Page 16 of Inglorious
Fluids! Who the fuck wants fluids? I wanted a whiskey. Hell, even beer would do. My hands trembled even as I fisted and un-fisted them.And her. Nanci stood in front of me, all pert and cute, and was destroying everything. I hated her with a passion. Nanci was between me and the bottle, and what right did she have?
Nanci didn’t feel this agony, didn’t have nightmares like me. What fuckin’ right did she have to judge or make decisions for me, to take—wait, was that my president patch? An angry roar escaped me, causing Nanci and Doc Paul to jump. She’d stolen my club.That bitch.
“Give me a fuckin’ drink and let me the hell out!” I yelled.
Nanci sent me a disgusted look.
My hands shook even more as my gut clenched, and vomit rose. Nanci was making me sick; she was behind this physical suffering I was enduring. The woman was a smug know-it-all. I twisted as pain struck my stomach, and I bent over. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of puking in front of her.
Nanci sent me a revolted look.
Oh baby, you’ve no idea how disgusted and disappointed I am to still be alive. Believe me. Not even fuckin’ death wants my sorry ass.
Nanci
Inglorious was in a terrible state. His recovery wasn’t simple. Doc Paul asked me to stay away for a few days because my presence upset him. Well, wasn’t that a crying fuckin’ shame?
I was here doing Inglorious’ job and leaving my life behind because he couldn’t get his act together. He’d always been strong, and yet now he was a wimp. I’d nothing but loathing for how he was reacting to everything. Inglorious and Seth may have been best friends and brothers, but Seth was my blood brother and the only family member I’d had remaining. Inglorious still had relatives, so I should be the one drowning my sorrows in a bottle.
Instead, I was the person picking up the crap Inglorious had left and fixing everything. He was a tool, and that was me being polite. Agitated, I headed back to the clubhouse. I’d emailed Apache and Rock the main fixtures, however, I had to buy all the other shit that was needed to outfit a kitchen, such as blenders, crockpots, and cutlery. My earlier joy in doing so had evaporated, and now it was a tedious chore.
Before I knew it, church had rolled around. Thankfully, I finished my last purchase and headed downstairs. I was nervous. This would be my first time in church, and I’d no idea how it had been carried out before, but I’d my own plans.
When I entered, Razor was already there. Moments later, Chill followed on my heels and offered a shocked look when he spotted me sitting at the top of the table. Chill remained quiet, taking his seat. Vortex was the last in. He shut the door and shook his head.
“What?” I asked.
“This is a sorry-looking bunch,” Vortex stated, and I snorted.
“Ain’t no shame in saying it, yeah, we are small on numbers. Okay, church is in session. Vortex has an update on finances,” I said, looking at him.
Vortex gave a report. Somehow, the businesses were still turning a real nice profit. It wasn’t too detailed, as neither of us had time to examine the accounts. After his report, Vortex fell silent.
“I don’t know how things were done in the past, but we’re working to an agenda now. If you want to raise an issue, you need to slot your name in on the agenda, which will be posted on my door. For today, I’ll give you an update on what’s happening. Chill, I’ve discussed this with Vortex. Plug had no heirs, there is no Legacy for his secretary position. We’d like you to take it,” I said and passed Vortex the patch, proclaiming Chill as such.
Chill stared down at the secretary patch and swallowed hard. “Nanci, I don’t deserve this. I’ve spent a lot of time in a bottle.”
“But you’re clean and not an addict. Take that and honour Plug,” I ordered.
Chill nodded and clenched it tightly in his hand. “I won’t let you down, Nanci.”
“I know you won’t. Get something to write with because I’ve some shit for you to do,” I replied. Chill got up and moved to a desk and pulled out a pad and pen.
“First off, release it that we’re recruiting prospects. They’ll do a minimum year before even being considered as brothers. Secondly, King and Moon. They’ve done over and above what a prospect was expected to. They need to be patched in. We’re going to vote now. Moon,” I stated and glanced around. One by one they all said, aye.
“King,” I said next. He got a similar result. “Call them in, Chill, please.”
Chill stuck his head out the door and bellowed. Moon arrived first and appeared confused why he was present. King entered a few seconds after him, his face expressionless.
“For your loyalty to the club and its brothers, you’ve earned your patches. Usually, we’d tease you and give you some shit, but I haven’t got the patience for that. Take a seat and collect your patches from Chill after church. He’s the secretary,” I said.
Both Moon and King looked surprised at the unexpected patching in, but sat down.
“You haven’t missed much, just a finance update. Meet Vortex after this for a run-down and your new percentage of profits. As of Monday, Blackrock Construction is coming to redo the kitchen refit. That should be done within a week. They’re re-ordering the cabinets and everything today, so it should all arrive in time.
“After the kitchen, next will be the Trout farm and larger saloon. They’ll be the money makers for now. Apache is going to update me on building timelines. It’s possible I might need to juggle the order of construction.
“I’ve also done a list of dependants. I’m concerned about Kya, Heat’s daughter. Does anyone know what happened to her?” Those around the table shook their heads. “Vortex, track Kyadown. Manda was a drugged-out skank, and I’ve grave concerns about her care.”
