“You serious?” Nell scowled at him. “You’re the money guy, Silver, the guy who literally counts the goddamn silver. You think that doesn’t matter? You think the club doesn’t need someone honest and smart keeping track of the bank accounts and expenses?”
“Oh, we do, for sure. I’m not saying that it’s not an important job. It’s just not a super-glamorous one.”
“You mean like being an Enforcer?” Nell snapped. “Would that float your boat a bit better, tough guy? Beating the s**t out of people who have pissed off your Prez? Doing worse to them if they’ve really pissed him off?”
“Hell, no,” Silver replied, stung. “I haven’t got the temperament for that. Or the stomach. Ice, Cain, and the twins have got that s**t covered anyway, and I’m not even remotely interested in joining their Enforcer te
