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“Sit down, Vicious,” Montana said, going over some documents with Mercy and Fury. Both men seemed concerned about what they were looking at. Doing as they asked, I sat in a chair as Happy, Linsey grandfather, walked in with Storm, the club’s treasurer.
“Packages are in the air, Montana,” Storm said, closing the door behind him.
“Good. Any issues?”
“Nope.”
“What about pickup, Happy?” Montana asked.
“About that. You might want to call him. He wasn’t receptive. In fact, he told me to fuck off before hanging up on my ass. His phone is now silent.”
Montana growled, reaching for his phone. Dialing a number, he placed his phone to his ear. Seconds later, I heard him say, “You don’t have a fucking choice, Dakota. I’m calling in a family marker. Yeah, that’s right, you grumpy recluse bastard. You can’t hide from that. Now get off your ass and do as you’re told.” Montana didn’t wait for a reply before hanging up and going back to whatever Mercy and Fury were showing him.
Clearing my throat, I said, “As happy as I am, you all picked me up at the airport. I really have somewhere to be. So, can we move this along?”
The brothers chuckled.
“I like this one,” Happy stated, thumbing his finger at me.
“He’s okay,” Malice grumbled, not bothering to look up from his phone while others just huffed or flat out ignored the comment.
“Vicious,” Montana began, “Before your plane landed, Mercy found out that the board members of Duchene International have convened an emergency meeting to remove Linsey as Regent. Apparently, they found a clause somewhere in this fucking bible of a contract that says the regent must be of good moral standing and should represent the values and customs of Duchene International.”
“In English, please.”
“They want Linsey married to a tool of their choosing,” Fury said, flipping through pages of the document before him.
I laughed. “They are really digging, aren’t they?”
“It gets worse. If she refuses, they will vote to remove Linsey’s conservatorship and look to take custody of the girls,” Montana said flatly.
“The hell they will. That will happen over my dead body.”
“Don’t worry. They are not getting the girls,” Fury growled, before sliding a contract my way. “Sign that.”
Reaching for the contract, I asked, “What is it?”
“That contract is a transfer of ownership from Phillip Mark to you, Gregory Van Otto, the grandson of Gerald Van Otto and rightful owner of Van Otto Lapidary and all its subsidiaries.”
Picking up a pen, I asked, “Thought you took care of that shit?”
“I did. Now, I’m making it legal. Sign it,” Fury reiterated, before sliding another document my way. “That document states that Van Otto Lapidary will be the sole lapidary for Duchene International for the next fifteen years.”
“Fifteen years. That’s a specific amount of time, Fury.”
“Adrianna will be eighteen in fifteen years. Until she comes of age, I am ensuring that only your company supplies the gems, which will also give you a voting seat on the board. Sign it.”
I signed, then shoved the document back to him.
Mercy stood and slid three sheets of paper my way. “Sign those as well. The first one is an intent to acquire. As of an hour ago, you purchased fifty-one percent of Duchene International. Well, technically, the Soulless Sinner Motorcycle Club did, but they don’t need to know that. Once you sign that, you become the owner of Duchene International.”
“Linsey isn’t going to like that, Mercy. That’s her family’s company.”
“You can gift it back to her on your wedding day. The second document is a marriage certificate, and the third is a medical form. In the state of New York, you must have blood work done before getting married.”
“Don’t you think I should ask her first?”
Montana grinned. “He’s right. If the girl had half a brain, she’d tell him to fuck off.”
