Estarossa never thought he would be home and here he was, greeted by the patches of Las Vegas and Illinois. He was a bit different right now, after dealing with the parties in Washington and then Almas along with band of fuckers. Estarossa knew that all he wanted to do was sleep, he parked his bike and was immediately grasped in a tight hug by a couple of brothers, each of them was happy. 

"Brothers, I'll be inside and just resting up. Gimme a few and I'll see what we'll be doing, enjoy yourselves."

Most of them nodded, knowing that he was tired and probably wanted the rest. He walked back into the clubhouse, only to see a sight that was indeed a surprise to him. Sitting in the clubhouse was Misaki Serachi, now this was a surprise considering that he had nobody else with him. It seemed the brothers had forgotten that the prospect was inside here. He decided to approach him. 

"Hello sir, I've heard a lot about you and your family. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Esta nodded, finding this kid to be a delight. He didn't talk too much and still, who his mother was, it seemed the kid held a different kind of interest for this club. Something that Estarossa admired, he decided that he would take that drink. Wanting to chat with the prospect and see what he could get to know him as. 

"Go get a few drinks and bring one for yourself as well."

Misaki nodded, heading up and out into the party as he returned a few minutes with the drink in hand. He found that this was pretty weird for him, never had he been asked to truly just sit down and converse with one of his would-be brothers. Misaki knew that he should savour this and he would, deciding to sit down and see what Esta wanted. 

"I've worked with your mother, she wrote a book about this life. Many of the other clubs would have possibly killed her, only I liked what she wrote and if you can't see, my word means pretty much law around here. The deal at the end of this is that she would write another, I don't know when but I think she might be planning too. You're her son but you guys also have a connection with a former enemy of ours."

Misaki decided then to simply listen, wanting to know what he was getting at here. Estarossa did not seem to wish to keep him in the unknown for a while now. 

"My father, Charlie Pavanno used to have a small rivalry with a group known as The Firm. Now that never went anywhere because, at the time, we never had the muscle to move in on them. Now we do, The Firm is known to be in an alliance with the Asian Clans, Serachi being among some of them. I want you to talk to your mother and see what we can do about that, I don't wish for war. I wish for an alliance."
 

Misaki raised his eyebrow for a second, that seemed a bit odd. Going to him, a prospect for a deal that concerned another's family. It was something that he didn't wish to bring to them and now he would have too, he nodded a while later. Noticing the gaze that was on him from his leader then. It seemed to be piercing his very soul. 

"Good I'll be sure to see that you get paid for this, Misa. You're doing justice to the club and general profit, now go out and have a good time."

Misaki stood from the couch, he knew that he could do this but to what extent? Using his family just to get to another organization, it seemed almost underhanded, yet for the club, he was willing to do it and now that is what needed to happen. His eyes narrowed, his whole being seemingly shook as he stepped out into the clubhouse yard and decided to just enjoy himself. 

Estarossa sat back for a while, simply watching the kid for that moment, he could see that he was doing something different from the plans that many of the other charters had. This type under the table deal was better for the club, a deal that would make them much more money than simply relying on New York, the Russians, and Cordelia. This is what the business was, cashing out and making sure that your organization had enough to survive once you let go of the handles. 
 

"Fuck...let's get this done with."

Esta stood from the seat, finishing his glass of beer before heading off to his room. He knew this was the moment where he could finally rest, his eyes narrowed before hearing some voices in his room. He sighed, wondering what the fuck was going on, he entered and noticed three women in rather revealing clothing...his eyes narrowed before one of them passed him a note, he read it...and those brothers of his were rather sneaky it seemed. 

"Well...rest was always for the weak. I guess I can enjoy myself this way."

And enjoy himself he did, Estarossa Pincheel was back and prepared to enjoy himself. Anyone who passed that door would have heard the many things that were going on with their National President, leaving him to conduct his own business. 

The Next Morning...

Estarossa groaned as he woke up, looking to his sides and then his other, noticing the women who were indeed naked under the sheets. He stumbled out of the bed, putting on his pants as well as his leather jacket. He left them to rest, deciding that he didn't really want to disturb them. He walked out, noticing how many people passed by him, nodding to him in respect. 

"There he is! The conqueror of groupies!"

Many of the brothers laughed deciding to then sit down around the clubhouse, enjoying the breakfast. It seemed that Goren was the one cooking though, this kind of shit he seemed to excel at, one of the few things that many of them wanted to enjoy was his cooking.

Estarossa gave them all the finger, knowing that they were taking the piss, he was in no mood for that right now. He drank his coffee and sat down, a plate of eggs, sausage, baked beans and toast already before him. He looked up, already noticing Tari, he nodded to her in thanks that had her blushing. Many of the brothers shrugged their shoulders at that, knowing that Tari was already infatuated with Esta. 

