Page 46 of Inglorious
“Thanks. Before you leave, catch me. I’ll be around. I’ll take their numbers and give them a call. Maybe pay a visit next time I’m that way.”
“Mom and Dad would enjoy that.”
Nanci looked startled. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were in contact with your grandparents.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked, confused.
“Honestly, I’ve no idea,” Nanci admitted.
“Good to see you, Joe. Catch you in a bit,” I said before walking away.
Nanci
I stared after Inglorious. Why was I so surprised that he was still in touch with his grandparents?
“Are you okay?” Joe inquired, and I nodded.
“Yes, you didn’t mention you knew Inglorious.”
“No. I was unsure if I should.”
“Someone recommending you is a massive help in joining the club. In fact, I don’t even need to interview you. Joe, I can offer you prospect based on Inglorious’s recommendation. But I’d like to get to know you. Let’s grab a coffee and have a chat,” I suggested.
Joe was a lovely guy. I was impressed with his manners and his goals in life. Joe had trained in hospitality and wanted to own his own hotel. My mind instantly went to the second hotel, which was a possibility for Joe. Inglorious had been correct in his assessment. Joe would be a real credit to the MC.
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Six hours later, I leaned back and wondered what the fuck was wrong with some people. One guy had point-blank refused to take me seriously, so I booted him out. Another had wished to know where the club whores were. Worse, he actually believed I was president of them. Fuckin’ fool. The third had been monosyllabic. He’d not spoken more than two words, and the fourth was an idiot, to be polite. He thought being in an MC meant dirty money, women, and doing what he wanted when he wanted.
Only Joe and one other guy passed. Rory was twenty-five, searching for work and wished to be part of something. Unwanted Bastards could give him the opportunity he was looking for. Rory had trained as a groundskeeper, which would come in handy for Merritt. We were planning to restore the old park and plant flowers, bushes, and trees there. There were also the window boxes and flower barrels. The yards of the houses would also need tidying to make them attractive to those moving in.
There was a knock, and Inglorious entered. He took one look at my face and laughed.
“The candidates for prospect are always shit. How many were looking to get laid?”
“At least three,” I admitted.
“Not a surprise. Did you recruit any?”
“Apart from Joe, you mean?” I asked.
“Yeah. Joe will be an asset.”
“I could tell. The kid’s nice. I took on another called Rory. He’s a groundskeeper, and I thought he’d be great to do the yards and shit around here.”
Inglorious nodded thoughtfully. “There is the park to be restored, and also the dog park we planned at the edge of town. We need a grounds crew for landscape maintenance. If Rory patches in, then it’s obvious what he’ll be managing.”
“We’ve heard Party has been seen at Magic’s,” Vortex interrupted, entering without knocking.
“Mount up,” I replied to Vortex.
“You riding behind me?” Vortex asked, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Inglorious stiffen.
“No, my hog arrived today. How could you miss it outside?” I replied, and Vortex shrugged.
“Easily. I had a lot on my mind.”
“Grab Hercules. He might enjoy breaking some bones,” I ordered, and Vortex nodded. “Stay here,” I said to Inglorious.
