"You looking at me like that doesn't change who the fuck we are, we're bikers. We live by our code, you know us, we know you. We brought you here because we believe you something to add here with us, a new chapter for you guys, a new charter."

The A.O.D President, Hayes looked at Estarossa with something close to a smug grin. 

"Never thought I'd see this day, a national MC comes to us, the Angels of Death. We haven't always had a good rapport with you, Esta. We've had our wars but we know you, enough to see what you want from us and how we benefit with a chapter and a new charter."

Hayes and Estarossa continued having a staredown for a second, it was only them and two of their most trusted patches beside them. In other words, it was a meeting between Presidents and Vice-Presidents. This type of thing always happened with other clubs stepping into another's territory. 

"Settle down Hayes, we're all here to talk business. It concerns the Heavenly Host falling from grace, as you can see, they left me with a nice little reminder of what they did to us and to me. They attacked us, you know this much. We're willing to bring you into the fold as a patched member."

And there were the words, Hayes' face was blank. Patch Over was nothing to blink at, it was serious business that always brought the best for a club and their new National President. This business was something else entirely, this type of thing, it was big business. Bringing a new charter into the fold, it meant they were trusted and were ready to become brothers to all of the other charters. 

Hayes would have refused to believe that, the Angels of Death and the Heavenly Host had a bad history. Once upon a time, Mael Pavanno had introduced himself, believing that he could become hot shit, telling them to join up with his new club. Soon after that, a war broke out and Hayes had been nothing but a full-patch back then. He held no station within the club at the time, he refused to voice this towards his Prez at the time but he knew, it would have been a good thing to join up then, at the time. 

"That's big news right there, I assume you spoke with the respective presidents to push this through. A patch over, Angels of Motherfucking Death...trade in the red and white for some greyish and white. That would be the day that some people start calling us sell-outs, we are nothing more than the go-to club for hits."

Estarossa shrugged, he wasn't going to hide his intentions. He knew what the Angels did and often dealt in, some small-time dealers and shot-callers. Only they knew this would be the next step, joining up with them. it would give them a new chance, a chance to be something within this society. 

"You know it brother, what we can offer you and what we will offer is something that no one else can give ya. We wish to make you fucking big, a club to be feared and a patch-over is a way to do it. Give it to your charters, push through the votes and try to make something of this into a positive. Your lifestyle wouldn't even be affected, we're just giving you something extra."

Hayes knew this was the next step, he had tried to petition to the Bastards of Hell or even the Aztecas at one time, only that had been pushed down. His club had been snubbed, the angels had been put down, this was now a club in the midst of being patched over or killed. 

"If I push this vote through if I can guarantee that we keep our way of life, what do we have to do for the Fallen?"

Estarossa leaned forward, his eyes gleamed with a tiny bit of bloodlust. He wanted to spill some Host blood, there it was in his eyes and right now, the angels of death knew that they couldn't even piss off Esta this much. He was a man prepared to kill or get killed for this club. 

"You kill the Aztecas and secure over 100 Kilos in Cocaine, plus a shipment of Guns from the Russians in which they stole in separate attacks. We want to send a message, no one fucks with the new regime in the MCs. I don't give a fuck who has allied with them if any one of them tries to interfere with this Hayes, a bullet in their dome is all that it needs. Understood?"

And no one objected to this, no one could. The power that Estarossa was giving off was scary as if he was God himself. At that moment, no one would question him. Especially the angels of death, they had wanted a position amongst the Heavenly Host for a while, only to now see that they were biting off more than they could chew, it seemed that fate had favoured them now. 

"Yes, and we will deliver you what you wanted, to the future and may it forever the angels."