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“Probably not. But when Nanci called, I answered. That matters, and this is club business,”
Hercules retorted, and Drake chuckled. “Why are you fuckers all here, anyway?”
“Those two assholes had issues with Nanci as president and planned to cause trouble. They came to each of us demandingthat we boot Nanci out. What they forgot was, although we’re allies, we’ve got no horse in the race in running Unwanted Bastards,” Onyx said.
“That’s a saying I’ve not heard before. Anyway, you’re here to stir shit up? Do I need to bust heads?” Hercules demanded.
“Yeah, we can’t take him,” Jailbait murmured, and I began laughing.
“Take a breath, Hercules. You’re scaring the natives.”
Hercules chuckled and looked to the bar. “No prospect on duty?”
“No prospects left. Booted two and patched in the other two. They were doing everything possible to keep the club afloat.”
“Are you looking, Nanci?” Lance asked.
“Yeah. I haven’t put the word out that we’re recruiting yet, and honestly… I have a feeling that our reputation ain’t too great,” I replied.
“Actually, it’s common knowledge within the clubs, but outside of that, nobody else knows. The public thinks Unwanted Bastards are grieving and taking their time rebuilding,” Tiger said.
“None of their business anyway,” Chill stated, and I agreed.
“I turned two potentials away last week. They weren’t ex-military, although they were impressive. I have their contact details if you’re interested?” Lance said.
“Did you interview them?” I asked.
“Yes. And believe me, if Fallen Warriors’ charter didn’t state they needed to be ex-military, I’d have snapped them up. Bat can send Vortex their info, if you want?”
“Sure, thanks, Lance. We need them as, at the moment, Inglorious is reduced to scut duty, which the prospects usually do,” I replied, and everyone turned to stare. I looked at them wide-eyed. “What?”
“You’re making Inglorious do prospect duties?” Chance asked.
“Yup. It will make or break him.”
“No shit, holy hell, Nanci, you’re causing some shit.” Scythe chuckled.
“Will you hand president back?” Tiger questioned.
“Yeah, if he sobers up and stays that way. If not, the club is mine, and when we’ve got a full inner circle, we’ll vote on a president,” I replied.
“I’ll be fuckin’ sober,” Inglorious growled from behind.
I turned to face him.
“That remains to be seen. Do you love the drink more, or will your alleged love of the club appear and win through?”
“Don’t get comfortable,” Inglorious snapped as he stormed past. I noted how he looked straight ahead and didn’t meet anyone’s gaze. That worried me, and I hoped that wasn’t a bad sign. If it did, then I’d kick the shit out of him like I did Party. That wouldn’t bother me at all.
Chapter Six.
Nanci
Two days had passed since Inglorious attended his first AA meeting, and to say there was friction in the clubhouse was an understatement. It wasn’t caused by me, Hercules, or Vortex but by Inglorious. His struggle with not succumbing to a drink was tangible, and we all felt his urge just to have ‘one’.
However, to give him his due, Inglorious had managed to refrain from drinking, and I could respect that. It was early days yet, so I wasn’t handing over the presidency on less than a week.
Today, the new furniture I’d ordered was arriving for the clubhouse, but I had a huge task in front of me. Something I was dreading.
