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El cambio: Part I Started by: Estarossa on Oct 17, '19 11:57

To say that none of the four rebels was nervous or scared would have been an understatement. In the next few weeks, the runs up north had been pushed and they were soon meeting Victor Mendoza a lot. The man had been on edge, he noticed Estarossa among the people that had made the run-up north. It seemed like he had seen a ghost for a few moments before embracing him with a friendly smile, something in which Estarossa returned without any problem. 

None of the other brothers had said anything, considering who was with them, they knew that they could inform Pack later on. Their meeting was not for a friendly chapter meet-up. Someone had told Victor Mendoza of the rival High Society moving in with their product, apparently going through Chicago and Detroit. Now while that wasn't a problem, it seemed Mendoza had wanted to make it one and it had the rebels on alert. 

Challenging the High Society was something of a death sentence, one that would have them strung up and turned into decorations. Even Miano and Antonio were cautious of this move, Miano being a King decided to speak up with his reasons why they should not. Members of the Canadian and Philly Chapters were split, patches knew that if it was called for a vote, they would be at war and the bloodshed would soon run over their streets. 

"What the fuck is this!? We can't let that happen, someone must have told him something. How did he know it was Chicago and Detroit specifically, huh?!"

Konnor, for the first time, had spoken on the situation. His eyes were narrowed and he was speaking in a hushed tone. Surrounding him were Antonio, Jury, and Estarossa. All of them sat around a park bench inside the Mendoza Mechanics parking lot. A party had happened, everyone was on edge and soon Mendoza had called some broads and some live music played out all over the place. It was amazing. 

"Settle down Kon, we don't lose our heads. Pack and Sammy are smart, they'll lessen in which they move but they will still move. We have to play our own game as well. Miano doesn't like what's happening here, Victor is stretching his newly found power. He has only just ascended to this seat of his, even Miano knows that many others in Canada would be suitable for the position of President and King."

Speaking there was the Vice President of the Philly Chapter, Antonio Carillo. He seemed a bit different now, his beard grew out and his eyes covered with black shades, his patches displaying the 'Vice President' and 'God's Chosen' and what city he was apart of had been standing out rather prominently. 

"Settle down!? Antonio, he's going to be gripping Pack and Sammy by the balls! He knows this, the little fucking cunt. How about I show him the grip of my hands wrapped around his neck, we'll see how he likes that!"

All of them chuckled, enjoying the moment of silence and peace for a single minute before Estarossa had finally been the voice that guided them all. He noticed that they would all look at him at different moments, hoping he had something to say here but his partners at this very table were not the only ones looking at him at certain moments. 

Miano and Victor would look over at their table, both of them with different looks but all with the same suspicion. All of them wondering about the new friendship group forming before them, since when did Antonio and Estarossa talk like they were old friends? If anything, it was suspicious to both Presidents, one because Antonio was the one who had voted against Estarossa patching in the Philly chapter. 

Now here they were, chatting like they were old friends. Miano knew that he could do nothing and so went back to chatting with some of the boys, he was the peaceful one in this matter. Victor Mendoza was a different matter, he kept an eye on the four like a well-trained marksman, his eyes never left their table. 

"We calm down, we keep to what we've been doing. Pack told me that he talked with Amell, the Vegas and Angeles chapters will be staying out of it, unless the blood spills into their backyard. They are prepared to fight back against any enemy who would kill them, especially brothers but as for the play we are making, Amell is saying that he is willing to become a King, in order to keep the peace of the West Coast chapters."

A President stepping up to the role of King to keep the peace was not something unheard of, now they had the assume allegiance of the West Coast Chapters. This was going to be a bloody war between Detroit, Chicago, Philly and Canada. All of them felt a shiver run through them and the first bullet would soon be fired. 

"What happens now? Amell and Anders out, that means a majority of the West Coast Chapters are staying in their nice little safety net. We do this smart and we hit them harder than we ever have before, we do this and we may just become the next leaders of this god-forsaken MC."

Estarossa turned his head, narrowing his eyes when he noticed a couple of cars heading into the Mendoza parking lot, so did many others and others got out their pistols and were ready for a fight if necessary. These guys seemed professional and one of them finally spoke with an air of authority about him. 

"Are Miano Gortyna and Victor Mendoza here with us? I would like to address two of the Three Kings."

Both Presidents stepped forward, not without being backed up by their respective chapters. These people were unknowns, only with the muscle they carried, there was something there and they completely disliked it. No one challenged the Host in their own territory, no one."

"Who wants to know? Boy scouts? Sorry, we don't sell cookies to the local's bud."

Victor spoke with a smirk already on his lips as his boys laughed, Miano kept the straight cool face, his eyes narrowing on the many men behind this authority figure. 

"I'm Harald Almas, I represent an organization known as El Camino de la Sangre. We have bought out our competition and we are looking to make our presence known, we warn of you of this, Misters Gortyna and Mendoza that you should stop associating with Los Nena Carnales. They are having the pressure placed on them and soon enough, they and their associates will be nothing but a speck of dust in the sand."

Victor stared the man straight on while many of the patches wondered what was next for them, only Victor stepped forward, getting in the man's face who didn't even seem fazed for even a second. 

"The host doesn't take orders from you, Putlova or the fucking Cordelia's. We run our own business, got that!?" 

Almas looked at Victor with a pitiful look that he seemed to almost feel bad for the man, he passed a look over to Miano and noticed the man was thinking about their future, good. It meant things would be changing soon enough. 

"Mister Mendoza, times are changing and you will have to change with it, from here on out, the Heavenly Host stops dealing Heroin for the Nena Brothers. Otherwise, you won't be dealing with the suit and tie again, understood?"

Almas didn't wait for an answer, simply walking back to his car. Allowing his men to drive him out, leaving the angels to think about what was next for them, would they adapt or perish?

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