Page 102 of Sinner's Malice

I didn’t see the fucking problem and they were shit at explaining it to me. I didn’t want the money. I didn’t care either way. I wanted Arianwen to have it all. I’d never known what to do with it, anyway. That’s why I gave it all to Arianwen. She would know what to do with it all.

“Why can’t she just pay my dues and take care of the charitable shit? I don’t even want to run the Foundation. It’s a pain in the ass. The only time I’m actually there is for the Foundation Ball. I don’t even run the place. Storm and Fury do.”

“Because Silver is not a sitting board member.” Mercy sighed, banging his head on his desk. “Malice, just have her sign the damn papers.”

“No.”

“What do you mean, no?” Montana growled, getting to his feet. “It’s fucking simple. She signs or I take your brand. What the fuck don’t you understand? It’s club rules.”

“But I don’t want it.”

“SILVER!” Montana roared, balling his fist as he glared at me.

Moments later, Arianwen walked into Mercy’s office and snarked, “You know, yelling like a fucking lunatic makes you look like an idiot, right?”

“Not in the mood right now, Silver. Sign those papers,” Montana ordered, pointing to the folder on Mercy’s desk.

Like me, Arianwen looked at the folder, then at me, before turning back to Montana. “What are they?”

“Legal documents giving Malice back the Foundation and all of his holdings. Stocks, bonds, everything he signed over to you after he claimed you.”

“But he doesn’t want them.”

My girl knew me.

Smiling, I eyed an apple sitting on Mercy’s desk. Picking it up, I took a bite out of it and stepped back, leaning against the wall, knowing they were about to have their asses handed to them.

Montana growled; Mercy quickly got to his feet.

Walking around his desk, he leaned against it and calmly said, “Silver. There are rules to being a sitting board member. Malice knows this. For him to keep his seat, he needs to be able to pay the club dues and still make his charitable donations. He can’t do that if you hold all the purse strings.”

“Okay,” she said, then asked, “How much are the club dues?”

“It’s not that simple, Silver.” Mercy groaned. “Malice has to have access to his money.”

“He does. He just doesn’t want to be bothered with it.”

“He doesn’t have a choice,” Montana snarked.

“I don’t see a problem here. He doesn’t want the money, and I don’t mind taking over. I handle all club purchases and shit, and you’ve never had a problem with that before. So me taking over Malice’s finances shouldn’t be a problem. Now, once again. How much are his club dues?”

Mercy sighed. “One million every quarter.”

“Can I pay that all at once or do I need to do it quarterly?” she asked, reaching for her phone.

Mercy gulped, his head swiveling toward Montana, who looked ready to blow a fucking fuse.

“Storm handles all the club dues,” Pippen piped up, but quickly shut his mouth when Montana and Mercy growled at him.

“So, I need to have this conversation with Storm?” Arianwen asked.

“Silver, it’s not that easy,” Montana ground out.

“Yes, it is actually,” Arianwen clipped back. “Malice hates money. He hates everything to do with it. He doesn’t even run the Foundation. Storm and Fury do. He farms out everything when it’s time for the Foundation Ball, and when he has to make charitable contributions, he always hands me a list and tells me to pick. He doesn’t even buy his own clothes. I do or Linsey or Tessa do. I don’t think he’s ever purchased a toothbrush by himself. The man only owns three pairs of jeans, for crying out loud. Have any of you actually seen his room upstairs? It’s bare. Not a fucking personal item anywhere. Look, I get there are rules, but you need to understand that Malice isn’t like you. He couldn’t care less about the Foundation, all the charities, or the balance in his account. All he cares about is this club, all of you, and me. He doesn’t even have a regular job.”

“She’s right,” Torment said, walking into the room. “He may have an office next to mine downtown, but he’s never there. I’ve actually cleaned out his office and started using it as a storage room.”

“Then how the fuck did he replace his bike so fast?” Montana snapped. “I saw the beast he bought being delivered this morning.”

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