as leverage to get Ivory to go back there.”

“Possibly.” Eric winks. “Question is, did it work?”

“I wonder why Apple keeps going back to Purgatory,” I mumble.

Megan stands from her desk. “Who cares? She’s gonna be there tonight, and I’d rather pay a cover charge to get in than try to get tickets to a sold-out concert.”

“Fine,” I mutter as I grab my purse and hurry to follow them out. “I need to go home and get ready.”

“What the hell have I been saying?” Eric asks exasperated.

I giggle. “Now, who’s being dramatic, Queenie?”

“Damn straight, and don’t you forget it.” Eric swats my ass as we lock up. “Move it, woman. We’re already behind schedule.”

A couple hours later we’re seated at a high-top table in the middle of Purgatory. I’m glad we arrived early because people are piling in, and there are a lot more bikers wearing Saints Purgatory cuts.

Damn, these men are F.I.N.E.

They must really like the beer here. I find it hard to believe that they’re fans of Apple.

“Where’s Riley tonight?” Tia asks, interrupting my thoughts.

Megan snickers. “To quote Eric, she’s playing ‘hide the sausage’ with Owen.”

“You came back,” Zach says, appearing out of nowhere. His eyes roam over my body. “Holy fuck, you look sexy as hell.”

“This old thing?” I gesture to my outfit. “Just something I had lying around my house.”

Tonight, I’m wearing a strapless blush pink sequined mini dress with black stilettos. I wanted to wear jeans and a t-shirt, not wanting to draw attention to myself again from any biker, but Eric dared me.

And I never back down from a dare.

“I’d ask if you want to dance, but I’m on crowd control tonight,” Zach whines. “I can find you after Apple’s done, though.”

Sure, he’s good-looking, but I didn’t feel any sparks between us when we danced the other night.

“That’s sweet, Zach,” I say with a smile, not wanting to hurt his feelings. “I have to be honest, I’m not looking for a rel?—”

“Don’t sweat it,” Zach interrupts. “Save me a dance though?”

“I’m not sure how late we’re staying, but sure, if we’re still here.”

Zach winks. “Until then.”

“He’s nice,” Tia comments. “You should hook up with him.”

“Hi again,” Skye greets as she saunters up to our table. “Hook up with who?”

“Zach,” Eric replies. “Ivory doesn’t do bikers, apparently.”

I shake my head. “It’s not that. They have bad decisions written all over them.”

“Yeah, they do,” Skye agrees. “And I’d make that bad decision a million times over again.”

“Wait… what?” I ask, confused.

“Do you see the tall, sexy man with the glasses, giving off Clark Kent vibes but in a bad-boy Lex Luthor kinda way?” Skye gestures over to the bar. We all crane our necks to see over the crowd and nod. “That’s my old man, Rogue. He’s part of Saints Purgatory MC. In fact, the club owns this bar.”

“I thought you owned the bar.”

Skye shakes her head. “I’m the manager, but the club owns the place.”

“That makes sense,” Megan admits. “It is a biker bar, after all.”

“Okay, that does make sense, now that you mention it,” I agree. “Why does Apple perform here so much?”

“Apple is married to Malice, Vice President of the club.” Skye points to a man scowling by the stage. He’s definitely giving fuck around and find-out vibes.

“No way,” Eric argues. “He’s got the whole pissed-off Jared Leto thing going on.”

“That he does, but it’s true,” Skye says with a chuckle. “What can I get you all tonight? Tequila shots?”

“Yes, and some whiskey sours for all of us, please,” I say.

“How about some fried pickles and nachos?” Megan asks.

“You know that goes right to my thighs!” Eric yells.

“You’ll just have to find a man to work off the extra calories then,” I snicker. “Some of us need our carbs.”

“Coming right up!” Skye says cheerfully. “Good to see you all again. Enjoy the show.”

“Damn, the eye candy in here tonight is ahhmazing, ” Eric drawls.

Megan bobs her brows. “Agreed.”

“How about we make this interesting?” Tia speaks up.

Fuck… this is going to end badly. I can feel it.

“What’d ya have in mind?” Eric asks.

