Here they were, the men that had supported him, all across the states. California, Nevada, Michigan, Illinois, New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington. Either they came here due to favours or general support, he was glad to have so many presidents backing him up here. In these times, it was clear in which brotherhood was stronger with the others. 

"Brothers, I am glad to see you all here. This type of life, what it gives and what it takes, then what it rewards, it seems that they have been outweighed with the recent things that have happened to me. I was betrayed by a few of our own."

Many of the presidents had assumed as much, one of the presidents, Kip, had frowned, looking at Estarossa with a raised eyebrow. The one president that could assume total control of Chicago if he so wished, Samael was weak and here he sat in at his table. Respect for leadership was clear. 

"Brother, we've all heard different tales, how you planned to take down the Kings and plant yourself at the head of the table. From the looks of things, that is going to already happen. We've all sat down with Mendoza, we can tell that he's lying and we know that he has something up his sleeve for all the parties here today."

Kip, President of the Chicago Charter looked at Estarossa, not even deciding to hide that he was a little suspicious. He showed the necessary respect and made sure that this was going to open, Kip was curious cause he could see that Esta was more than just hurt, he seemed to be broken.

A broken president leading a club was not the best in some cases, like now, he was clearly trying to keep his anger in check. Not liking that he was speaking out, only he knew that the man understood underneath all that cloudy anger...he had been betrayed and he was suspicious of everyone and everything. 

"I will not lie to save face, Kip, I will tell you the truth. I did plan to remove Miano, Mendoza, and a few other presidents from their positions."

Some presidents nodded, others had wide eyes, their beliefs in brotherhood being shattered a little. Only a few experienced and those more well-versed in the life they lived had looked at him the same. They knew that plays had often been made in some clubs, here it was no different, people wanted to make plays for the crown and it would always happen. 

"Tell us, why? What made you want to remove Miano and Mendoza, they were our leaders...not the ones we wanted but we would have followed regardless if something was to come down to it."

Kip chuckled looking at Erik with a look of disbelief, the Bakersfield President stared at the Chicago President with anger glinting in his orbs. Clearly there was something between the two, every president seemed to tense as the two stared off like two beasts waiting for the other to strikeout. 

"You've seen what they can do Erik, they wished to lie and displace the founding member of the Host. They couldn't be trusted. I told you don't trust blindly and you're doing it now..."

Both were removed from their staredown as they all turned back to face Estarossa, knowing that he had to get this back on track. He could not allow this moment to be stolen, he had to tell them the truth, no matter how much it hurt them to see their once friends turn on him for the simple gain of power and wealth in the end. 

"I wouldn't have followed them, Erik. They made a bad choice, the Nena brothers were declining in power and with these new people known as the path of blood entering into the game, the club had to make a choice. Continue with our current suppliers or not, I chose differently. I rode up to New York with Jury and Konnor, I was ready to find our supplier and I did."

Every President knew that it had not come as a shock to find that their supply had been cut off. Then with Estarossa in the hospital, the High Society would not deal with them after being snubbed, the cash flow was tight on some charters. Knowing that they relied on the Cartels for muling drugs, it was a big game of income for all parties involved. 

"I locked down the supplier, New York's Catalina Rey and Orion Byrne provided us with Cocaine and Heroin. A big resource and from that, Philly got its income back. We have that right now, all I have to do is call them up and make sure that our supply shipments are back, as well as the connection with the Russian guns and Cordelia cocaine and heroin. We will be seeing so much cash that this turns differently...only Mendoza didn't want that."

All the presidents knew that much, they could see the tension between Mendoza and Pincheel, they knew that nothing good was going to come of it and here they were. Sitting at the table of a man that no longer was apart of the host, it was only for the respect that he once held as National President of the host that they were even here right now, 

"He invaded my house, I killed three Vice-Presidents of their respective charters before they took me down. Kicking me, punching and then he left me with a few words...he told me that my father was dead, that Viktor Putlova was put in the ground and the Cordelia cartel was just going to accept this..."

Every single president in the room tensed, they did not need to make enemies of a Cartel...the once crippled cartel of Cordelia was once more a powerhouse with the involvement of the Pavanno regime, it was clear they would need the Pavanno's for survival and would seriously act accordingly if the last remaining representative in the states was found dead in his own home. 

"Do not worry, I've spoken with the relevant people and I have told them that this would an in-house problem. All of you here know what they did to me, what they plan to do to the rest of you...I am offering you a chance to help me, I am offering you all a chance to get in on the ground level of something new here."

Kip was the first to notice it, the new patch that was proudly displayed on the wall behind Estarossa...the fallen wings of an angel, how poetic that all of them here were now out of the grace that was the Heavenly Host..it was almost like the tempting fate of Lucifer's hand.

"I am offering you a chance to rebuild something...only you are no longer apart of his grace, you are no longer angels of the lord. You are no longer forgiving and apart of his host, we have fallen...we are angels who fell from the grace of our leaders. The Fallen Angels MC...a new beginning, a new leader...a new chance I offer you all...yay or nay. The vote begins, a single vote from one of you means that your chater is now apart of the new MC. Staring with Lin, yay or nay."

And so the vote went forward, a new future for the Fallen Angels would be reached...and it would decide the very fate of all these brothers around the table. The fate of their patched brothers outside these doors waiting, it had to be the correct choice for all charters involved...