Keath knew that he was in the deep shit now, this club was not taking the same shit that Devlin was. They knew that something was up and that made him more suspicious. Ireland was not exactly known for its better organizations but there were some people respectively that wished for the bikers of the states to remain out of their business. Keath couldn't get into that now, he wanted to be sure that there were no problems here and right now. there was a huge fucking problem.

All of them watched him, even his own crew and they knew that this club would not take no for an answer. Just like the others, they wanted these washed fuckers to become apart of their tribe. They were not going to settle for anything less and judging by the shit in their backpacks. They brought the kuttes already, they were expecting a patch over, one way or another.

"True Irish Supporters, terrorists or whatever the fuck you wish to call them. They're breathing down our necks, they know that we're next for the patch over that you guys are coming over here for. They want us to cancel any promises or they'd rather meet you, they want to know what kind of person you are. If you can gain their support, you'd be ready to make some cash. Otherwise, you're looking at a slow and steady war with these fuckers."

Konnor knew that already, these fuckers were not well-known and if someone usually tried to muscle him out of a business deal, he would have allowed himself some kind of back up plan. So he knew that he had nothing the form of martial prowess, maybe a few of the Irish Mob down here could help, no doubt they were somewhere. Maybe he would contact Devlin. 

Zaza was feeling somehow. These guys had proved to be a bunch of fuckers, they had denied the patch over and were now giving information like they couldn't even wait for anything else. Now here were there saviours, the ones that did the saving and always got fucked in the end. No, Zaza knew that something else had to have not been right, Keath was hiding something and he could tell that Konnor thought that too. 

"Okay, I'll talk to some people out here and see what we can do but the patch over vote It happens again, with or without you Keath. Your boys are going to adorn the wings, majority rules don't apply and there will be a new president if you decide no. Vote and then come back, I'll find out what the club vote either way."

And with that, all of them dropped their backpacks on the table. Making sure to note who were the eager ones and who seemed to be more cautious to adorn their new leather. Konnor shook his head, it was actually a good number of them to make the Belfast charter. Something that he was already welcoming with open arms, he gestured for him and his boys to head outside, knowing that they needed to discuss what the fuck was going on here. Cause something wasn't right.

"The man is a lying fucker. Out through his ass, no way that all of them voted no on the Angel before we even got here. Talked to Edward as well, he knows that they didn't vote on us. Something ain't right here Kon and I wanna throttle that bastard, make sure that I can bring out the truth outta him, these True Irish Supporters, why would they bother with MC Business? It ain't their concern, at best, they'd be bothered with the Irish and how far their cause would be going with us in their pocket..."

And without even knowing it, Zaza solved why the True Irish Supporters were around now. It was amazing, they all knew it now. The True Irish supporters wanted access to the new stock of Irish-Operated arms trade that Devlin O'Leary was now controlling. They obviously were not going to go with the Russians because they had some kind of disagreement with them, now with Devlin at the helm. It allowed for-profit and for the home-grown boys to finally get what they wish. A true growing army, they were packing toys and the occasional bomb but with the weapons that Devlin brought to the table, it would be horrific for their enemies.

Now Konnor knew that as well, shaking his head as he finally connected the dots, The Red Devils MC were proxies for the Irish Supporters. It was a good game but not one you wished to play with the angels and now they had to tread this kind of ground carefully. They were in the middle of supplying guns to a known terrorist organization, if it got back to them, it would land on a singular charter. 

"We know that now, the question is boys, how do we deal with this? They want our weaponry, this is up to Devlin. We can't operate without him knowing that the guns go to someone of a known terror level threat. This is the big leagues now and we're negotiating money. If we want to patch things up correctly. We will need this or we find a few other buyers, the mob, the fucking cops, I don't know but we have to find someone to give the extra guns to."

It was moments like these that they could see the presidency took a toll on some people. They would usually indulge in many things, drugs, women and booze were the most common of these. Only the things had now changed, this was not something that they even wanted to know. They could tell that Konnor was itching for something, he was worried about this new threat to their club or buyer for their weapons. He wanted to be sure that they would be protected. 

