Page 49 of Spike's Perdition
“We’re here for you, night or day,” Megan says, leading Eric to her car.
I give a small wave before closing the door and locking it tight. After crawling into bed, I let Eric’s words replay over and over in my head about what he’s observed at Purgatory.
Spike deserves to know. I’ll make it clear that I don’t want a relationship with him or want to interfere in his life with Aubrey, but I have to tell him. He just has a right to know he has a son, and that said son needs surgery.
I can onlypray I’m making the right decision.
Time to prove what kind of man you are, Spike.
CHAPTER 20
SPIKE
“That’ll be one seventeen fifty-two.”
I hand my card to the cashier and wait while she runs the transaction through. As soon as she hands it back, I return it to my wallet and grab the bag with my purchase.
“Have a good one,” I say as I walk out of the store.
I wasn’t planning on leaving Sinful Wheels at all today, but I broke one of my tools when I threw it at the wall for not cooperating and needed to replace it immediately. Besides, the ride to the store gave me a chance to clear my head and calm down.
As I’m walking to my bike, I pull out my cell to text Knuckles, who’s holding down the fort at the shop while I’m gone. Before I can hit send, my phone is knocked out of my hand when someone bumps into me. I lift my head and open my mouth to give the fucker an earful but quickly freeze.
“Ivory.”
She immediately puts the bag she’s carrying in front of her like a barrier. “Spike, I, uh…”
My eyes drop to the logo of a baby in a cradle on the bag, and my hackles rise. “Doing some shopping?”
She lowers her head for a moment before squaring her shoulders, leveling her dark eyes on mine, and dropping the bag to the ground next to her.
“You could say that,” she says, defiance in her tone.
Shock kicks me in the gut worse than any horse ever could. “You’re pregnant.”
“I am.”
“Wow, um… How far along are you?”
Ivory pulls her brows together. “About as far along as Aubrey,” she hisses.
“Aubrey?”
She huffs out a breath and picks up her bag. “Yeah, you know… your baby mama.”
“Glitter?” I ask. “How do you know Glitter?”
“Who’s Glitter?”
I bend to pick up my phone and shove it in my cut which gives me a moment to collect my thoughts. Running into Ivory was not on my to-do list for the day, not to mention finding out that she’s pregnantandknows Glitter.
“Can we start over?” I ask when I straighten.
“Where exactly?” she sasses. “Do you wanna go all the way back to before that dare of yours, or are you talking about just the last few minutes?”
I arch a brow. “Whichever one gets you to settle down and actually talk to me.”
For a split-second I worry she’ll turn around and storm in the opposite direction, but she surprises me when she nods curtly.
