Spike’s Perdition (Saints Purgatory MC #7)

22. Spike

CHAPTER 22

SPIKE

“You’ve been down here for hours.”

I grab the punching bag to stop it from swinging as I shift my gaze to the wall-sized mirror at Abyss’s reflection. As soon as I left the diner, I returned to Sinful Wheels and told Knuckles that I was taking the rest of the day off. Then I came home and dove into working out my rage in the gym.

“So.”

“So, it’s not like you,” he counters. “Not to mention that it’s the middle of the workday.”

Slowly, I turn around to face my brother. For the most part, Abyss has remained fairly quiet about my situation with Glitter, and for some reason, that makes me want to open up to him about Ivory.

“Ya got a few minutes?” I ask.

He nods and strides to the bench and sits. Before I join him, I pace for a few minutes in an attempt to put my thoughts in order. Unfortunately, pacing doesn’t help one iota, so I decide to jump right in.

“Ivory’s pregnant.”

“Ivory? The chick who left the morning after?”

“One and the same.”

“Okay. And this has you in knots because…”

“I’m the father.”

“She told you that?”

“Yes.”

“And you believe her?” he counters. “She wouldn’t be the first girl to try and trap a biker with a bogus pregnancy.”

Instant fury bubbles in my gut, and I lunge at him. I shove him off the bench, and when he hits the floor, he grunts as he stares at me incredulously.

“She’s not lying,” I snarl.

“Right. Okay.” He holds a hand out for me to help him to his feet. As soon as he’s upright, he continues. “What about Glitter?”

I huff out a breath. “What about her?”

“Don’t be stupid. You know exactly what I’m asking about.”

“She still insists she’s pregnant. But…” I run both hands through my hair. “Fucking hell, I don’t know what to think.”

“What does your gu?—”

“There you are!”

Abyss and I whirl toward the door where Skye and Cece are barreling over the threshold with their arms crossed over their chests.

“We’re in the middle of so?—”

“I don’t care if you’re preparing for a visit from the Pope himself,” Cece snaps, closing the distance between us. “How dare you treat Ivory the way you have.”

“Pretty sure this is the last place the Pope would wanna be,” I say, trying to make a joke, but it falls on deaf ears.

“You left her in that diner, sobbing her heart out,” Skye accuses.

“And on that note, I’m outta here.” Abyss strides out of the room, leaving me to deal with the old ladies.

“She lied to me,” I tell them. “She’s pregnant with my son, and she li?—”

“Give me a break, Spike,” Cece seethes. “She didn’t want to keep anything from you, but she didn’t have a choice.”

“There’s always a choice.”

“Not when a skanky bitch threatens to have her and her unborn child killed by the club for stealing…” Skye lifts her hands and makes air quotes. “... ‘her man’.”

“What are you talking about?” I ask.

“She’s talking about Glitter,” Cece clarifies. “Fucking bitch told Ivory that you and she are an item, and that Ivory better stay away or else.”

Rage like I’ve never felt runs through my veins like lava. “She did what?” I growl.

“You heard me. Ivory wanted to tell you, but she was scared for her life and the life of your son.”

“I’ll kill her.”

I stomp past them toward the door, but Cece grabs my arm and halts me in my tracks.

“Soul’s already called church,” she informs me, and when I narrow my eyes in confusion, she continues. “I filled him in as soon as I got here. He said he was calling church and to tell you to get your ass in there.”

My expression softens. “Thanks, Cece.”

I rush out of the gym, through the hall and common room, and come to a stop outside the door to the room where church is held. Possum comes from the other direction and stops next to me.

“We gonna stand here all day or go in?”

I take a deep breath. “Go in.”

“Then get a move on.”

We’re the last two in the room, and judging by the looks on everyone’s faces, Soul started without us.

“Two babies,” Frenzy comments. “Sucks to be you.”

“Don’t let Heather hear you say that,” Rogue states, referring to Frenzy’s old lady.”

“Have a seat, and we’ll get started,” Malice instructs.

Once Possum and I are in our chairs, Soul calls the meeting to order.

“I’ll let you fill them in,” Prez says.

“Not sure I know any more than you do,” I admit. “But what I do know is bad enough.”

“Care to share with the class?” Thorn asks sarcastically.

“The short version is that Glitter threatened Ivory,” I explain. “Bitch told her that if she told me she was pregnant, the club would retaliate by offing her and the baby.”

Grim shoots to his feet and lifts his hands. “You’re not fucking serious.”

