Page 4 of Inglorious (Unwanted Bastards MC #1)

Nanci

“W hat the fuck happened here?” I exclaimed, staring at the clubhouse in disgust. It was filthy, and I was appalled. The floor was covered in trash, including empty takeout containers infested with bugs and maggots, and dirty cups and clothing were scattered around. The common room stank.

“Who are you?” a voice demanded.

I turned, and my nose wrinkled at the guy standing there. “Where the hell is that asshole?”

A bottle hit the ground with a thud, and I saw a hand wave from an armchair.

“Get me another,” Inglorious slurred.

The prospect sneered at the back of the chair Inglorious sat in and headed for the bar.

“Do not give him it,” I ordered.

“Bitch, I don’t know who you are, and don’t care. That’s the president,” the asshole replied.

“Yeah, not for long,” I snapped, rounding the armchair.

Inglorious squinted at me, absolutely drunk as a skunk.

“Ey… Nanshi.” Inglorious grinned sloppily.

Anger lit inside me. My hands hit my hips, and I narrowed my eyes.

“This is what my brother died for?” I yelled, sweeping an arm around the room. “This shit?”

“Psy... ch’s gone. Leff me. Nanshi, you’re here. Too late. All dead.”

“Fuck me,” I muttered as I stared at the ridiculous drunk in front of me. This wasn’t the Inglorious I knew. This was a pathetic, washed-out copy.

“You’re a total disgrace, Roman, to all of them who died. Chill!” I shouted.

“Chill’s sleeping one off,” a second voice said, and I looked over to see a younger prospect. “I’m Moon.”

“Nanci. Moon, where’s Razor?”

“Don’t think I should say Ma’am. It’s club business,” Moon replied.

“Shesh no ma’am. Tha’ Nanshi,” Inglorious slurred.

“I’m fucking done with you,” I stated, and Inglorious smiled stupidly.

“Ballbusher.”

“Yeah, I’m a ball-buster. I’m also President as of right now,” I snapped.

“You can’t do that,” the first prospect chuckled.

I turned and saw his name. “Party, right? Let me tell you a couple of home truths. I can and am taking the presidency.”

“Lady, you’re nothing but pussy. And no cunt is running this club,” Party shot back.

A wicked grin crossed my face. “My brother was Psych. The charter states that in the event of the death of a ranked member, his title passes to his nearest relative. That makes me Psych’s Legacy, which means I’m VP.

As VP, I have the power to remove the president if Inglorious is unfit.

No fool would call Inglorious a stable influence. He’s a pathetic drunk.

“The charter fails to state that the Legacy must be male. It just says nearest relative. Ain’t nothing closer than a sister or brother.

So even as a woman, I can claim Psych’s position and take President.

Now, you wanna make an issue of it, Party?

That’s fine. But I hold the rank, and you don’t, the door is there, go through it if you don’t like shit. ”

Party moved out from behind the bar, and I braced.

“Touch her, prospect, and there’ll be a bullet in your brain before you blink.”

I twisted and spotted Razor leaning against the doorjamb. The blood leeched from my face as I saw how pale he was.

“Fuck!” I gasped as Razor bent over and spewed. “Party, fetch a mop and bucket and clean that up!” I ordered and rushed over to Razor.

He held a hand up as I ducked under his shoulder, but I refused to move away.

“Sit your ass down.”

Razor staggered over to the nearest armchair and collapsed on it.

“Moon, get him some cold water,” I said.

The prospect hurried towards the bar while Party stayed still. “I won’t repeat the order, Party.”

“You’ve got a cunt, clean it yourself,” Party sneered.

I checked Razor was okay for a moment, and then climbed to my feet. “Remove your cut. You’re out.”

“You and whose army? I don’t take orders from a bitch,” Party continued.

“Not a problem.” I headed for the cleaning closet and yanked out a broom. Party began laughing and commenting on my lack of power. He was still flapping his lips when the broom pole smacked him straight in it.

Blood flew from Party’s mouth as I smashed the handle into his knee, and as Party lifted his leg, I hit him directly in the balls.

Party screamed in a high-pitched tone as he collapsed like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t finished. Casually dropping the broom, I kicked him several times and stamped on his groin.

Then, with calm authority, I bent down into his face.

“Now call me a cunt. I could give you a second chance, and hope you’ve learned your lesson. But you’re the type of asshole who doesn’t enjoy being educated. Moon, come and take his cut,” I said as I straightened.

Tears ran down Party’s cheeks as Moon hurried over.

“Where are the other two prospects?” I asked.

“King is checking over the town. We’ve had some trouble. Gamer is…” Moon broke off.

“Continue,” I encouraged.

“Gamer’s with a whore upstairs.”

“Club whores still around then? Okay, Moon. Strip asshole here of his cut and then drag Gamer out of his room. Can you contact King?”

