Spike’s Perdition (Saints Purgatory MC #7)

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

IVORY

Three months later…

“Megan good with you stepping back?” Spike asks as he peels back the comforter and slips in beside me.

“More than okay,” I assure him. “Jeremy’s practically been running things with her since I’ve been gone. He’s excited for the promotion.”

After my near-death and Jack’s kidnapping, I did some soul-searching. I can’t justify taking such risks with my life anymore. I have a family to think about, and it’s not fair to them to worry about me every time I leave for the day or an extended trip. Spike agreed but never pressured me. I’ll still be a co-owner of Chase the High and help when I can. But there’ll be no more dangerous activities.

“Good.” Spike nibbles on my neck and palms my breast.

I melt into his touch and groan. His hand dips lower, caressing my body as he teases my belly button. His fingers skim the outline of my panties before his hand pushes under the waistband. Spike rubs my clit fast, applying the right amount of pressure to make me come undone.

His mouth covers mine to silence me as I scream my release. The last thing either of us want to do is wake up Jack. He’s finally thriving, but it took us a couple of weeks to get his schedule fixed. Our little boy decided he’d rather be up at night and sleep during the day. We’re finally on a normal sleep schedule, and there’s no way we’re going to wreck that.

I grip Spike’s cock, but he gently pulls my hand away. He kisses me gently before rolling me over and pressing his front to my back, wrapping his arms around me.

“Tonight is about you,” he whispers.

“Love you.” I snuggle into his warmth.

“Love you.”

Spike and I sleep soundly, and the last thing I expect when I wake up is to be ushered off to a tattoo parlor. Yet, that’s exactly where I am… and breastfeeding Jack, no less.

When I pictured my bachelorette party, I imagined drunkenness and strippers, not this. However, this is much better.

“What color did you decide on?” Skye asks.

“Pink,” I reply. “Not very badass, I know.”

“The color doesn’t mean shit.” Jez plops down next to Skye. “The person wearing the tattoo is a badass, and girl you are a complete badass.”

I shake my head, but Violet speaks up. “You survived. That takes more courage than letting death take you.”

“Hell, yeah!” Cece cheers.

“As President of the Badass Bitches Club, I feel I should say a few words,” Carmella chimes in.

“This ought to be good,” Cece mumbles.

“Can it, Hooker.” Carmella narrows her eyes. “As I was saying… We gather here today to welcome the newest member to the BBC.”

Megan spits out her drink. “BBC?” she chokes.

Carmella groans. “I know, I hear it now.”

Everyone bursts out laughing.

“To Ivory,” Apple shouts.

“Oh, no. This is all your fault.” I glare at Apple.

Apple sits back shocked. “What did I do?”

“You’re the reason I got knocked up,” I accuse.

“Um…” Megan speaks up. “Pretty sure that was Spike’s fault.”

I shake my head. “Nope, this is all on Apple. I would’ve just danced with him and let it go, but oh, no, she had to go and sing Soul of a Saint. ”

“Oh, yeah,” Cece agrees. “Totally Apple’s fault. That song makes every woman within a two-mile radius horny.”

“It should come with a damn warning label,” I joke.

“Noted.” Apple smiles. “But you got one helluva a little man out of it.”

“And a big one,” Violet adds.

“Alright,” I concede. “You’re forgiven.”

I switch boobs and notice the room has gone quiet. “What’s wrong?”

Apple giggles. “I think you broke Possum.”

Possum is staring at Jack with a look of wonder on his face. “Oh, fuck. Sorry, Ivory,” he apologizes.

“Better hope Spike doesn’t kick your ass for staring at his woman’s tits,” Carmella teases.

“Shit,” Possum mutters.

“I won’t tell,” I whisper.

“I will,” Jez promises.

Possum grimaces. “Can you at least wait until after the wedding, so I don’t have a black eye?”

“Sure,” Jez says cheerfully. “It’ll be my wedding gift to Spike.”

“Where are you going to get it?” Megan asks, taking Jack from me. “The tattoo, I mean.”

“On my shoulder,” I reply.

Possum fires up the tattoo gun. Surprisingly, all I feel is peace. Never in a million years did I think I’d ever get something permanently inked on my body. After having Jack literally cut out of me, though, needles aren’t as scary anymore.

Violet’s right. I survived . We survived.

Spike

One week later…

“You ready, brother?”

I glance at my reflection in the mirror in the gym. When I asked Ivory to marry me, I was fully expecting her to want me in a monkey suit for the ceremony, but she surprised me when she said that she wanted everything to be more casual.

“More than ready,” I reply to Thorn.

He’s helping me get ready while the rest of the brothers set up the common room and the old ladies help Ivory with Jack.

“I can’t believe she said yes.”

“Dude, she had my kid,” I remind him. “Of course, she said yes.”

“It all makes sense now,” he taunts. “She felt obligated.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Thorn laughs. If it weren’t for the small matter of a wedding ceremony, I’d beat the shit out of him.

Before we can continue our banter, Mark walks into the gym. “Everything’s ready.”

I nod at him, silently wondering when we’re gonna vote on the prospect’s patch. When we were all so busy with Ivory and finding Jack, he really stepped up to handle Carter Maxwell’s purge. Normally, we wouldn’t want a prospect involved too much in that, but it couldn’t be helped.

Besides, he’s Malice’s brother and has earned the right to show us what he’s made of.

“Let’s get this show on the road,” Thorn announces several minutes later, breaking into my thoughts. “Keep her waiting too long, and she’s liable to walk right out of the clubhouse.”

Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and follow him out of the gym. The common room looks amazing, and my heart stutters in my chest as I take my place at the makeshift altar.

The music starts, and Apple begins to sing Soul of a Saint. I can’t stop the laugh that barrels out of my chest. Ivory must’ve arranged this because I don’t remember planning it.

My vision blurs when Ivory steps into sight. She’s wearing a strapless, floor-length dress and has never looked more beautiful. When she reaches me, she twists, showing me the tattoo on her shoulder that she’s managed to keep hidden since she got it.

“I love it,” I whisper.

“I love you,” she says.

The ceremony goes by without a hitch. Jack, bless his tiny heart, is quiet through the whole thing, waiting until I’m told to kiss the bride to start wailing.

Ivory groans but with a smile. “Guess he’s hungry.”

I pull her close. “So am I.”

My old lady winks. “Meet me in our room in thirty.”

“You got it.”

Ivory takes Jack from Cece while I address everyone.

“Sorry, guys, but duty calls. Feel free to kick off the party, and we’ll join you as soon as we can.”

Cheers and good-natured ribbing fills the room, as well as my soul. This is the life I was destined for, the family I deserved all along.

I join Ivory and Jack in our room. Ivory’s eyes are closed, but she’s not sleeping, and Jack’s tiny fist kneads her breast as he sucks.

Ivory and Jack. Jack and Ivory.

The only two people in the universe who make me feel whole.