The brothers looked at him for a second, many of them knew that they wished to put this to a vote. A meeting like this had to be called for a vote, it was just assumed that Lin would be there for backup. No one would have expected to see Estarossa walking amongst the living once more, it would seem that would prove to be a big builder for all of them if his being there was not going to be announced to the Path of Blood leader.

"Brother, I don't really like this. Our problems should have been our own but I understand, our shipments have been stolen for too long and now we will have to up our security. This can't keep happening, almost like we have some bad luck. I vote yay, we go ahead with this and we know that we can easily stop these fuckers if completely neccesary."

Estarossa knew that with his being back, people would have found a reason to believe that he was not ready for leadership once more. Yet here they were following him without another word, almost like he was not telling them that they were going to rely on another organization, in which they did already. Money-Making was not always a single organization sport, it required working with others and often making sure that they were protected, ready to make sure they made you a profit. 

And so the vote passed, Estarossa and Lin would meet up with Harald Almas. Although Estarossa had a feeling that the man was already in town, watching the local chapter closely, it would always do well to watch your enemies if you planned something. Only Almas didn't bet on one thing, that the MC would be playing distributor for one of the highest-grossing organizations in the world, the high society. From booze, drugs to guns, they were involved in the trifecta. 

"This is going to bury us, I know that much and yet I can't help but think how fucking good this is going to be for all of us. How ready we are going to be for this...this is the sign of things changing for us and all it took was for you to wake up, screw our heads on right and show us the way."

Lin walked out with a huge smile on his face, one that was not returned by Estarossa. It would not do well for reputation alone to hold it down for the Fallen Angels Motorcycle Club. They would need to earn some kind of street reputation, be feared in many ways and he had a feeling that they would be earning that chance soon. It all depended on whether or not Almas would indeed show up to that meeting.

"There's a common thing called respect with people Mister Lin, I would hope that kind of grace would have extended to me and my people. Only I see that is now not true. You called a meeting with us, I can only wonder why when you should be dealing with your own internal issues, such as the one up north with Mendoza still high and mighty."

Lin was forcing himself back, making sure that he didn't strangle the little shit, he was asking for trouble and right now Lin was okay with giving it to the bastard. He was only holding back because he knew that they would need to send this fucker a message, this is what needed to happen now and so Lin was okay with stepping back. 

"Yes, Almas there is, so I'll be sure to give it to the person once he arrives."

Almas' eyebrow rose for a second before he simply bowed his head, not believing what he was hearing before the tell-tale ding of the diner door opening was heard for everyone and people looked at the door in shock. Standing there, clad in the classic leather jacket was Estarossa Pincheel. Almas knew that he had fucked up, only it seems that fate now wished for the man who could restore everything to the correct path to awaken. 

"Mister Harald Almas, Lin, it's a pleasure to see you both. I do hope you were playing nice while I was away. We do need to keep this type of business lowkey. Let me just grab a seat."

And so he did, sliding into the booth opposite Almas as Lin sat in the middle. It would have looked like he was a mediator of some kind. Only people who knew the MC, they could tell that was far from the truth and that Almas was in deep shit that he had gotten himself into a while back. This was what must happen, a meeting, a sitdown, whatever someone wished to call it.
 

"Estarossa, what a pleasure it is to see you. The last time I saw you, was when you guys were still with Mendoza and Miano. Both of whom have already led different paths, Mendoza is someone with the skill and presence to be a feared enforcer for the cartels. Miano is the smarts of the operation and I have to say, if Mendoza is out here doing the big-time hits, trying to kill all of you. Where is Miano?"

Estarossa and Lin shared a look. They knew that Miano had been laying low as of late, he and his charter. No one had seen or heard from them in a while. Something that had him wondering what they were doing, still Miano was not Mendoza. He was smart and he would go into battles with plans, he was someone that bided his time. Only now he wondered, just why was he biding his time?

"He's a non-issue if he plays no threat, he is no threat. We're here about you though Almas, you've been a long game. You have tried to get us weak and wanted to see me dead for a while, you remind me of someone. A former brother, only that is neither here nor there. I am wishing to bring a new system into this world and it begins now. I will not have people who dislike my club ready to assault us."

