Page 18 of Inglorious
“Yeah. Are you still setting him free today?”
“Inglorious is sober, Nanci, you can’t keep him locked up forever,” Doc replied.
“In that case, while you check this out, I’ll go talk to him. The law needs laying down where Inglorious is concerned.”
“Nanci, he’s a man, a special man, no doubt, but still human. Don’t put Inglorious on a pedestal, because he’ll fail you,” Doc replied.
“Doc, that happened years ago. Nothing Inglorious does now surprises me,” I muttered and left him to check the doctor’s surgery and clinic out.
I dithered in front of the sheriff’s office for a bit before straightening my shoulders and heading in. I smelt Inglorious before I saw him, and no shit, Inglorious smelt bad.
“Smells like a brewery in here,” I stated, as I spotted him lounging on a cot. He sat up and glowered.
“You come to release me?” he asked, moving to the edge of the cot. I noticed he didn’t stand.
“Nope. We’re going to have a come-to-Jesus talk. And I’m Jesus, Inglorious,” I replied.
Inglorious’s nose wrinkled in that cute way he had. “Considering you’re wearing a patch that says president, I guessed that. Taken over, have you?”
“The MC deserved better than a drunken asshole.”
“There is no club!” Inglorious snapped.
“Strange, my VP, Secretary, and Chaplain think differently, so do my two brothers.” I watched Inglorious do the math.
“No way would Party or Gamer follow a woman,” he muttered.
“Nope.”
“You brought someone back.”
“Clever boy. Vortex is VP—”
“Vortex? That asshole is back?” Inglorious exclaimed.
“Yes, and is VP. Unlike you, I stayed in touch with many people. I’m not an isolationist prick. And continuing, Razor is Chaplin, and Chill is Secretary. King and Moon were patched in, and Gamer and Party were kicked out. You have also been busted down to member,” I stated and waited for the explosion.
Inglorious loved the Unwanted Bastards. He breathed and lived it. Unwanted Bastards was stamped into his very core. Instead of the flare of temper I expected, Inglorious looked beaten.
“How did you steal president?” Inglorious asked.
“Easily. The charter states that in the death of a ranked member, their nearest relative becomes their Legacy. The charter fails to state the Legacy must be male.”
Inglorious let out a bark of laughter. “Such an obvious loophole. Only you would know it.”
“No need to be bitter. After all, you threw the club away, Inglorious.”
“Nanci, you’ve always called me Roman.”
“And now you’re Inglorious and a member of my MC,” I retorted.
“It’s my fuckin’ club!” Inglorious roared.
There it was. His temper. I knew it was lurking somewhere. “Not anymore. You fucked with it.”
“Bitch, I’m the president, not you!”
“No, you’re not. You’re a bitter, twisted drunk. You’re acting like you’re the only person who lost loved ones. Well, I call bullshit, and pure selfishness on your behalf. Asshole, I’m alone in the world. Inglorious, I should be the one wallowing in self-pity and booze, but I owe Seth to live life fully. Seth gave his life for people to live the way they wish, and I’ll honour him for that.”