"Calm down brother, we can get through this shit. We all know what this means now, we have the real reason why the Irish Supporters want us here. If it is what we believe, we can pass that onto Devlin. We are in no position to playing the decision-makers here, plus we need the Kings as well brother. This is not how we have to take it, just be easy with this."

Johnny was the one that spoke, making sure to be the cooler of the three heads, actually if anything, it was the two heads. Goren was watching, as he always did. He wanted to make sure that everything would be cool with them, now here they were, ready and preparing to be something more than they truly were. 
 

"I'm taking it easy brother, trust me on that one. I'm not going to be standing here, waiting for some bullshit to pop up on me. I need to make sure that you guys are safe with me. I can't be having bullshit on me anymore, this club doesn't need half the bullshit we get. I want to be sure that I can give you guys the better life than what you would have gotten with many others."

Johnny nodded, he wasn't like Creeper in anything fashion, the two of them seemed to be different. They argued with one another, it had been clear to many of the brothers that something was brewing between the two. Ever since Estarossa had been in the join, it was another two years before that could even begin to loosen up. Now they were being so different, the club life, the business, it was all coming to a big conclusion soon. 
 

"We know that brother, we're just wishing that you didn't have to kill yourself over this shit. We want to be sure that you're walking away with your head held high, knowing that you did the best for this club and we will be doing the best for you. Straight up, we want to be sure that what we have here is what you will get in response."

This time, Goren spoke, softly. The kid was always forgotten about in some forms, people seemed to forget that he was even a member of the club at points. He was one of the quiet ones, never giving anything away about the guys and here they were now. A bunch of brothers ready to be given the vote that they needed, a charter in Belfast would be really something, it would open doors and make sure that everyone saw them as a Major MC Power. 

"Thanks, guys, finally though, it seems like shit is clearing up and now we'll see which of these guys decided to put on some wings and fly with us into the pearly gates of heaven when that time comes."

And just like that, many members of the Red Devils stormed off, none of them was Keath McKeavy, it seemed that he had decided to stay. Something that was surprising for them all, they knew that if he had patched out, he probably would have met the fate of death from the club. The Angels, for the first since arriving in this hellhole called Belfast, they smiled and they were truly glad for it. 
 

And now the Belfast Charter of the Angels became a real thing, with Keath McKeavy leading the way here. It was a new era and one that they as brothers had to accept for them now. It was now the real thing and now that this one hurdle had been passed, it would soon become the time to talk with the true Irish Supporters. 

"What can you tell me about these guys? Just who they are, I know the organization but who is the one leading it? I need to know, I need to be able to protect you guys from all the things that will be coming for us as a club. What attacks or comes after you, is now our enemy."
 

Konnor and Keath sat down near the entrance to the clubhouse. A lot of things had already changed, the angel wings prominently shown around the clubhouse now. The business had changed for the angels of Belfast and much more would be changing as time went on. 

"They're led by Daveth O'Shay. A bunch of drunks is what they were before, they want Ireland to be free and now with his leadership, they have that. So I'd be asking what's next but I know what's next, we have to get the Irish Supporters their guns, talk to Devlin or whatever. I want to be sure that this charter doesn't suffer for the problems of the West."

Konnor nodded, that much was going to be guaranteed. They were clear in that, the business that Devlin conducted should and would not be a problem of the Irish in Belfast. The charters here in Ireland would be protected by the one in Newcastle. He decided to extend his hand to Keath, making sure that he was now accepting him like a brother. 

"Daveth O'Shay, good to know. I'll let you know what Devlin decides to do but you guys will have to get the Dungloe boys on board. They trust ya and they know if you guys patched over, we might be some good guys...we'll see though Keath. In the end, we all have to do what is right for the club."

Philadelphia, Old City District - Fallen Angels MC Clubhouse

Four Weeks Later...

"Just got some news, we patched over the Red Devils. A few patched out but they'll get used to another club maybe. Now with the Belfast Charter, we have a suitable line for the guns. This is good guys, finally, things are looking up and we probably will have to inform Konnor of the recent setbacks we've faced."

Creeper spoke as he set at the right-hand. A lot of the brothers could see that the two were not fond of each other by any means but they could see that they had mutual respect and love for the thing that they needed. This club was the reason they were working together, they needed it and that much was clear. 

