Page 32 of Sinner's Malice
“Gonna smoke if no one has a problem with it.”
“Give me one,” Bane clearly said, holding out his hand.
Handing him one, I muttered, “Thought you quit?”
“I did,” the man replied, placing the cigarette between his lips before digging in his pant pocket, retrieving a lighter, then lighting the cigarette. Taking a deep drag, Bane hung his head back and let out the smoke, sighing. “Fuck, that never tasted better.”
Lighting my smoke, I threw my pack on the table in case anyone else wanted one.
“Before we discuss the elephant in the room, is there anything else we need to know about? Anything going on that needs our attention?”
“No,” Mercy clipped, shaking his head.
“Full disclosure,” Fury spoke as he leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. “I received an email early this morning. I thought nothing of it until I saw Silver. Malice signed everything over to her, and I mean everything.”
“He’s still protecting her,” Torment muttered. “That stupid motherfucker.”
“Like you, he swore me to secrecy. Attorney client privilege. I couldn’t speak even if I wanted to, but now that the cat is out of the bag, I am under no such obligation. With the swipe of a pen, Malice just made Silver a very rich woman. She owns everything. The Foundation, his bank accounts, everything.”
“If he’s divesting everything, he’s not coming back,” Storm added.
“We need to find him,” Payne spoke up. “Not going to leave my brother out there hanging in the fucking wind.”
Putting out my cigarette, I asked, “Does anyone have any idea where he might go?”
“Ivy?” Vicious muttered.
Shaking my head, I replied, “Not likely. After the shit that went down there, he wouldn’t want to upset her anymore.”
“His mom?” Torment added.
“Does anyone know where he stashed his mom?” I asked, looking around the table as my brothers all shook their heads.
This entire situation was a clusterfuck.
“Hate to pile on to this shit show, but we have a bigger problem now. Unless I am mistaken, and correct me if I’m wrong, Fury, but club rules state that a sitting board member must be able to maintain club dues and charitable donations while continuing to build his wealth. If Malice signed everythingover to Silver, then that means he’s broke. Not a fucking dime to his name.”
Storm quickly pulled out his phone, typing fast. “Oh shit. Mercy is right. I’m looking at Malice’s accounts right now and there is nothing there. Balance is zero. He transferred everything into Silver’s account. Malice is broke.”
“Then transfer it back!” I shouted.
“I can’t. Silver has to be the one to do it. She will need to sign for the transfer.”
“How the fuck did he do this with none of you knowing until after the fact?” I fumed.
Fury looked at Storm, who sighed. “Fuck.”
Getting to his feet, Storm walked over to the door, opened it, and yelled, “PIPPEN! Get your ass in here!”
Moments later, the young intern walked in.
Storm pointed to a seat and ordered, “Sit the fuck down and tell me what the hell you did.”
“Uh... what do you mean, Storm?”
“Kid, I’m not in the fucking mood. As your sponsor, I demand you tell me what the fuck you did.”
“Still gonna need more than that, Storm. I do a lot of things for the club. Can you be more specific?”