Estarossa would have said that this was perfect, he was going to be taking his rightful position as a National President again. Only he knew the weight of the Gavel on him, along with his new look and how the brothers would look at him. Questioning if he could ride his hog, oh he knew that he could and he knew with the new additions and many chapters defecting to him, there would be a war. 

Only he was not going to be focusing on that right now, to him, it was one thing at a time and right now, it was about the future of the clubs that had decided to go Nomad. It was one thing for a single person to go Nomad but for multiple clubs, by the dozen...it was a sign that things were changing. The Host no longer had the power, people would begin looking for a new source. 

With his meeting in New York, remembering the moment with OrionByrne and Catalina_Rey. They had agreed with him, they would supply them with the drugs necessary, creating a new supply line from New York to Philadelphia, one that had been welcomed by his new brothers. While many didn't like the influence of 'That Life' they understood the benefits now and were ready to begin making their cash. 

"Look at you, all sharp and shit, nothing like the ragged bastard who came a few months ago looking for his old club. Something changed you but don't worry about Pack and Sam, they'll pay, they all will. They don't remember who was the first, the one who was blessed to lead this club and decided to give us more power than ever. They don't know the struggle you suffered, someone like you. They didn't believe you could make it and now the club in your name is the club that you bury, very fitting."

Esta turned his head, his eyes narrowing slightly on Antonio, the man that had abandoned his post as Vice President of the Philly Chapter. A position that many had coveted, was his loyalty that true? Many had been surprised that Antonio had come with him, people had said that Antonio never liked him, even being convinced by Miano that he had to push the vote through. It was a surprise and he felt it as well. 

There was an untold tension between the both of them, brothers they may be but brothers did fight, only he wondered for a single moment, what did he do to Antonio? There was something and he could feel it. He shook his head, now was the not the time for him to get caught up in former club politics, many chapters were making their way up and it was going to be a big sitdown. A change of the guard, an operation that the law itself would watch. 

"It is, I almost feel like I am the almighty himself. The children that I made into the men they are today and have betrayed him. Men that I watched prospect for me and my former patches, it was a surprise to see their betrayal but can I stand here and allow sentimentality to take me? No, I have to focus on the real meaning of today. It's about bringing the clubs together, a new future, a new meaning of angels bonding."

Antonio would not pretend that he was not moved by his words, there was something about Mikey when he spoke. Everyone listened, he was a leader, even without his president patch. When he was around, people wanted to make sure that he had the best. He was associated with so many people that it was never wondered why he had become the leader of the greatest club to hit the Seven Cites. People did wonder why he had never branched out into Delaware though, give Tyler and his fucks a reason to locate elsewhere. 

"I hear that brother, I just want you to know, some of these patches, they'll be looking for revenge. Mendoza, Pack, and Sammy, they're rumours. Apparently, they cut a deal with another club brother, one that you will most interested in healing who."

Estarossa now gave his full attention to Antonio, picking up his new kutte with the greyish-white wings already sewn in on the back, The top-rocker had read: Fallen Angels. And the bottom-rocker had read: New York. Already a couple more patches were in his hands that needed to be sewn on but he was waiting until he got to the meeting place for that. 

"Enough with the damn waiting Antonio, tell me what I need to know and who these fuckers are."

Antonio paled for a moment before coughing into his hand, he looked into Esta's eyes and he saw it there for a moment, he was growing impatient and he decided to hurry up, stopping with his own fidgeting.

"Mendoza and his faction made an with the Aztecas, they'll match now in terms of resources and general power. Political acumen, I doubt it. We can work that in our favour, the other things, it is up to chance...unless you want to patch over the Bastards. That'll be a move they see coming and the years haven't been kind to them."

Estarossa smiled. he laughed, Mendoza the fucking snake has some balls on him....he would give him that much. He was handing over his fucking work to the snakes that wanted to run them out of Canada in the first place.

"Oh I am not even surprised, the Aztecas were run out of some of their global territories. They're in a weakened state, something that Mendoza plans to take advantage of. He is probably promising them that he is going to get us out of the Seven Cities, offer them our territories."

Antonio raised his brow, knowing that is what he would have done. It was a surefire way to guarantee some help, divide up the land and allow them to remain untouched for some time before slaughtering them all.

"So...what do we do to counteract this brother?"

Esta smirked before walking out the door, knowing that Antonio was following behind him, waiting to hear his answer and he knew deep down that his answer would have surprised the former VP of Philly...

"We play their game..."