“Deadly,” I confirm. “No pun intended.”

“Why the hell would she do that?” Abyss asks.

“Apparently, she told Ivory that she’s my old lady.” I shrug. “Staking her claim, I guess. But it doesn’t matter why she did it, just that she did.”

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I wanna get Glitter in here and get some answers,” Rogue states. “I know that’s typically reserved for the Confessional, but she’s pregnant, so…”

“About that…” I run my fingers through my already disheveled hair. “I’m not sure she actually is pregnant. She was all sketchy when I asked to go to her next doctor’s appointment.”

“Well, until we know for sure, we question her here,” Soul says. “Possum, go get her.”

“You got it,” Possum says as he rises and leaves the room.

It’s not two minutes later, and he practically drags her in behind him. He leads her to an empty chair and pushes down on her shoulders to force her to sit.

“Uh, what’s this all about?” Glitter asks nervously. She tries to stand, but Possum remains behind her and doesn’t let her move.

Soul and I exchange a look, and he nods, silently giving me permission to do the questioning. I shift my eyes to Glitter and scowl.

“Make that appointment yet?” I ask, lulling her into a false sense of security.

“Oh, um… the thing is… I tr?—”

“Cut the shit,” I snap, pounding my fists on the table, causing her to jump. “Are you even pregnant?”

Her hands immediately go to her still-flat stomach as she hesitates. “Of… Of course, I am.”

“You’re what? Five months along?” Soul asks.

“‘Bout that.”

“Damn. That sucks,” Prez says.

“Why do you say that?” Glitter asks.

“Well, I’m sure your doctor started your weekly injections of placenta booster.”

What?

“Oh, yeah.” Glitter nods enthusiastically. “She got me going on those a few weeks ago.”

Soul shoves his chair back and stomps around the table to grab her by the hair and yank her to her feet. “You fucking bitch,” he seethes. “You’re not pregnant.”

Glitter tries to free herself from his grip but fails. “I am pregnant,” she cries.

“There’s no such thing as placenta booster injections,” Abyss informs her.

Instantly, Glitter slumps in Soul’s grasp. “Oh.”

“Time to fess up, you stupid bitch,” I snap. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”

She crosses her arms over her chest defiantly. “No. I’m not pregnant. Satisfied?”

“Not even the tiniest fucking bit.” I stand and lean with my palms on the table. “You threatened Ivory,” I say, not even bothering to form the words into a question.

Her eyes widen. “She was gonna steal you from me!”

“I don’t belong to you!” I shout and swing my hands back and forth between us. “You and me… there is nothing there.”

“But there could be,” she whines.

“No, there couldn’t. I don’t even like you, much less like you enough to pursue a relationship.”

“But you had sex with me!” she shrieks.

“Newsflash, cunt,” Malice interjects. “You’re a club bunny which makes your sole purpose here to fuck any of us who are unattached. Sex is kinda the only thing in the job description.”

“I don’t believe this,” Glitter complains. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

“The fact that you think that, shows us just how beyond insane you are,” Thorn states.

“Malice, get her the fuck outta here,” Soul demands. “Grab Mark and any old lady who’s here and take them all downstairs. Let the old ladies dole out punishment in the Confessional while you and Mark stand guard in case they need you. Then kick her sorry ass off the property.”

“You’re gonna let the women handle her?” I ask, annoyed that I’m not able to do it.

“I am,” he confirms. “I want her punished, not dead.” He shifts his stare to Glitter. “At least, not yet. You show your face around here again or do anything to cause harm to a single person I give a damn about, and I’ll let the brothers kill you. Got it?”

Glitter nods, seemingly resigned to her fate.

Malice stands and stalks in her direction. As soon as he has her out of the room, all focus turns to Soul.

“Church is dismissed,” he says before leveling his gaze on me. “I suggest you talk to Ivory, and the sooner, the better. I don’t want her thinking she’s in danger from us.”

“Oh, I plan to,” I assure him.

Grim pounds on the table until we all glance at him. He lifts his hands and smirks. “I lost count of how many of you owe fifty bucks.”

“Jesus,” Soul mutters. “Fine. We’ll each pay the fifty bucks, and the money can be pooled for a baby gift for Ivory. That okay with you, ya big oaf?”

Grim nods. “Yep.”

“Get the hell outta my sight, all of you,” Soul demands.

The room empties out quickly, and I make my way to my room to shower before going to see Ivory. We need to have a long talk, and it can’t wait.