Spike’s Perdition (Saints Purgatory MC #7)

14. Spike

CHAPTER 14

SPIKE

“There you are.”

I kick my leg over the seat of my Harley and turn to face Glitter. Stifling my groan, I start toward the elevator.

“Here I am.”

“We need to talk, Spike,” she blurts, trying to keep up with me.

“‘Bout what?”

She hesitates and wrings her hands while we wait for the elevator to arrive at the above-ground clubhouse garage. “Um… maybe we can talk in private?”

I glance around the large space. “We’re alone, Glitter. Doesn’t get much more private than that.”

“Call me Aubrey.”

Immediately, the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. No way a bunny wants to be called by their real name unless they want something they know a biker isn’t willing to give easily.

“Why would I do that?”

The elevator door slides open, and we both step inside. Neither of us talk as we descend to the common room, and it’s her who finally breaks the silence.

“Please, Spike,” she pleads. “I need to talk to you.”

I take a deep breath. “Fine,” I say, making my way to one of the tables in the corner and knowing she’ll follow. “What is it?” I ask when we’re both seated.

“I’m…” More hand wringing. “I’m pregnant.”

Not what I was expecting.

“And you’re telling me beca?—”

“You’re the father,” she blurts.

“Bullshit,” I bark. “You’re a fucking club bunny, Glitter. Mine is hardly the only cock you’ve ridden.”

She frantically shakes her head as she reaches into her purse and pulls out what appear to be several pictures. Glitter thrusts them at me. “See,” she says, pointing to the first picture. “There’s a picture of the sonogram. It’s your baby, Spike.”

No, no, no!

I glare at the image, silently willing it to burst into flames. “Doesn’t prove it’s mine.”

“I haven’t slept with anyone since you,” she insists.

Thinking back over the last several weeks, I try to conjure up a memory of her slinking off with one of my brothers, but I come up empty.

Fuck.

“How far along are you?” I ask, hoping there’s still a way outta this.

“Almost eight weeks.”

Doing the math, I realize that she’s right. It’s likely my kid.

Double fuck.

“Anyway, I wanted you to know,” she says, interrupting my thoughts. “And I thought… Well…”

“You thought what?”

“Since I’m having your baby, I thought you’d want to… I don’t know… get hitched or something.”

I laugh bitterly. “Get hitched?” I repeat. “That’s not how this is gonna work.”

“Then how will it work?” she demands, jumping to her feet. “I’m not having an abortion.”

I rear back at her words. “And I didn’t say anything about that. You’re gonna do what you’re gonna do. If you have it, I’ll support it.”

“It’s a person, not a thing.”

“You know what I mean.” I heave a sigh. “Glitter, you and me… We’re not a thing. But I won’t be an absent dad. You have my word on that.”

Triple fuck. I’m tied to her forever now.

“We’d be good together, Spike. Real good.”

“Never gonna happen.”

“Never say never,” she quips, an odd grin curving her lips.

“Never,” I reiterate, my tone lethal.

Glitter turns to walk away. “We’ll see,” she says over her shoulder.

Lifting the sonogram pictures and staring at them, my mind races. Of course, this is my luck. Just when I felt like I might have a chance with Ivory, Glitter fucks it up.

Okay, fine. Maybe I don’t stand a chance in hell with Ivory, but a man can dream, right?

Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck.