Page 32 of Inglorious (Unwanted Bastards MC #1)

Inglorious

T hree days later, it was like Oil, Lasher, and Daisy-Duke hadn’t been gone.

I was unsure if that was a good or bad thing.

Daisy-Duke instantly began smothering Razor and Kya, and both looked overwhelmed.

It was obvious they didn’t quite know how to take Nanci as president, but I knew she’d spoken to them about the situation.

There were noticeable differences between them.

Kitty, Oil’s old lady, had been Lasher’s sister. She’d been diagnosed with a muscle-wasting disease, and they’d all moved to Florida for her health. There was no other decision to make than to give them nomad status. Well, I could have been an asshole and kicked them, but they were family.

It saddened me that Kitty had died six months ago, and that was why Oil clearly had shed a lot of weight. Oil had been a big man with a booming laugh and a sharp mind. He’d clearly kept his sharpness, but he’d lost a good portion of his excess weight and looked fitter than a lot of men his age.

Being brothers-in-law as well as brothers had made Oil and Lasher tight.

Daisy-Duke rounded them out. Lasher adored her, and Daisy-Duke, known for her short shorts, revelled in his attention.

She was a straightforward, down-to-earth woman with an abundance of kindness and love.

Sadly, neither couple had children; it just hadn’t happened for them.

By the end of their first day, it was like they’d not been gone.

Nanci was planning a cookout this weekend to celebrate their welcome home.

None of that was on my mind now…

I stared at the damage done to the warehouse that we operated our moving business out of. Someone had really tried to break in and hadn’t succeeded. However, they’d spray-painted abuse all over the walls. Vortex stood beside me, his teeth audibly grinding.

“Same as the church,” I finally said.

“Yeah.”

“Did the cameras pick anyone up?”

“Yes, and no. They’ve got two figures, but they’re all in black with balaclavas. From their height, I’d say they’re men. I’ve called the cops; maybe they can track other cameras and find their vehicle,” Vortex replied.

“This is personal. This ain’t kids being assholes; this is someone with a grudge.” The word murderers, painted in capital held my attention.

“Any idea?”

“One. But it wasn’t us. The Juno Group encountered issues with a group of civilians who refused to heed the alerts. Over one hundred of them were shot, and thirty died of their injuries. That’s the main thing on my mind.”

“And you weren’t involved?” Vortex asked.

I tried not to lose my temper at Vortex’s question. “The club wasn’t involved in that. I do not know why we’re being targeted.”

“Timing is off. You’ve got sober, and now someone is attacking the club?” Vortex said, and my mind began making connections.

“You think this is aimed at me. While I was drunk, they thought I was being punished because I was losing everything. Now I’m sober and Nanci is on the scene, someone’s pissed I’ve got my act together.”

“Looks that way to me. Nanci has clarified that her presidency is temporary, provided you stay sober. The club killed somebody, and now their friends and loved ones are mad at the club. It’s obvious this relates to the war because it mentions it,” Vortex said.

He pointed to the sentence that proclaimed, ‘It wasn’t war; it was murder. ’

I nodded thoughtfully. I had no idea who it could be.

Death that day had numbered high, and we were still counting the cost. Rapid City, while beginning to heal, still bled deeply.

Women and men had been widowed, and children orphaned, or they’d lost a parent.

There were too many victims to point the finger at one.

“Get Hercules to up security at all our businesses. I don’t want to risk someone being hurt. Especially as it’s clear we’re rebuilding the club. That might make us a bigger target.”

“I think we already are, Inglorious. Somebody is pointing their finger right at us. We need to narrow this down,” Vortex said.

“When you think of a way, without further evidence, tell me. We killed many Fangs that day, and it could have been someone they knew. It could be the asshole who blew himself up. Or a relative of a cop we didn’t arrive in time to save.

Or a civilian targeting the wrong group.

Take your pick and let me hear how we whittle this down.

Over three thousand deaths occurred that day.

I do not know where to start. Not without some fuckin’ clue,” I retorted.

“Jesus. Calm down. I’m not blaming you. Inglorious, I’m well aware of how many died that day. What I’m hoping is the cops can track them using the cameras in other warehouses and get us a vehicle plate.”

“Okay. Speak to Hercules; the asshole might have a way of narrowing suspects down,” I said after considering Vortex’s reply. His expression said he was being genuine, so I lowered the urge to knock him on his ass.

