Page 13 of Inglorious
Calmly, I went back to searching for appliances. Vortex had contacted Apache and Rock, who ran Blackrock Construction, and asked them to visit today. Now that the clubhouse was clean, it wasn’t an embarrassment. And I needed shit moving in Merritt as we were losing money sitting on this potential goldmine.
Just as I was placing an order for an industrial grill and oven, the doors opened again. Two tall, muscled and handsomemen entered. They glanced around and raised an eyebrow, and I inwardly winced. Undoubtably, they’d seen the previous state of the clubhouse.
“Nanci, you look good,” Apache spoke first, and I nodded as I rose to greet them. Apache’s eyes landed on my cut, which stated president, but he never commented.
“Agreed,” Rock said.
We’d all learned that Rock had little to say unless it concerned his family. Ask about Carly and the kids, and Rock would talk for hours.
“How long are you staying?” Apache asked as they approached the table. I was working in the common room. I could have taken the office, but I’d known Chill was being released by Doc Paul and I didn’t want him sneaking past me.
“As long as it takes to get the club back on the righteous path. Is there a problem?” I replied, ready to do battle.
“Where is Inglorious?” Rock demanded bluntly.
“In the town’s jail, pissing and puking everywhere, no doubt. Doc Paul is with him.” I held their gazes steadily. I wouldn’t retreat, and they had no right to interfere in the club’s business.
“Shit that bad?” Apache asked.
“Inglorious is an alcoholic, of course it’s that awful.”
“Inglorious? You never called Inglorious his club name before,” Rock said.
“My brother is gone. Most of the Unwanted Bastards are dead, murdered in a war that was not theirs to fight. Rage has no shade to throw here. The Unwanted Bastards is not a brother club to Rage, but an ally. You don’t have an opinion about what’s happening here. This is my MC. Seth died for it, I’m his Legacy, and that means I can do what I damn well want.
“No, I don’t call Inglorious, Roman, anymore. Why? Because Roman wouldn’t have pushed the club into a war that wasn’t his or risked so many lives. Roman is dead, and Inglorious is whatremains. And Inglorious made several critical mistakes that cost the MC and family members dearly,” I informed them.
“Fury would have come after the Unwanted Bastards eventually,” Apache said.
“No doubt. Which is why I’m here, because if I didn’t believe that, I’d leave the club Seth died for to rot. That’s the only reason I can stay. But Rage fucked up and caused a lot of pain. That’s the truth of the matter,” I stated.
Apache and Rock both stood straighter before nodding.
“Rage didn’t know Fury was alive,” Rock replied finally.
“That may be so, but when Rage discovered he was and found his location, you didn’t act appropriately. You should have staked out Fury’s clubhouse until he showed and then put a bullet through his brain. Rage failed and instead reinforced Rapid City. That’s your mistake. Fury is your error. But nobody can change the past or bring Seth back. So, in the interests of our alliance, I’m moving forward and trying not to hold grudges,” I admitted.
“What do you need?” Apache asked.
Well, that was acceptance.
“The outside and the bedrooms were remodelled in the clubhouse, however, in here and the offices require a fresh coat of paint. The kitchen also needs a remodel. Vortex, the prospects, and I have gutted it. Coincidently, I was purchasing appliances when you arrived,” I said.
“Shit, you threw everything?” Rock exclaimed.
“Yes, why?”
“That stuff was under two years old.”
“Believe me, if you’d seen what was growing on them, you’d have dumped them, too. I’m ordering like for like, so the sizes shouldn’t differ much, but the kitchen is four bare walls and nothing else. Perhaps you want to see?”
“Yeah, if you can mail us the links for the appliances you’re buying, we’ll check it out. Did you say you ripped the cupboards out as well?” Apache asked. He handed me a business card with an email address on.
“Yup. I won’t put anything in a cupboard that once had black mould growing in it!”
Apache’s nose wrinkled. “Agreed.”
They headed into the kitchen as I placed the final order and emailed the address on the card. Stiffly, I rose to my feet as someone knocked on the door, and I glanced over as Moon answered it. It was Chill’s food.