Estarossa leaned forward, making it clear that he knew of the former's tries against him and his people. Even Lin was looking away from Esta, he was scary when he was angry and his very presence, coupled with the eyepatch, it was a pure moment of terror for anyone not prepared for him.

"You believe that the Path of Blood will wish to play a threat to you, I make a prom-"

"Bullshit! You're not a fucking shot-caller. This type of deal you're working, you are the face of this organization. That's all you will ever be. No no, someone else is pulling the strings, someone like the Sono Brothers of Medellin, they're a cartel and they're pissed that my father didn't invite them to the sitdown we had months ago."
 

Like that, Almas and his stance changed, he knew that his men were around, only so were the MC, packed with better weaponry. Making it known that they would lose this battle, this is not something they wanted right now. Almas knew that he would have been dead if Esta didn't need something and this is what was going to happen, no matter what he wanted, the power he was giving off, it was fucking horrific. 

"The Sono brothers are big-time in Mexico, they need a distributor out there. We would make sure that isn't fucking possible. I'm willing to make sure that each of you here right now is just something of a sub crew. So take this back to your superior Almas, no one is dealing in the states without our say so and that is a guarantee. This life, this business takes plenty of precautions. I would suggest you take the one I am offering you right now."

Almas' eyebrow rose, he could decide if he took that or not. Only it seems they both knew that this was something of a different variety. It almost seemed like a long time coming.

Estarossa did not waste any time pressing on the offensive, he was deciding to go forward once again, knowing that he could easily handle this type of business with Almas. Only the man needed to know that not just anyone fucked around in their territory and got away with it. This could have meant war if Estarossa was so inclined, many of the brothers in Chicago had informed him of some charters that had decided to patch over. 

"You will hand over the drugs you stole and money from the deal that went down in Philly. If we don't get back that money in the next couple of days. I swear to you, I will make sure that each and every one of you fucks gets killed. Cause it won't be us handling that local cartel problem, it will be the Cordelia's and you know how they handled the others. Not a soul even knows of them anymore, that is what will happen when you fuck with our business, is that understood!?"

Almas bowed his head to them, he knew that this could only go one of two ways, he knew that this was the end for them. He decided to play for now. No one could touch these fucks while Estarossa was alive, either they had to change that or they would have a very bad few years with him at the helm. 

"I understand and I apologize for stepping on your toes. I'll be sure to get the drugs back, sorry for this action against you."

Both Lin and Esta nodded, they both knew this was not the end for the Path of Blood. It just meant they would stay on the back of their minds for now while they had to turn to this Rod Kingsman and his Special Officer Forces. Along with this resistance that had been forming against them. 

"We have that done and patched up. we got the Path of Blood to stop, plus we could possibly work something out with them. I'll talk to the Cordelia Brothers. See what we can work out with them, right now though, I want to make sure that I can get something else going. I want to be sure that this is different, for now, I hope you can keep things here under control?"

Lin and Esta stood opposite one another, a couple of their patched members among them. Knowing that it was time for Estarossa to head back home now, the man had been a great help. Seeing him go already, it was not a sight they wished to see already. Now they were here, something like this, it was heartbreaking for them. 

"Don't worry, I'll be sure to keep my end of things all good, I can't have you going all soft on me now. We have to get you into the position where you can be a truly dominant force in this life once again, Almas bowed because he saw that you were back. Shit had changed since then. Now we make sure that we're back on track, we have you to do that for us. Let's keep this shit ready, eh?"

Estarossa pushed Lin for a second before embracing tightly, whispering something to him for a second before he nodded all the same. Allowing him to know that he had heard him and was ready to do what needed to be done. Lin stepped back, continue to watch his brothers mount their bikes. 

"Get home safe brother and give those fuckers a good scare for us!"

Estarossa nodded before he and his patches road out of the clubhouse driveway, hearing the hoots and whistling from the many hangarounds and prospects. They had possibly never seen this type of thing before. It was a sight to those who had never been apart of this type of thing before. 

And now he was awake, Estarossa wondered as he rode down the street, just what awaited when he truly settled in Philadelphia and what type of people would try to make a play for his crown?

For once, he didn't know or have his suspicions. He would be glad to make sure that he could sleep peacefully in his home, things were looking up, he knew it.