“Yeah. We’ve been trying to stay on top of shit, but we can’t do everything,” Moon said, looking embarrassed.

“You and King have? Gamer and dickhead here took the piss?”

Moon looked uncomfortable, but nodded.

“Okay, do as you’re ordered. I’ll deal with Gamer, and sorry, but please clean that puke up.”

Moon placed a glass of cold water in front of Razor, who was watching me. The door flew open, and I gazed up at the huge figure standing there. He absorbed the scene and blew his cheeks out.

“Taking out the trash already, Nanci?”

“You’re late,” I replied. “Help strip that asshole’s cut, Vortex.”

I hurried back to Razor, who was staring at Vortex like he’d seen a ghost.

“Never expected to see him here again,” Razor muttered.

“Vortex never planned to return either. But he’s here. Relax. Do you need anything?”

“Sleep. I’ve been stressing about everything, and this shit is kicking my ass, girl. The clubhouse is a shithole, and I don’t have the energy to clean it or handle the prospects. They’ve been running riot since…” Razor broke off.

“Relax, Razor, we’re here now.”

“For how long?” Razor asked.

“Yeah, Nanci, what’s the plan?” Vortex demanded as he approached and kicked Party in the ribs.

I chewed my lip as I gazed at Inglorious.

“I’m taking President. You’re VP, Vortex.

I’d make you VP Razor, but you don’t need the grief.

However, you’re now Chaplin, but you’re suspended from duties.

We’re going to rebuild Unwanted Bastards.

Those who died deserve a better memorial than this.

Our first job is cleaning this fuckin’ shithole up. ”

“We couldn’t clean it and run the businesses,” Moon said defensively. “Either King or I checked on them each day while one of us stayed with Chill and Inglorious.”

“That ends today. Vortex and I will handle that. You’ll return to normal prospect duties. As soon as Inglorious and Chill are sober, we’ll have a reckoning.” “What are you planning?” Vortex asked, staring down at the now unconscious Inglorious.

I grinned nastily. “Throw him in the cells—and Chill too. They can go cold turkey. Razor, put a call in to Doc Paul. Tell Doc I need him and inform him he has to come.”

“Doc Paul?”

“His father was Crazy Dan, who rode with the War Hammers. Crazy Dan’s nephew was Snake. Doc Paul is Snake’s cousin and a Legacy,” I replied.

“How the hell do you know that?” Razor demanded.

“I paid attention,” I quipped and looked up as Moon came back in from kicking Party off the premises.

“Okay, prospect, help me drag the drunken asshole to the cells,” Vortex said with a dark look at Inglorious.

Together, they grabbed hold of Inglorious and dragged him out. Vortex was none too gentle, and I couldn’t blame him. There were bad feelings between Vortex and Inglorious. Which was why it was a damn miracle Vortex had returned. And I knew he’d only done it for me.

“Doc Paul is on his way, and he’s bringing supplies,” Razor announced, ending his call.

“Okay, time to make a plan,” I mused, trying to find somewhere clean to sit. I sighed and swept everything off a chair, and Razor snorted. “Shit, I hope we’ve got cleaning stuff.”

“Should have,” Razor muttered. His eyes were closing, and I let sleep overtake him. When Vortex and Moon returned, I motioned to Razor, and they nodded.

Instead of confronting Gamer and waking Razor, I headed to Inglorious’s office and wrinkled my nose.

It was as much of a pigsty as the common room.

Empty bottles were piled high, and there were mouldy food containers; the smell made me gag.

Luckily, there was a window, and I threw it open and let the air in.

Exiting swiftly, I nearly ran for the supply closet. Inside I found trash bags, cleaning supplies, brooms, and a mop and bucket. First things first, clean the office. The stench made that workspace unusable. This was not what I imagined finding, but I’d deal with it.

I’d filled two bags when the door open, and a chubby, pockmarked face belonging to a scruffy man walked in.

“Who the fuck are you? Who gave you the authority to call me?”

“Guess you’re Gamer.” I straightened. “And I’m your new president.”

“Yeah, Inglorious is that.”

“Not anymore. Inglorious is incapable of doing his duties, and I’ve taken over,” I replied calmly.

“That won’t work for me,” Gamer stated.

“What won’t?”

“Answering to a woman. Take my cut, this place is only good for getting laid,” Gamer sneered.

Whelp, that saved me a job! Happily, I took the cut and watched the asshole leave. As he did, another man entered. He looked tired and was rubbing his face.

“I’m King, Moon called. What’s going on?”

“I’m Nanci, and as of an hour ago, I’m the Unwanted Bastards President. Got a problem with that?” I asked.

“As long as you don’t intend to hit a fuckin’ bottle, no. I’m here because I’m loyal, but I was reaching my breaking point,” King replied.

“Good answer. Inglorious and Chill have been moved to the cells. They’ll sober up there.”