"We got some news today, it seems that Terrence wants to meet, discuss some plans for the city. Wants to knock down some of the casinos you're father has made, including the Ultra-Luxe, wants us to clear it out, considering that no one really goes there now. I say we do it, could save the club some money and end up being beneficial for us in the long run."
 

Estarossa nodded, deciding to lean back into his chair, reading the papers. A lot of this shit was just coming onto his table now. He knew that many of them wanted to protect him for now, he liked that. Only he would not allow himself to be caught off guard like that, he would have to assign a few jobs, then handle the business with the Path of Blood. See what was happening with them right now, he would keep an eye on that little group though. 

"I want to talk with Six today as well, get his ass down here. Time we clean this shit up, I want a nice little agenda for today it seems, also get some things for that charity event. We have to let people know that we're still supporting ourselves and them at the same time, this is a city effort, I want all hands on deck for this."
 

All of the brothers nodded, getting back into munching their foods, they knew that the next time they would possibly eat would be when they got done with everything. So they would full up and possibly burn all this off in a matter of moments, this is what the club business did. They all knew that some of the prospects were just getting to know that now, they would have to get something going or form their own ideas before their patch came. 

"Prez, we got Galen on the line, something about some shipment."

Esta nodded before chucking another piece of sausage in his mouth, nodding towards Grim and then picking up the phone. It seems this business never really stopped and here was the sign for it. Goddamn, it never stopped. Here it was now, Galen on the line seemingly at his charter clubhouse before all this happened. 

"Alright, Gale, what you got for me?"

"Well brother, it's good to hear you up and running that's for sure."

Esta chuckled then, Galen was always someone who would be able to see the best in some situations. It is possibly what made him such a good President to follow, situations that would have ended badly in some cases, Galen was often the man who looked for a different solution. 

"Heh, calm down and tell me what's up, we got some business that needs to be taken care of right now and it does seem to be taking all of my men right now. So tell me what you want brother, then we can work through it."

Galen's deep chuckle was heard through the phone and Esta knew that the old man was enjoying himself immensely. This type of shit happened a lot though it seems, Galen was one of the positive brothers around. He did keep a lot of people in high spirits, like right now and this is what they did, they were a family, just like any other mob in some kind of fashion

"We sold the coke and guns, a bunch of Haitians had a Heroin Shipment coming in and wanted some of the hardware. Then some Asians wanted the guns, seems like we made a good profit here...so don't worry about that front. We got that shit handled over here, you just enjoy yourself now...if you can that is."
 

Esta didn't even know it but that was a boon to hear. He thanked Galen, soon hanging up the phone before he put on his riding gloves, grabbing an extra t-shirt as he knew that he was currently shirtless. He decided to move for the Prospects to follow him, Grim came along as well, seeing as he simply wanted to ride along with his two prospects. 

"Where we going?"

"Shut up kid, don't ask questions. Follow and you'll find out."

Grim was one of the hardcore brothers in the MC. He didn't allow the prospects to get ahead of themselves here and there, he wanted them to learn as the rest did. Some of these new guys wanted to think that wearing the patch was the same thing as wearing anything else. It was a simple more than anything, just like swearing the oath of omerta was for the mafia. Being patched in, it meant you was one of the trusted guys that no one could fuck with you and that was it. 

"I understand Grim, sorry man."

The Prospects walked towards their bikes while Grim was held back by Esta who gave him a smirk. They both knew that Grim had almost no right to do that kind of shit, considering that Estarossa was his sponsor and he remembered him asking a shit ton of questions. Most of which Esta answered because he trusted him. 

"What?" 

"Get on the fucking bike Grim, don't be such an asshole to these guys. We need Misaki to start thinking straight, he's already questioning our reasoning behind wanting his mother in on this little business deal."

Grim looked over at the Serachi Heir, the kid was indeed someone that they enjoyed having around there was no doubt about that. He just needed to relax some. The kid was a bit of a different breed, still, he wasted no time and got on his bike. Deciding to leave the questions for later. 

Estarossa had sat on his bike for a while, knowing that they were waiting for him to lead them out. His eyes narrowed for a single second before turning his head, noticing Grim nodding at him. He rode off, soon hearing three other roars behind him, like a retinue of knights on horseback, they rode off to their first mission of the day.
 

Terrence Knock was someone who had been on the payroll of the Heavenly Host for quite a while, something that he had gotten used too was the fat cash envelope that he had always got. Only then he knew that there was a shift in the air, Miano was no longer the one who even answered him now. His business seemingly stayed with the new angels, Fallen ones. He had laughed at the name but then realized they were better organized this way, something that had been a scary thought. 

