Page 29 of Inglorious
Inglorious paid no attention to what I was doing. Instead, he attended his meetings, spoke at length to Doc Paul, and basically avoided me. That was no skin off my nose. He could do as he wished, but avoidance wouldn’t get him the club back.
I knew, thanks to Vortex, that Inglorious had seen Janet, a therapist most of the MCs used. Vortex reported back that Inglorious hadn’t seemed any different when he left her office, and I had to wonder if he’d shared with her. Again, not healing would delay his return to presidency. Inglorious had to grow up and take responsibility for his part in their deaths.
Come Saturday, I had Hercules clean the grills with King, and I sent Moon to Nemo to pick up food for a barbecue. Once, we’d been a family that hung out at weekends and strengthened our bonds. I intended to reestablish that and to create strong relationships with those existing and incoming. Saturday, we’d barbecue in the evening, and on Sunday, we’d either grill or work together to cook a dinner.
Inglorious could get with the programme or remain a lonely person. It was his choice.
Inglorious
She was fuckin’ everywhere. No matter where I looked, Nanci was there, her lithe, toned body tempting and tantalising me like she was the only female in the world. Even my tired cock noticed her, and he’d not responded to a woman for over a year. Plus, there were the plans she was implementing.
Oh, I didn’t mean the building and refurnishing. I meant the other things, like a cookout on Saturday and bonding on Sunday. Nanci was planning a ride for every Sunday morning, liaising with Scythe to find the best routes. Why the fuck Scythe was involved, I didn’t fuckin’ know, but he was pissing me off.
Even the fact that she’d repainted the common room and offices and refurnished the kitchen annoyed me. Nanci hadn’t asked for my input, just did as she wished, like always. It was one of the reasons… nope, I wasn’t going there. Instead, I changed direction and glowered at Razor and Chill, who were mooning after her. Little puppy dogs with their queen bitch. It didn’t help that King and Moon were also enamoured, and this only added insult to injury, with Vortex and Hercules.
Vortex had run when shit got bad. He’d walked away and not returned, even when we got clean. Now the fucker waltzedback in as VP. How dare Nanci install him in Psych’s position? Psych hadn’t been a traitor, not like Vortex. Vortex was weak and didn’t know the meaning of family.
And Hercules? Seriously? That bitch reappeared and took enforcer without a by-your-leave? He, too, had fled without a backward glance. Asshole claimed he didn’t want to be involved in what was happening at the club. I’d reached out to Hercules, offering him a place back here when we cleaned the shit from the MC. And Hercules hadn’t replied.
Rude bastard.
But Nanci bats her eyes, and they both come running. I didn’t like the fact she’d kicked two prospects, even though I’d have done the same. Disrespect towards someone in a position was never tolerated, and Party and Gamer had been taking the piss since I’d been… sick.
Now Nanci was shacked up in my office, giving orders, stealing respect due to me, and basically making my life a misery. And it wasn’t the first time she’d achieved that. Nope, Nanci was swanning around and causing me to feel emotions I didn’t need to. Not now and not ever.
Craving crawled up my throat, and I nearly choked on it. My hands shook as I battled the urge for a drink. I desperately needed one. The desire flooded my veins, filling them with fire, and I made a small noise of pain. Walking on a bed of a thousand nails wouldn’t hurt as much. Heavily, I sat down, my knees knocking together as I dropped my head into my palms.
“Don’t give in,” a ghostly voice whispered.
I closed my eyes.“Brother,” I murmured.
“You can do this. Roman, you’re strong enough. Look after her,” Psych continued.
A tear trickled down my face.
“You okay, man?” Razor asked, and I looked up.
“It’s killing me.”
“The booze, the withdrawal, the grief, or Nanci?” Razor said.
“All of them.” I chuckled dryly.
“Yeah, that would do it.” Razor reclined in his seat and linked his hands behind his head.
“How you doing?”
“Cancer’s kicking my ass. I’m trying to kick it back.”
“Need me to come with you?” I offered.
“Why? I’ve been doing this alone so far,” Razor replied without rancour.
“Ouch. Why not kick me when I’m down?”
“Inglorious, you deserve a lot worse. You chickened out on life, leaving us to drown. There wasn’t any talking to you while you were drunk, and Chill kept heading down the same path as you. We were all that remained, and you left us to suffer. We should have bonded together, but you tore us apart. Over time, I’ve dealt with my grief and rage. As a cancer patient, I got therapy, and it fuckin’ helped.”
“Hey, I met with Janet,” I defended.
