Page 56 of Spike's Perdition
“We gonna stand here all day or go in?”
I take a deep breath. “Go in.”
“Then get a move on.”
We’re the last two in the room, and judging by the looks on everyone’s faces, Soul started without us.
“Two babies,” Frenzy comments. “Sucks to be you.”
“Don’t let Heather hear you say that,” Rogue states, referring to Frenzy’s old lady.”
“Have a seat, and we’ll get started,” Malice instructs.
Once Possum and I are in our chairs, Soul calls the meeting to order.
“I’ll let you fill them in,” Prez says.
“Not sure I know any more than you do,” I admit. “But what I do know is bad enough.”
“Care to share with the class?” Thorn asks sarcastically.
“The short version is that Glitter threatened Ivory,” I explain. “Bitch told her that if she told me she was pregnant, the club would retaliate by offing her and the baby.”
Grim shoots to his feet and lifts his hands. “You’re not fucking serious.”
“Deadly,” I confirm. “No pun intended.”
“Why the hell would she do that?” Abyss asks.
“Apparently, she told Ivory that she’s my old lady.” I shrug. “Staking her claim, I guess. But it doesn’t matterwhyshe did it, just that she did.”
“I don’t know about anyone else, but I wanna get Glitter in here and get some answers,” Rogue states. “I know that’s typically reserved for the Confessional, but she’s pregnant, so…”
“About that…” I run my fingers through my already disheveled hair. “I’m not sure she actually is pregnant. She was all sketchy when I asked to go to her next doctor’s appointment.”
“Well, until we know for sure, we question her here,” Soul says. “Possum, go get her.”
“You got it,” Possum says as he rises and leaves the room.
It’s not two minutes later, and he practically drags her in behind him. He leads her to an empty chair and pushes down on her shoulders to force her to sit.
“Uh, what’s this all about?” Glitter asks nervously. She tries to stand, but Possum remains behind her and doesn’t let her move.
Soul and I exchange a look, and he nods, silently giving me permission to do the questioning. I shift my eyes to Glitter and scowl.
“Make that appointment yet?” I ask, lulling her into a false sense of security.
“Oh, um… the thing is… I tr?—”
“Cut the shit,” I snap, pounding my fists on the table, causing her to jump. “Are you even pregnant?”
Her hands immediately go to her still-flat stomach as she hesitates. “Of… Of course, I am.”
“You’re what? Five months along?” Soul asks.
“‘Bout that.”
“Damn. That sucks,” Prez says.
