Page 55 of Spike's Perdition
“She told you that?”
“Yes.”
“And you believe her?” he counters. “She wouldn’t be the first girl to try and trap a biker with a bogus pregnancy.”
Instant fury bubbles in my gut, and I lunge at him. I shove him off the bench, and when he hits the floor, he grunts as he stares at me incredulously.
“She’s not lying,” I snarl.
“Right. Okay.” He holds a hand out for me to help him to his feet. As soon as he’s upright, he continues. “What about Glitter?”
I huff out a breath. “What about her?”
“Don’t be stupid. You know exactly what I’m asking about.”
“She still insists she’s pregnant. But…” I run both hands through my hair. “Fucking hell, I don’t know what to think.”
“What does your gu?—”
“There you are!”
Abyss and I whirl toward the door where Skye and Cece are barreling over the threshold with their arms crossed over their chests.
“We’re in the middle of so?—”
“I don’t care if you’re preparing for a visit from the Pope himself,” Cece snaps, closing the distance between us. “How dare you treat Ivory the way you have.”
“Pretty sure this is the last place the Pope would wanna be,” I say, trying to make a joke, but it falls on deaf ears.
“You left her in that diner, sobbing her heart out,” Skye accuses.
“And on that note, I’m outta here.” Abyss strides out of the room, leaving me to deal with the old ladies.
“She lied to me,” I tell them. “She’s pregnant with my son, and she li?—”
“Give me a break, Spike,” Cece seethes. “She didn’t want to keep anything from you, but she didn’t have a choice.”
“There’s always a choice.”
“Not when a skanky bitch threatens to have her and her unborn child killed by the club for stealing…” Skye lifts her hands and makes air quotes. “... ‘her man’.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“She’s talking about Glitter,” Cece clarifies. “Fucking bitch told Ivory that you and she are an item, and that Ivory better stay away or else.”
Rage like I’ve never felt runs through my veins like lava. “She did what?” I growl.
“You heard me. Ivory wanted to tell you, but she was scared for her life and the life ofyourson.”
“I’ll kill her.”
I stomp past them toward the door, but Cece grabs my arm and halts me in my tracks.
“Soul’s already called church,” she informs me, and when I narrow my eyes in confusion, she continues. “I filled him in as soon as I got here. He said he was calling church and to tell you to get your ass in there.”
My expression softens. “Thanks, Cece.”
I rush out of the gym, through the hall and common room, and come to a stop outside the door to the room where church is held. Possum comes from the other direction and stops next to me.
