National President of the Angels of Death, Hayes looked at his charter. All of them had to be ready for this, taking on one of the biggest and dangerous factions this side of the US, the Heavenly Host. It was almost fated that they were going to be doing battle against one another, it was almost like justice and true karma ready to support them. 

"Brothers, you know why I called this meeting. Estarossa Pincheel, National Prez of the Fallen Angels MC has departed from the Host. This is our moment to prove ourselves, they didn't call the Bastard or Roller. This is our job, what we do here defines us as leaders and men who can be patched over into a new charter."

Many of the angels were roaring in pleasure, they had longed to be one of the heavenly host soldiers of war. Sitting around this table and discussing it was one of the greater things. Estarossa had given them a chance, bring them some hardware and drugs, it was all there for them. They couldn't betray the fallen, this was their moment and they knew that no one, not even Mendoza himself, could take this away from them as a club. 

"So I call out to each and every one of you sitting here right now. A patch over for the death and destruction of the Aztecas who is nothing but a puppet club for the host, this will not give them anything, I wish for each and every one of you here to decide what we want from this. It is a charter vote, one that decides the fate of the angels here today, our other charters will have a talk with their brothers. This is an internal beef, what we want from this and what we will get from this is something completely different. We gain the recognition of the country that we are not to be fucked with!"

Hayes to emphasize his point slammed his fist down on the table, his eyes narrowed on each of his brothers. They had to see this for what it was, a chance to be something different than a stepping stool for all these other clubs. This was not going to be their problem, this was a club problem, a club problem once they were patched over and ready to fall like the true angels they needed to be. 

"Prez, I think I speak for all of us here, we've wanted to be apart of something bigger for a long time. This is just our chance to do so, we have waited and we have wanted this for a while. There is no stopping this, we're here for you and we are going to follow you into a hell that we know what is followed after. This is what we've always wanted, to fall and to become the best goddamn Motorcycle Club this side of the motherfucking East Coast."

"Then let us put it to a vote..."
 

Elsewhere Estaorssa sat in the chapel, where he was thinking over everything before the phone rang. He walked over to the wall, picking up as he heard the voice of his Uncle Joey, his eyes closing in such desperation before he heard the sounds of his children. His eyes closing softly once more, thanking whoever was watching over his family for whatever reason. 

"There are times I wonder if you're like my idiotic brother Michael, there are times where I wonder if that life has got you so caught up that you don't see you're doing the exact thing that Charlie was doing...."

Esta took all that his uncle was saying to heart, this was more than anything he had ever been given. His life was something else entirely, he smiled bitterly. He wanted to be with his children, he wanted to be there for them, to witness their firsts. Only he couldn't do that now, he needed to make sure they would be safe, he was fighting for them and his remaining fractured family. 

"I am not him, he left me alone with people I didn't know, I didn't know my family. I know that I am leaving my children in safe hands, Joe, I want to make sure that this is something they have. They are surrounded by family....this is what they need."

Joe let out a bitter laugh, one that shook Estarossa to his very core. His uncle was many things, he was a man of his word and kept to his guns. When he was retiring from this life, he made sure to never come back again and that is what he was doing. He made a real honest life out there in London, he was living his dream, something that very few Pavanno's ever got to do. 

"You say that now, you say that they needed this space. You're such a hypocrite, you're a fool. You're not doing this for them! You're doing this for yourself, Francesca died for you... your father is in Mexico and your children are in London here with me. Our family is scattered beyond belief but I would have thought that you would have hung up the gloves, our family has had enough, we are not needed in the states anymore, I hope you come to see that son.."

Estarossa knew that he couldn't take much more and simply hung up the phone after, not even saying goodbye to his children or his uncle. He strode over to the liquor cabinet, pouring himself a glass as he noticed a few things. His brothers were in the bar behind those very doors, it was soon going to be time to push on the Aztecas and get those guns, along with the kilos of cocaine back. This was a war that had already turned bloody, they just had to keep it out of Philly. 

"Why are we doing this? Why are we trying to lie to ourselves that we do this because it is all we know, huh? Are we trying to say we are better than our father or just the same?"

Esta bowed his head, drinking his glass of whiskey before turning on his heel and walking out the door, greeting his brothers with a charismatic smile on twitched at his lips. On the inside though, he knew that he was one hell of a weeping angel, one that needed to end this war and get back home to his family.