Page 11 of Inglorious (Unwanted Bastards MC #1)

“Because no woman should run an MC. You need putting in your place, and we’re here to do that,” Party sneered.

“Somehow, I doubt that very much. See, they may be allies, but not one of them has a horse in the race when it comes to running Unwanted Bastards. All you’ve done is make yourselves look like weak assed bitches.

If you thought you’d get into one of their clubs… think again,” I replied.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Party stated.

“Is she? Strangely, I don’t think so,” Scythe said, moving away from the semi-circle and pulling out a chair and sitting.

“What are you doing?” Party shrieked.

I winced at the high volume. “Tone it down, sheesh,” I muttered.

“What did you think would happen here?” Onyx demanded as he moved to my side and also sat.

“Did you think we’d drag Nanci from the clubhouse, and tear her cut from her? Maybe give Nanci a beating and install Inglorious as president?” Tiger asked as he and Lance also shifted to take my back.

“Yeah,” Party snapped with confusion on his face. “No woman should run this club or steal the president’s position. She’s nothing more than a cunt. Bitch should be in the kitchen or on her knees.”

“Wow, sexual equality rules here,” I said and laughed at Party’s expression.

“What made you believe we have any right to interfere with the running of the Unwanted Bastards?” Drake demanded as the rest of them moved. Gamer and Party no longer looked confident.

“Because you’re allies. You can’t allow the bitch to do this!” Gamer exclaimed.

“But this isn’t our MC. We have no say in how it runs. But let me inform you of something, Nanci has done nothing wrong by the Unwanted Bastards’ charter. The charter allows Nanci to do exactly as she did,” Drake said.

“That can’t be right!” Party snarled.

I could see he realised he was losing.

“Let me guess. Like an asshole, you ran around to the allies, telling tales and probably lies and getting them riled to oust me. Did you hope they’d install you for bringing this to their attention? Wow! Prospect to president, that was a hell of a lofty idea,” I taunted.

“If you’re not going to do anything with this bitch, why did you bring us?” Gamer demanded.

“Because, asshole, you’re running around trying to get a legit president kicked from her MC. Nanci needed to know this, and now she does. Your punishment is up to her,” Scythe hissed and allowed his anger to show briefly.

Gamer and Party both flinched.

“They can go. They’re nothing to me. Party’s already had a beat-down, and that’s probably why he’s so angry. But, honestly, they’re not worth the effort of breaking a sweat,” I said.

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.

“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 demanding that 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.