Page 25 of Inglorious
A sigh escaped as the door flew open again and a hulking figure took up the entire entrance.
“Fuck’s sake. I’m getting saloon doors installed if this continues,” I complained.
The man moved two steps forward, and I rose to my feet and held his gaze.
“Heard there’s a new president in town,” the figure boomed, and I swear the building shook. Party and Gamer both took on delighted expressions, thinking this guy was here to boot me.
“Is that…?” Scythe asked Onyx.
“Yup,” Onyx stated grimly.
“It’s gonna take everyone to take that fucker down,” Jailbait said dryly.
“Well, is that true? Unwanted Bastards had a new president?” The guy moved forward, and I held his gaze.
“What about it? Hercules?” I demanded, folding my arms.
“Want my patch back,” Hercules retorted, and I laughed.
“See you got my message,” I said, and there were relieved sighs from behind.
“You’re batshit crazy, Nanci, to return, but you ain’t fuckin’ returning alone. Where’s the drunk asshole?” Hercules inquired as he lumbered forward.
He shoved Party and Gamer out of the way and wrapped me in a hug, lifting me off my feet. I exhaled as Hercules squeezed the air from my lungs before releasing me.
I drew in a deep breath, pleased to feel my lungs expand as the presidents looked on.
“You all remember Hercules. He’s my enforcer,” I said when I could.
“Glad to see you back,” Jailbait offered.
“Only back because the lady here is. Ain’t gonna let her take the heat alone,” Hercules replied. “What’s the issue with these assholes? They are in need of a beat-down?”
Gamer made a squeaking noise, and Party paled.
“They’re leaving and not allowed on Unwanted Bastards’ land. Should they ignore my order, they’ll take a long time recovering from the repercussions,” I warned.
Gamer literally skedaddled from the clubhouse with Party taking longer and trying to look nonchalant, but we all knew he was scared shitless.
“Never come back,” I threatened, and I saw Party stiffen. Still, Party didn’t say a word as he left.
“That asshole will cause trouble,” Hercules mused.
“Yeah, keep an eye out for him,” I murmured as the door opened, and Chill and Razor came in.
They openly gaped at Hercules before greeting him happily.
“Dude, you’ve returned?” Chill finally asked.
“For Nanci,” Hercules stated.
“Fuckin’ glad I ain’t gotta take that motherfucker down,” Scythe muttered, and I tried not to laugh.
“You back for good?” Chill demanded.
“Yup. Nanci reached out and left me a message explaining what was going on. Didn’t know shit had hit the fan,” Hercules replied.
“If you had, would you have returned earlier?” Drake asked, and Hercules turned a beady eye on him.
