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“You’re precious cargo.” Spike places a quick kiss on my lips. “I’m not taking any chances.”
“Okay,” I say breathlessly.
Spike climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the engine. “Ready to go home?”
I grin. “Let’s go!”
Not only am I ready to go home, I’m ready to end that miserable bitch.
CHAPTER 33
SPIKE
“Welcome home!”
I grin as Ivory and I step off the elevator and are greeted by shouts of excitement from my family.
Our family.
“I wanna see Jack,” Skye announces, walking in our direction. She has her arms extended and is making cooing noises. “Gimme that baby.”
Ivory hands her the carrier gently, careful not to wake Jack. He slept the entire way home from the hospital, and if I remember correctly from when Harper, Soul and Cece’s daughter, was an infant, sleep doesn’t always come so easily.
“We’re so glad you’re home,” Soul says, slapping me on the back. “And we’re thrilled to have you here, too,” he tells Ivory.
“Thanks. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” she replies. Then her gaze wanders as if she’s looking for someone. “Where is she?”
No clarification is needed. “She’s in the Confessional,” I tell her. “Why don’t you and Jack get sett?—”
“Take me to her,” Ivory demands.
“Are you sure?” Soul asks. “Nothing has to be done right away.”
“I need to know that that bitch is dead before I touch my son again. I need to know that she can’t taint our lives with her evilness.” She takes a deep breath. “So… Take me to her. Now.”
Soul and I exchange a look, and then I lead her across the room and onto the second elevator that only goes down.
“This isn’t gonna be pretty,” I warn.
“Not looking for pretty, Spike. I’m looking for complete obliteration.”
When we step into the hallway just outside the Confessional, I link my fingers through hers and force her to face me.
“Ivory, once you take a person’s life, there’s no going back. That’s not something that can be undone, so I need you to be sure this is what you want. Because if you’re not, I can handle it on my own.”
She takes a deep breath, rage entering her brown eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
“Anything?” I tease, tilting her chin up.
“Anything other than loving you and Jack,” she clarifies sweetly.
“Okay, then. Let’s do this.”
Ivory hesitates for a moment when the door to the Confessional opens, but she quickly squares her shoulders and strides inside. I follow.
“Oh, Spike, I’m glad you’re home.”
I see Glitter’s still delusional.
