Page 39 of Inglorious
After unloading on Janet about what a pain Nanci was being, I felt better. We hadn’t discussed my dead brothers, but Janetseemed pleased that I’d opened up at least. She’d helped me sort some of my tangled feelings about Nanci out. I didn’t have clarity yet, but was gaining it slowly.
“Inglorious!” someone called and jolted me from my thoughts. Curiously, I looked up and saw Lindsey heading towards me. Lindsey was Lowrider’s old lady from Rage MC.
“Hey! How are you?” she asked as she approached and hugged me tightly.
In response, I returned Lindsey’s hug and stepped back. Rage MC was highly possessive of its women.
“Good. How are you?”
“We’re fine. I can’t say how wonderful it is to see you,” Lindsey continued. She looked beside herself with glee, to be honest.
“Yeah. How’s the club?” I asked.
“Rage is… recovering,” Lindsey said, and I nodded. They’d lost Grey, one of their prospects. The former FBI man had refused to leave when Drake ordered the prospects safe. Instead, Grey had died saving Serenity, Drake’s daughter. Willow, Grey’s woman, had fled Rapid City and hadn’t been seen here since.
Even though I’d been drunk, I recently heard a rumour that Fanatic, a Hellfire prospect, was intending to go after Willow. He’d been good friends with both Willow and Grey. By all accounts, Fanatic intended to bring her back.
“Glad to hear,” I replied. Lindsey stared at me.
“Are you honestly okay?”
“Slowly getting there. Healing is a long process, but I’m receiving help and I’m sober.”
Guilt flashed in Lindsey’s eyes, and I guessed that was what she’d been wondering.
“You can ask Lindsey, it’s out there, I’ve spent the last year drunk, and everyone knows it. I’m attending AA and seeing Janet,” I informed her. No doubt that titbit of information would find its way back to Rage.
“Some of Rage are visiting Janet, too, and the other clubs are using her. No shame in that,” Lindsey stated.
“Yeah, however, accepting help is hard. I gotta go. Look after yourself, Lindsey,” I said, not wanting to discuss my mental health in depth. Lindsey meant well, but I knew she’d tell Lowrider she’d seen me.
“Take care!” Lindsey chirped, hugged me again and dropped a peck on my cheek.
I chuckled as I headed towards my Harley and yanked my cell out.
Mischief flooded through me as I texted Lowrider.‘Just got a kiss off a hot, smoking woman. She needs a new old man.’
My phone pinged moments later.‘Get your ass out of Rapid City before I cap it,’Lowrider replied.
‘Might ask if Lindsey wants to take a ride in the Hills with me. She mentioned she’s been lonely,’I teased.
My phone rang, and I answered it, chuckling.
“Touch my woman and I will fuckin’ bury you where they’ll never find you,” Lowrider roared.
“Nice to hear from you, too,” I responded, and Lowrider audibly ground his teeth.
“You’re gonna die… shit, sorry man.”
“Toughen up, dude,” I said, and Lowrider chuckled.
“Glad to hear you’re better, but that doesn’t mean you can hit on my woman,” he retorted.
“Lindsey’s safe from me. But take her out for a damn meal and spoil her,” I ordered.
“Don’t tell me how to manage my old lady!”
“Snooze and lose, brother,” I taunted, and Lowrider hissed.