Now the setbacks they had faced were in the forms of the Rey distribution being raided, tons of cocaine being seized and Catalina Rey being killed in what looked like a massacre. Leaving the club without a supplier of Cocaine or any other drugs, it was a hard row for them right now and they were making ends meet with the Adult Industry coming around. 

"We have to tell him soon enough, he spoke with Catalina and he's gone off thinking that the whole thing is set, that we won't have to worry about anything for a good while. Now we do, this coke thing, it's given some fuckers leeway. They're coming into our territory, selling their fucked up brand of shit! We have to set that right, brother."
 

Creeper knew that too, they needed the drugs from the Rey Cartel or Seda Mob, whichever someone wanted to call it. Now they had to talk with the Cordelia Cartel or start making cash some other ways. It was not tough considering that they had money coming but most of it was going into the casino that Konnor was doing his business in. 

All of them had been prepared to kick back and relax, to wait for Konnor to return, only it seemed that the shit was not getting better but worse and it was all capped off with the Tribe. These fuckers decided to roll through their territory, they were the ones that had been doing nothing and were left scrambling, the angels were under attack and something was seriously fucked up. 

"I got that Nicky. I know what they're doing and they won't be doing it for long. This is not going to stand, I assure you all. I made some calls as well. We'll be mopping these boys up soon, they won't be the ones on the offensive for long. Just bear the storm and trust me, we will get out of this soon."
 

Slamming the gavel down, the brothers left Creeper to his own business. The Vice-President of this club didn't even know how to lead these men, they were all looking to him for guidance and for the first time in a month. He wished that Konnor was here or Estarossa, those guys knew how to lead, they knew what to say to the men that waited for them like this. It was almost like they had an instinct to just instantly calm the men down and right now, they all needed that. 

"I don't know what the fuck you even did but whatever that has to do with us right now brother...I need you here, right now. I need you here for all of us. Be safe my brother and come home to us, we need you for the times ahead,"

Creeper stood from his seat, exiting the church room as he entered the bar area. Many of the prospects from the Underground Boxing Club that Orion Byrne had been running were here now, doing errands and trying to earn a place within the club. 

This was different and for a second this was how it seemed for the club, peaceful. 

They all felt it though, a serious change was going to fall over them soon and they didn't know where it was going. Now with Estarossa in prison, they had to work with some undesirables. The Tribe had been one of the thorns in their side since Konnor had left, now this shit was even worse when people felt like Creeper wouldn't be able to lead the club as the past leaders had.

It had been a turning point for many of the club brothers, fearing that this was going to be one of the last stands for them. People were already making preparations to patch out to different charters, it was a moment where Creeper knew that he had to smarten up and there was a way to do that. He had to be ready for this new chapter in their lives, the stories that they would be living, it would all come down to the future of this club. 
 

"Hey...get out of your funk brother, you've done the best you can, with the energy that you have. Why sit there and doubt yourself? We have the strength to continue, only some of these guys out here...its a bit fucking odd and I don't know how to put it. We may have to move eventually brother, we can't sit on our hands waiting for one of these guys to come for us."

Johnny spoke with such passion for the club that it was not hard to see who he was at the heart of this. He wanted the best for his guys, the men that did their best in these times. They were the ones that reminded him of why he had joined this life, it was never about the money for him. He had found a true brotherhood here, nothing changed that now and it didn't matter who was going to be waiting for them to fall. They had this chance, nothing was ruining that now. 
 

"I know that I just wonder how others would have handled this problem. We have had this beef with the tribe for a good while, they wish for us to know that they are here and watching us. I think we need to send them a message back. I can't stand here and allow myself to be bullied!"

Creeper allowed himself this moment of anger at himself, he was keeping his guys on the defensive, they were being regarded as pussies by many of these other brothers. People who never knew them and this was it for them, their reputation was going to be shot to hell soon enough, this was going to be it. Something like this could not be allowed to happen, Marx had trusted him and then he had to deliver this, the club was at stake here and their lives were in his hands, it had to be the end, all of it came down to these moments.