“Nanci wanted to meet with us when we returned. Said it was about the sheriff’s position,” Vortex changed the subject as we walked away from the warehouse.

“Yeah, I think she’s hiring Drew. Message the prospects and get them down here to clean up.”

“You know you’re meant to be on scut duty,” Vortex shot back.

“Force the issue and you will not have the imagination for what I’d do to you when I am reinstated,” I replied with a nasty chuckle.

Vortex looked worried before nodding. “You’ve got a point.”

“I’m sure I have!”

◆◆◆

Nanci was waiting for us, so we headed to her office and took a seat. It still seemed weird seeing her sitting where I should be, but that was life. It would soon be mine again. Nanci puffed her cheeks out.

“What happened at the warehouse?”

“Same as the church,” Vortex replied.

“So, we’ve got an enemy?”

“At least two. The cameras caught two figures,” I answered her.

Nanci frowned. “And we do not know who?”

“Your guess is as good as mine. All we have are two figures dressed in black and wearing balaclavas. Could be fuckin’ anyone. Hell, could even be Chill for all I know,” I stated.

Nanci scowled. She clearly didn’t like my answer. That was a shame because there was nothing else to give her.

“Up security,” she ordered.

“Already done that. Hercules is on it,” I said.

“Without running it past me?” Nanci demanded.

“Are you for real? You may be president right now, Nanci, but don’t forget that chair, this office, your role is mine.

I’ve stayed sober, am taking part in therapy, and am actively taking part in the club again.

Don’t get used to wearing that patch. It’s rightfully mine, and in a few weeks, I’ll be taking it back. ”

“Says who? I decide when you get this patch back,” Nanci snapped.

“Wanna bet?” I snarled, holding her gaze.

“Woah. Both of you slow it down. How the hell did this escalate so fast?” Vortex interrupted.

I held my tongue, but Nanci didn’t.

“Inglorious can’t keep making unilateral decisions without running them past me. He’s not the fucking president, I am.”

“For now,” I quipped, unable to help myself. As irate as I was, I had to admit, Nanci looked stunning angry. I wondered if it was wrong to be turned on.

“See! Stupid comments like that undermine me,” Nanci yelled.

“I’d like you under me,” I muttered, but not quietly enough as both of them turned to stare at me. Vortex in amusement and Nanci incredulously.

“Vortex, out!” she ordered as her eyes slitted. Shit, I was in trouble, and yet I couldn’t care less.

“Good luck, dude. Was nice knowing you,” Vortex said.

No sooner had he slammed the door than I was up out of my chair and bending over Nanci. I yanked her ruthlessly up and onto her feet.

I don’t care what happened between her and Scythe, whatever it was, was ancient history. This bitch was being claimed by me, right now.

“You wanna run your mouth? I got better things you can do with it,” I hissed at her and claimed her mouth as she opened it to argue. Not today, woman! I let go of my emotions and yanked her head back just at the right angle to kiss her.

Nanci

This was a different kiss. There was anger, desire, and pent-up feeling.

My pussy clenched, soaked already, and Inglorious had only just kissed me.

I yanked on his hair, trying to draw him closer until our tongues duelled for domination.

Inglorious picked me up and carried me over to the wall, where he slammed me against it.

My legs wrapped around his waist and gripped him tightly.

His cock pressed into my core, and we both moaned at the friction.

“You obey me, Nanci,” Inglorious growled against my throat.

“Make me,” I hissed and nipped his ear.

Inglorious claimed my mouth again as I yanked at his tee, needing to feel skin.

He hissed as I dragged my nails lightly down his back, and he kissed me harder.

I was panting when the kiss broke, and Inglorious held me against the wall.

Desire was written all over his face, and I was sure it was mirrored on me.

This dance we’d been doing was over. I wanted him inside me right now.

A slow smile crossed his lips as I shoved at his chest. Inglorious ducked his head and lightly bit my throat.

I gasped as shivers ran down my spine in anticipation.

His cock pressed into me, and I rubbed myself against him.

“Oh, no, you don’t. Only I get you off,” Inglorious stated and spun me around, placing my ass on the table.

He stepped between my legs, tore my tee off, and stared at my breasts in their lacy bra.

Without a word, he shoved me back onto my elbows, thrusting my breasts higher, and he began feasting.

My nipples poked through the lace of my bra, demanding attention, and Inglorious didn’t fail to lavish it on them.

He sucked a nipple into his hot mouth while his fingers played with the other.