Konnor laughed, Terrence Knox caring about the community was bullshit as their charity runs in the West Coast. The man didn't give two shit about the community, he simply wanted the payment and he would get it. Konnor leaned forward, moving his finished plate of pie to the side as he drank the glass of milk before pushing it to the side also. 

"Terrence, you're getting an investor's share of the overall profits. The Club gets 25 and the other investors will be gaining their percentages over time. Now, do we have your backing on this? I promise you, this will not be a move that you regret, just remember that now we're working together."

Terrence nodded, not even finding the deal bad enough. It was a good one and apparently would make them a ton of cash together, gambling sold and here they were ready to get in bed together, enjoying the profits that they would be reaping together. 

Konnor sat alone in his office, it had been a good few weeks since the change had hit them. Now he was all alone, his brothers were asleep in the clubhouse and he did wonder how he could keep up that secret. Now was the time to himself occupied, he wondered what he could do to make sure that none of this got out, the right people, the right, all of it was different now and he intended to make sure that people knew that. 

"I'm not the same as you, brother, you have ambition, so did I. Only I had to save this club, you were a good man while you lasted and now I have to take your position. Let's hope you can survive in prison, after all, you are the son of the infamous Pavanno. You will do well and you will thrive as I know you can."

Konnor knew that what happened in the next couple of months would be a deciding factor. The club itself had a few meetings with the next Irish captains in the gun-trade, the people that they would be dealing with and so his mind was focusing on that. He knew who they were and what they were capable of doing to the club's business. After his talk with Orion Byrne in his underground boxing club, he knew that he had one member he could count on for now.

Devlin O'Leary gaining such promotion had been placed into the hands of Estarossa before he could influence things, now the Irish had a foothold and one man could easily destroy him. The Club needed those guns, everyone knew that now and he wondered if some people were suspicious of him, it was too obvious and he knew that people were as ambitious as him. Things would begin to unravel, he needed to control that and soon. 

"Brother, just got a call from the West, they had some trouble with the Tribe, Carson got a little bit heated, ended with two brothers dead. The Tribe got away clean, this was easy for them and now we have Rowen wanting blood. He knows that we are meant to be in the rebuild but after Galen's daughter and now them moving on Carson City, there needs to be retaliation."

Konnor shook his head, he knew that this was the game at hand. He looked up at their intelligence officer, Misaki Serachi. The kid had cemented himself with the use of his connections in the world of politicians and judges. Now he had been able to use these connections to gain some nice little things, Konnor was worried that he would be able to use these connections to get Estarossa out earlier. 
 

"What's the rest of the brothers saying? Peoria, Chicago, Albany?"

Konnor knew that if two of the kings plus Kip backed this plan of wanting vengeance, they would get it. No matter his vote and chair as the de-facto representative of the club in matters pertaining to their business allies. If one of the kings wanted it, then it would happen and then would have had to manoeuvre in which way that would cost the club the least amount of casualties. 

"Kip wanted bloodshed, him and Galen are close. Both Illinois charters wanted bloodshed, Givern is waiting on our charter vote. If we vote no bloodshed, he lands the same way. Still, Carson City did lose two brothers, their charter would want retaliation and it remains on their side of the coast. We make sure of that, the Tribe in Ohio under Ramirez seem to be remaining neutral in their side of things."
 

'No club remains neutral Kon, they move as a pack, like a wolf pack. When one of the wolves attack, it is usually under the command of the alpha, even if they present themselves as friendly or neutral in the matters of charter business, they're moving to make a statement. Do not let them get away with that, show them that you are a wolf as well.'

The words that his mentor had once told him, the Tribe were not moving on their lonesome. Something that the other clubs didn't seem to realize, Ramirez was targeting them now, ready for a full-out war because of the loss of Estarossa. Konnor knew that he had to preserve the club as a whole but he also had a right to protect his charter as a whole as well, this was going to be different for him. 

"That's a lie, Ramirez is THE Prez of The Tribe, no one moves without him knowing or giving the okay. He wanted his charter on the west to target Rowen because of the lack of Guns from the Irish now, we will have to weigh our options. The Tribe are fearsome, they are dangerous but they are not undefeatable. We'll have to contact some of Esta's old friends, see if they can't get some details on our new enemy..."

Misaki raised an eyebrow, it seemed like Konnor had already given this plenty of thought, willing to throw them into this battle without any other word. While he was new to the club in a way, the other prospects were entirely new, especially that schmalz kid, there was something about him that Misaki didn't like, he would intend to keep an eye on the kid. 
 

"I'm still calling the brothers for a vote, we'll know the course of action that they will wish to take soon. Only with the other things in hand, we'll need to be sure that we are doing this for the benefit of the club. We need to be sure that these fuckers won't try it again, I was thinking that Tacoma could head up and protect them for a moment. They have the arms and men to do so."

