Maisie
"Not for much longer." His jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked in his cheek. "She's tried to control the terms of the divorce, but I had Alden draft it anyway. You'll get half of everything I own, just like we promised--"
"Go to hell, Mercer," I spat. "And take your money with you."
"It's not just money, Maisie," he said, finally looking at me, his eyes begging me to understand and stop being difficult. "It's protection. Security. It's all I can give you."
"And you would be fine with it?" I demanded, crossing the office until I was in his space again. "Come a little closer and say to my face, Mercer Black, that you'll be fine losing your family. Your brothers, who have been your only family for years. Who loved you and stood by you in more ways than anyone ever has."
His nostrils flared, his chest heaving in frustration. "It doesn't matter--"
