Page 57 of Spike's Perdition
“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.