While Misaki wasn't exactly a man of high office with the club, his ways of handling the situations that spread in the club had gained him a very high seat on the table. So while his suggestions did not hold that much weight due to his position as a regular patch, it was something that Konnor took on now, so he made sure to wave him away with a smile. 

'The one good decision you made out of so many others brother was bringing those boys in. They are the future of this club, I know that much.' 

"We have trouble brothers, in the past few months, we have seen an increase in the presence of Ramirez Palomono, a dangerous National President for the Tribe MC. They've been around for as long as the Heavenly Host and now they seek to cement their reputation as the new kings of the bIker world."

Konnor spoke in that roguish rough tone that he used whenever he was handling the club business. His eyes were every single one of these brothers, all of them had heard the news of the Tribe hitting the Carson City charter.

It pained them to sit here and do nothing, they were all a brotherhood and they were willing to finally send a message to anyone that wished to play the game with them. 

They were not going to sit around and allow this to happen, they were all ready to deliver a brand of angelic justice upon their enemies.

"The retaliation vote is already in action, this affects the club as a whole. Chicago and Peoria want retaliation for the Tribe's assault and then we have the west coast wanting the same thing. Michigan remains on the side, waiting to see where we all land for this. Vote with your heads, don't forget your heart though brothers...."

It came down to it and the brothers had all voted on all-out retaliation, something that had not surprised either of them. They had times of peace, they had allowed a brother to rest. Still, they had no guns or at least, enough to supply a war and now....many of them looked to Konnor who continued to look at them like everything was going to be okay. He knew that though, if he still had the correct connections, everything would be going a certain way and how he wanted it to happen. 

"I'll talk to Givern and Galen, get them up to speed, Joel, Johnny, hang back, I want to talk to you guys about some stuff."

Everyone left the room besides Johnny and Joel who knew that this had to be about not having the firepower or enough of it to make sure that they could deal a significant impact on the Tribe. It would have to be some quick and ready moves, the club would have to move with swiftness and it had to be done, soon. 

"Gotta talk to New York, we'll need them with us and some of their firepower. Since the Irish won't be up and running for another few weeks, we won't have the same amount of firepower, we'll have to collect some from some Black Market dealers. Talking to Orion and Catalina,  we'll see where that lands but do you seriously like this, retaliation on the tribe?"

Joel lit up a cigarette, his eyes glazing over for a moment. There was something in them that Konnor noticed but he wasn't going to press, his eyes narrowed for a second, Creeper had been different lately. His loyalty to the club was obvious but loyalty to him, the Prez? That was what he questioned and now worried about.

"It was coming, Estarossa planned to take care of them before you all came back from the North, he was going to have a sitdown with Ramirez...he spoke to Six about it, actually, where the fuck is that guy? He's been off the radar since Esta went down...that's what is worrying me right now. I wouldn't want to think that he was a casualty of all of this."

Wait....Estarossa planned to take care of the tribe? Konnor now wondered what his former Prez had in store for these pricks. He was sure that plans had changed once Angel had come back, she was someone that the club took care of now. The business now needed to be taken care of, still, something now rung in the back of his mind. 

"Six is a tough guy, I'll reach out to Vicky...see what she knows and if we need to up the timeline. This move on the tribe, they'll expect it, especially knowing our style...we'd attack the clubhouse...we do something else...that grabs their attention. Tell Misaki to get his connections, I want to know when the tribe move their next shipment of Heroin for their supplier...we're going to steal their shit."

Johnny seemed to be in agreement while Creeper looked a bit put out. This spelt starting something that would need a permanent marker on it. This wasn't a matter of pride or the money, it was the brotherhood and he made sure that Konnor would know that. That was why they gathered around the table, to make sure that their brothers had received the justice and would fly into heaven. 
 

"Brother, this isn't about the fucking cash... it's about sending a message to those fucks that would kill us in the blink of an eye. No drugs, no convoys..we kill them...we send a fucking message that we are the wolves that run this motherfucker. I am not going to be sitting around looking for the next paycheck, you have that sorted...we deal with this and we make sure that we protect our brothers."

Creeper started Konnor down, he wanted to make sure that this man knew what he was getting into. He wasn't going to the VP that blindly followed him into creating a bigger problem, taking down the tribe in Ohio made sense and did not mess with their other plans long term. Messing with the supplier of their club meant a whole heap of trouble, something the Cordelia Cartel did not need right now. 

"Brother...I understand that. So what do we do? They're a club with charters all over the fucking world, just like us. We need to be able to send them a message, something that allows us to prove that we are more powerful and stronger than them in every way. They killed two of our brothers, we kill their Ohio Charter...that's it...what do you say?"

Creeper looked at Konnor, a smile lighting up his features before he leaned forward, slamming his hand down on the table in eagerness. 

"Fuck yeah! Let's do that, we send them a fucking message, one that isn't going to be forgotten or tossed assed, doing this...it gives us power and reputation that we are not to be messed with."