Page 20 of Inglorious
“Inglorious, I know Nanci’s laid the law down. She’s as scared as you, and she’s sacrificing a lot. This wasn’t her role or her duty, but Nanci’s taken it on. You need to retake president.”
“I know what I need to do, Doc,” I snapped irritably. People needed to stop telling me the fuck what to do! I understood what was happening.
“Then do it. And by the way, Nanci has offered me a role in the inner circle as club medic. I’m considering it,” Doc Paul said, and I jolted.
“You’re Snake’s cousin. His Legacy.”
“Yup. And you’re shaming his memory. Inglorious, make no mistake, I’m firmly on Nanci’s side.”
“Seems every fucker is, including my own brothers.”
I stumbled out and headed to the clubhouse. I was shocked to see construction trucks and workmen going about their daily routines. Barging through the doors, I spotted Nanci standing at a table with Apache, looking at something. She was shaking her head and pointing at blueprints on the table.
Apache nodded beside her, agreeing with whatever she was saying. They glanced up, and Nanci sent me a warning look before dropping her gaze back to the plans. Apache looked shocked at my condition, but held his tongue.
“Inglorious, you have been moved into room twenty-four,” Nanci said, looking back up and holding my gaze.
“What the fuck? Mine is number one,” I snapped. My eyes flicked to the bar, and I almost tasted the liquor behind it. My skin crawled as if a thousand bugs were running over me.
“Eyes on me, not the booze! You have your first therapy appointment tomorrow and an AA meeting tonight. Room one isfor the president. That’s not you. Your things were moved earlier this week. Room twenty-four,” Nanci stated, and I was shocked.
Fuck. The bitch had kicked me out of my room. It was the largest one, and the guys had insisted I had it as president. Back then, I’d not been too bothered. Now it was something to fight over. I opened my mouth to demand that Nanci give it back.
“Haven’t you shit to do? Like shower? Don’t stand there stinking up the common room. When you’ve showered, report back to me,” Nanci said before I could speak.
I felt like I’d been slapped. Nobody talked to me with such derision and distaste in their voice. I’d always commanded respect. Guess drunks don’t get that.
Without a word but anger burning deep inside, I headed out. Chill’s wide eyes caught my gazed, and I sent him a furious look. Chill should have come to my aid and supported me. Fuckin’ traitor.
This was my MC, and they’d all soon remember that.
Nanci
Apache stared at me in shock.
“What?” I asked.
“Can’t believe you just busted Inglorious’s balls like that in public.”
“Apache, I’m president. Are you telling me Drake wouldn’t do similar?” I retorted.
“Probably, but Inglorious holds a lot of respect. Don’t push him too far,” Apache warned.
“Or what? He’ll hit the bottle again? Apache, Inglorious disrespected all of those who died. I’m having to give up my apartment, which I love, my job as a headlining act, and sell myvery lucrative business. Why the fuck should I give Inglorious any courtesy or respect?”
“Shit, Nanci, why are you doing that?” Apache demanded.
“How long before Inglorious falls into a bottle? I can’t leave Seth’s legacy like this. He died for this club and that damn war. That asshole needs a year to sober up. And even if Inglorious gets sober earlier, I can’t trust him not to fall back into the bottle. My life in Vegas is done for the next couple of years. And after six months, I’ll no longer be relevant as a headliner.”
“Shit,” Apache repeated.
“Yeah. Life sucks. So, I won’t treat the bastard who’s just upended my life with respect because he can’t cope with reality.”
“Ouch. Just remember, Inglorious loved them, Nanci, like you did, and he is filled with guilt.”
“You know something, Apache? Guilt is a useless emotion. It doesn’t do anyone any good. Feeling guilt means nothing. Actions mean more to me right now.”
Apache nodded. “Let’s finalise this then, shall we?”