"So, you want to knock down the Ultra-Luxe, that's not up to me. You know that much, so you want me to buy you off or turn it into something new. A place that big...it's got to draw some fucking eyes. Casinos aren't our type of deal, why not talk to the Mexicans, Native Americans, the guys that would want something to do with the Ultra-Luxe, eh?"
 

Terrence snorted, he didn't need more cash. His watchful eyes with the MC is what kept him afloat, they occasionally let him get a good reputation for the city and then some. This type of style was different, he wanted to be involved with the cleanup. Allow it to push something new into Philadelphia. 

"No, if they want to buy into it. I would like to have a part of it. Give me some good reputation and push that into the city itself. This is what we need for the city."

Esta chuckled, it wasn't what was needed for the city per se, it was what was needed for Terrence himself. The man was content with the fat envelope here and there. He was never content with being at his station, Estarossa knew that he could deny him as such. Only it was going to be fun to see how far he could stretch this..,
 

"You want me to generate some good PR for the city by gaining some outside investors to buy into a sunken casino. I'll see what I can do for the general investors. I'll have to think about this, there is something you could do for us though. We're looking for some real estate if you wanna help with that. Let us know and we can move forward with it Terrence, until then, I'll see about those investors."

With this, Esta and the boys decided to walk away, sitting on their bikes for a while as they watched Terrence think to himself for a second. The man was not a snake by any means, he was ambitious which they all understood being in their line of work. He was one of the people that they could understand working with for a change, now they just needed to use his ambitions for their own personal gain.
 

"You think he's going to push on this deal, we need it more than anything else. This is a move that gives us a second base for the drugs, if not, we'll have to sell it further out of our territories and I doubt the fucking Tribe is going to allow that to happen in their backyard. We need to have this brother, get the investors."

Oh, he knew that Grim was right in this matter for once. The Tribe Motorcycle Club was one of the National MCs, around the world they were known for dealing in Meth, Heroin, Cocaine, and the occasional prostitution. They were known for not allowing some of the national MCs through their territory. While Esta had never had a meeting with the National Prez of the Tribe, he knew from stories that the man was not nice. 

"I'll get that done, I want you and the boys on a run down to the warehouse. Make sure everything is prepared for the run in a couple of weeks. You want to take the prospects with ya?"

Grim turned his head to study the two, they were standing there talking with one another. They were a bit antsy but anything else, they seemed calm and ready for whatever else was next. Grim nodded in respect, he would take two. They didn't look like they would lag behind, plus they could be put to work. 

"Good, I'll be meeting Six at his place, would have met at the cabaret in South Philly but alas, still Luis Patangeli was one heck of a man to make that place. God bless the man and his soul, I'll see you later, be safe and fly high brother."
 

Grim nodded, motioning to the prospects that they should follow him. They got on their bikes, Esta heard the tell-tale roar of their motorcycles before they rode off towards the warehouse. That was wrapped up, all he had to do was talk with Six, the brother who was not officially a member of the angels.

"Let's hope I find you in good spirits brother, we can never know what we are walking into truth."

Theo 'Six' Walker was a former Sgt At Arms for the Dearborn MC known as the Outcasts, they had been cut down and he had barely escaped with his life. His brothers had been killed, his club all but shaken up by the fact that they had taken a bad deal. Now he was reminded of what they did wrong, only now he had known that he had picked the wrong city to settle in. It seemed another club had settled down her. 

"Go away Esta, I ain't going to tell you about my sister. She doesn't need to be around that life again."
 

Six heard some laughing from the other side of the door before it was open anyway, he shrugged knowing that if he wanted too, Esta could have easily just entered but he loved to play these games. It seemed to be apart of him for some reason, everthingwas a game to him, even life itself. He had never once been able to take things to seriously, always finding the funny side in things, how he never wanted to delve too much into the darkness that he clearly held himself.

"I am not here about your sister. She's already at the clubhouse though, she's been helping out. That's not the point though, I'm here to talk."

Six rose his eyebrow, when Esta wanted to talk, it was usually followed by things breaking and then some things going south fast. If that had the same effect, he didn't want to be involved with anything right now. He had just gotten clear of everything else, this shit could and would haunt him for a good while.

"Alright, talk. I ain't speaking about the situations that you don't need to know about, just what's up?"

"I need to get in contact with The Tribe, situations are a bit tense right now. I need to be sure that we could ride through their territory. Those fuckers, they would target every single charter I have on the west coast, this business needs to be done. I can't have them fucking us up. I need to get some things across their territory. Expansion, I could fight for the territory that means pushing into different cities and I can't be doing that...yet"

And just like that Six tensed, the mere mention of the Tribe was enough to stop even him in his tracks. Those guys didn't fuck around and for Esta to go to them, he must have been really desperate. They were some scary fuckers, even the clubs that were known to delve into the hardcore drug game, paying off and even killing some coppers, they didn't do that shit but they were feared for their numbers and leader.