Tia is about to respond, but a waitress arrives with our drinks and tells us that our food will be out soon.

As soon as she walks away, Tia rubs her hands together, and a sinister smile forms on her face. “Megan, I dare you to blow a kiss and wave to that biker walking this way.”

“I thought you said we’re gonna make this interesting.” Megan quips before tossing back her shot.

Megan flutters her lashes while raising her arm. She puckers her lips, presses her hand to them, and blows dramatically at the man walking by. She finishes her task by wiggling her fingers at him.

The man skips a step but then straightens, making a beeline right for us.

“You summoned me, gorgeous?” he asks, stepping up to our table. His patch reads Possum.

Megan grins. “Possum? I think there’s a story there.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Possum leans in. “Come dance with me, and I’ll tell you all about it.”

“You’re on.” Megan hops down from her stool and takes his hand as he leads her to the dance floor.

Apple takes the stage, and pandemonium breaks out, but it quickly eases when she begins to sing.

“Alright, Eric. It’s your turn,” Tia announces.

“Bring it on shorty,” he taunts.

I glance around the bar and see a beautiful man walking toward us with a tray of food. He’s wearing a red off-the-shoulder top with black glitter writing that says ‘I don’t bite, I suck’. As he gets closer, I notice he’s wearing black leather pants and matching high-heeled boots.

“See that guy heading right for us?” I ask, and Eric smirks. “Call him ‘Daddy’ and get his number.”

“I thought you’d give me a hard one,” Eric whispers.

“Here you go!” the man announces as he places the food on the table. “Can I get you all anything else?”

“Just your number, Daddy,” Eric purrs while tracing his fingers up the guy’s arm.

“Daddy, huh? I like that.” He pulls Eric off his chair before weaving his fingers through his hair and pulling his face closer. “Most people call me RaRa, but you can call me Daddy anytime.”

RaRa crashes his lips to Eric’s, and I swear they both groan. For a moment, I feel like I need to give them privacy, but then RaRa breaks the kiss.

“Wow,” Eric mumbles, his eyes glazed over.

“My thoughts exactly, handsome.” RaRa holds out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

Eric hands him his phone, and RaRa puts in his number. After returning it to Eric, he pulls his own out of his back pocket and shows Eric the screen. “Now I have your number, too. I have to get back to work. Don’t be a stranger.”

RaRa sashays away as Eric watches his retreating back. “Did that just happen?”

“Yes, yes it did,” I answer since Tia’s mouth is frozen open.

“Fuck, that was hot!” Eric exclaims. “Should I call him? That man gave me chills.”

“Hell yeah, you should call him,” I encourage. “I think you both broke Tia.”

Tia blinks rapidly. “I’m fine… shocked, but fine. I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Believe it, babe,” Eric brags. “I’m a stud.”

“That you are, Queenie,” I confirm.

“Dear lord, that man can dance,” Megan announces as she takes her seat. “Did I see Eric kissing someone?”

“You looked like you were having fun,” I reply.

“That was RaRa. He delivered our food, Eric called him Daddy , and they exchanged numbers after swapping spit,” Tia explains.

“I take it that was Eric’s dare?” Megan asks.

I nod. “Yep.”

“Okay, Tia. It’s your turn.” Megan taps her fingers on the table as she glances around the bar.

“I got one,” Eric shouts. “Tia, you have to go twerk on the dance floor.”

Tia gets up and walks to the middle of the bar while Apple switches to a slower song. That doesn’t stop her though. She places her hands on her knees and starts jiggling her ass, garnering more than a few passing stares.

We all howl with laughter as she makes her way back to us.

“Okay, your turn, Ivory,” Tia singsongs as she sits down.

“I’m gonna sit this one out guys,” I decline.

“You can’t!” Tia pouts. “We’ve all done one.”

I shrug. “I’m not in the mood tonight. Can’t we just sit here and enjoy the rest of the show?”

“You’ve never backed down from a dare, Ivory,” Eric taunts, parroting my earlier thought.

He’s right. Besides, every dare so far has been tame compared to some of the

situations we’ve found ourselves in before.

I take a sip of my drink. “Fine, let’s see what you got.”