Page 2 of Inglorious
“Fuck. He’s got a hole in him the size of a fist,” Ben exclaimed from close by.
“Who has?” I demanded. Frantically, I began patting Chill down. I needed to shove my hand in his wound and save him.I’m his brother, his Prez.
Dead!
Don’t let him go!
The words screamed in my mind. I clung to Razor, too, who was on his knees trying to get me to release Chill.
“If I let Chill go, he’ll die!” I screamed; not even a whimper this time. Oddly, I fell backwards, feeling pain in my side and wondering what was happening.
“Medic!” Razor screeched, and I hugged him. He had to be hurt to cry out like that. Damn, I needed to take Razor’s agony, take their hurts and injuries, and then they’d survive.
“Dude, I’m strong enough. Give me their wounds.” I spoke to Ramirez.
He was crying.
Make him stop. If Ramirez stopped and left me alone, I could save Chill and Razor.
The sky caught my gaze, so fuckin’ blue. How dare it be so beautiful when death surrounded me? Somebody attempted to wrench Chill from my grip, and I fought to hold on. However, I was strapped down now.
“Keep pressure on Inglorious. I can put my fist in that hole in his side,” Ben snapped at someone.
Me? I have a hole in my side? I couldn’t feel it.
“Let me die. I can look after my brothers then,” I said.
“Get Inglorious to the hospital,” Ramirez ordered, and they lifted me.
I spotted Chill and Razor both being carried out on stretchers.
Dead.
All gone. My club, the reason for living.
Dead.
“Save Razor and Chill. Save them,” I tried to tell someone, but they were shoving a tube down my throat and working on me. They weren’t paying attention.
DEAD.
The Unwanted Bastards has three living members. The rest died in a war that wasn’t ours.
I closed my eyes.
Just let me fuckin’ die.
Chapter One.
Nanci.
“There’s someone to see you, Nanci,” Lila said, coming into the room.
“Honey, I go on in five minutes. Inform them I’m not taking visitors,” I replied.
Lila shook her head. “This one’s a dish, Nanci, a real sexy beast, even if he’s older than I usually go for.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what, I’m not expecting anyone. Go get him!” I tucked the last curl into place and checked my makeup again before standing up. My gown fell to my ankles, and my toes peeped out. They were painted a cute pink colour tonight, which matched my short but neat fingernails.
