Page 13 of Spike's Perdition
“It happens more than you think,” I snap.
“He’s right,” Soul agrees. “And when we’re done with Mr. Maxwell, there’ll be one less embodiment of evil on this Earth.”
“But he’s in…”
My mind spirals back in time as my brothers try to come up with a plan to get the scumbag out of jail to be purged.
“I wanna go home.”
The social worker looks at me with annoyance and shakes her head. “I’m sorry, Hunter, but you can’t go home.”
She’s just one in a long line of social workers who’ve taken me away from my parents. You’d think I’d be used to it by now, but I hate foster homes.
I glance at the cast on my arm and will my mind to ignore the pain. “I won’t stay with another stupid family.”
“You don’t ha?—”
“Spike, you with us?”
I shake my head to clear it and level my gaze on Soul. “Yeah, Prez.”
“How long do you need?” he asks.
“Uh…”
Soul narrows his eyes, his disappointment showing. “We need a route to Wichita, Kansas so we can scope out the jail and see if a breakout is a viable option.”
“Right.” I nod. “I can have that in less than an hour.”
“Get it to me tomorrow morning,” Prez instructs.
“You got it.”
Church lasts another fifteen minutes, and then we all disperse. I make my way to my room to quickly come up with a game plan for whoever is going on the Wichita run. It takes some doing to avoid other MC territories, but in the end, I get it done in forty-five minutes.
After delivering it to Soul, I decide to head to Purgatory. The reminder of my childhood and the now burned-in-my-brainimages have put me in a funk that only alcohol and pussy can cure.
And I’m not in the mood for familiar pussy.
CHAPTER 5
IVORY
“You heifers are never gonna believewhat 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.
