Spike’s Perdition (Saints Purgatory MC #7)

31. Spike

CHAPTER 31

SPIKE

“He’s gonna hurt himself.”

I’m dimly aware of my brothers talking about me as if I’m not here, but I don’t give a damn. Lifting another chair, I launch it across the common room. It crashes into the wall and falls to the floor.

“Let him get it all out,” Soul says. “He needs this.”

Fuck yes, I do. It’s been two days, and we’re no closer to finding Glitter and my son than we were the second we started searching. The bitch has been a step ahead of us the entire time.

And Peanut is suffering because of it.

Peanut. Peanut. Peanut.

“He doesn’t even have a name yet,” I say to no one in particular, my shoulders slumping with defeat.

“We’re gonna find your boy,” Abyss insists, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

“You don’t know that.” My breath hitches in my chest. “He needed surgery when he was born, and he didn’t get it. He could be dead for all we know.”

“Spike, you can’t think like that,” Soul says, stepping up on my other side. “You’ve gotta pull yourself together. He needs you, and so does Ivory.”

“Oh, God, Ivory.” I run my hands through my hair, tugging on it until it hurts. I’d rather feel physical pain than all this emotional agony. “What if she never forgives me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, man.” Rogue steps in front of me. “This isn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it is. I’m the common denominator between Ivory and Glitter. If not for me, she wouldn’t be lying in a hospital, recovering from a near-death encounter.”

“And neither of you would have found the love of your liv?—”

The clubhouse alarm blares, and we all whip our heads in the direction of the elevator. That alarm only sounds when someone who doesn’t have access is trying to get into the garage.

“What the fuck?” Malice growls as he strides toward the elevator. He presses the button that opens up a secret door to a monitor. We usually use the security room, but we have this monitor here for emergencies. “Holy shit,” he mutters. “You’ve gotta come look at this.”

I rush forward, and when my eyes land on the screen, every muscle in my body tenses.

“Go get her,” Soul demands, pointing at Abyss and Rogue.

Glitter is standing directly in front of the camera that covers the outside of the garage, and she’s holding a baby. Her eyes appear crazed, and the baby’s mouth is open as if he’s crying.

“She’s got balls showing up here,” Soul says. “That’s for sure.”

“Balls and a death wish,” I seethe.

We continue to watch the monitor until Abyss and Rogue appear. Less than a minute later, the elevator door opens, and my living nightmare smiles at me like she isn’t on the hook for attempted murder and kidnapping.

“Spike,” Glitter says happily. “Come meet our son.”

Her cheerfulness shocks me, and I’m at a loss as to what to say or do. Fortunately, Abyss has no such problem.

“Hey, Glitter,” he says as he reaches for the baby. “Why don’t you let me check him over and make sure he’s doing okay while you and Spike talk?”

She wrinkles her nose but nods. “Yeah. Okay.”

I breathe a sigh of relief as soon as my son is in Abyss’s arms.

“I’m gonna check him out to make sure he’s good to make it to the hospital,” he says as he rushes toward the medical wing.

I want to follow. Everything in me needs to be with my son right now, but I force my attention on Glitter.

“You fucking bitch,” I snarl, grabbing her arm roughly and dragging her across the room. “I’m gonna end your miserable life.”

“Spike!” Soul shouts, and I halt. “Let us handle her. You’ve got more to worry about right now.”

“Not on your life,” I counter. “She’s mine to purge.”

“Yeah, great,” he says. “You can purge her. But not right this second.”

Glitter tries to look at me, but her movements are hampered by my grip. “What’s going on, Spike? I thought you’d be happy to see us.”

“You’re fucking delusional,” I spit out.

“But I got rid of that cunt so we could be together,” she whines. “We don’t have to sneak around anymore. We can be a family.”

“What the hell is she babbling about?” Rogue demands.

“Fuck if I know,” I reply. “Like I said… delusional.”

Glitter rips out of my grasp and straightens to her full height. I’ll give her this… she’s got no fear.

“I’m not delusional, baby,” she says, running her hands up my chest.

I shove her away, and she stumbles. “Touch me again, and it’ll be the last thing you ever do.”

“But Spike. We’re meant to be together. I gave birth to your son. You can’t walk away from us.”

“You didn’t give birth to him. You cut him out of his mother’s stomach and stole him.” Unable to stop myself, I slap her across the face. “You almost killed Ivory! You could’ve killed my son!”

Glitter’s eyes narrow. “Almost?” She shakes her head. “No. She was dead. I know she was.”

“No, she wasn’t. I found her just in time,” I tell her, enjoying the surprise in her eyes. “She’s alive, and so is my son. The three of us are going to be a family. All you’re gonna be is fucking dead, you crazy bitch.”

“No. No.” Glitter presses her hands to her ears as if to block out my words. “It’s me and you against the world, Spike. Me, you, and our son.”

“It’s you against Saints Purgatory,” Soul snarls. “You against the club and one pissed-off mama.”

“Hey, Spike!”

I twist to see Abyss walking toward me with my son in his arms. “Is he okay?”

He places the newborn in my arms and nods. “Yeah. He’s underweight and should be in the NICU, and he does need to get to the hospital and have that surgery, but he’ll be okay.”

Relief washes over me, and I place a kiss on my son’s soft head. “Did ya hear that, little man? You’re gonna be okay.”

“You and Abyss get that boy to the hospital and his mama,” Soul instructs. “We’ll take care of Glitter.”

“I want her alive when I get back,” I demand.

“You’re not really gonna let them do anything to me?” Glitter shrieks.

Ignoring her, Soul nods. “She’ll be breathing.”

“Thanks.” I turn to walk away, but then a thought occurs to me. “Call the cops and tell them they can call off the search, will ya? Make up some story about how we found him. I don’t really care as long as Ivory and I don’t have to deal with them.”

“Sure thing.” Prez smiles. “Go. Put your family back together, Daddy.”

“You got it, brother.”