Creeper knew that this shit with the Irish was going to come to a close, his mind was not focused on that anymore. Konnor could handle that business once he was back from that business, he was focusing on what called his mind here. His club was on the line, he was the acting King, the President, the one they looked to in times of need, sacrifice, and battle. 

Now he had called a meeting in the bar, many of the prospects were surprised that they were even allowed for this kind of thing. It was not all the time that the Vice-President had recognized them as a part of the brotherhood. They were the prospects, the ones who had the jobs that the other brothers didn't need doing right now. They were now standing among them like a family and this is what made them so close. 

"Alright, order you guys! Stand down and listen to what I am saying, this is not be taken lightly. All of you are here because the recent passing of Catalina Rey and the Manhattan operation, some of you may believe that this is because the tribe had something to do with it...that is not the case. That is the mob's world business, we have nothing to do with that. Only from here on out, our business in medicine and otherwise is over. We have nothing to do with it, stateside. In terms of the Cordelia Organization, I will talk with them and I will see what happens from here."

Many of the prospects looked put out at that prospect, many of them coming from New York, some of them had landed in Albany and Buffalo, others had come here, with Creeper. Knowing that the man had a relationship with the New York mob and that he could be somewhat trusted, switching up from suits to leather was something that they had trouble adjusting to but the times called for it now. 

Many of the veteran brothers believed that these New York beef heads should have gone elsewhere, travelled and seen more of the world. Only that was not going to happen, something that they recognized and they did give the prospects a hard time. Only some of them though, the men like Misaki and Rai recognized that they had been in that position before, deciding to be a bit lenient with these guys. 

"Now I need all of you to smarten up, things will be changing in the next few days. Business is going to be an all-time high, I want you on our best behaviour. Now, move out and make us proud, I'll tell you if we need anything."

The prospects nodded, heading off to do the different things that they had been doing before. This was how it was, with about ten to fifteen prospects, it would make for a very large club and something like that would be feared from state to state. Something that their enemies would no doubt be watching carefully. 

Johnny and a few others decided to come forward, sitting down at the table close to the bar as a few prospects walked by, handing them a few drinks. They knew it would be some time before they were fully trusted with everything, now was just the beginning and they knew that soon, they would be patched in, they would be one of the brothers and things would be back to the way they needed to be. 

"How're things going in Ireland? We going to have him back yet?"

Misaki asked with a New York drawl in his voice, it seems that spending his time up there with the ladies had given him a bit of an accent now. Something that many of the brothers noticed, looking at him with a smirk as they knew what he got up too when he wasn't on club business. 

"He's dealing with the True Irish Supporters...he has the Belfast and Dungloe charters all set up and now they're all preparing for a sitdown with these supporters. They want guns and we have that kind of supply, they're willing to pay us a lot of cash, even if they're a known terrorist organization. They want to make sure that we understand the cause, we could make some big money from this. Konnor wants a table vote for this thing boys."

It was that serious? No one that thought that it was that serious, they thought that it had been settled but this kind of thing needed the call of the kings, something they all doubted would pass. Selling guns to some Irish terrorists, this is not what they signed up for but now without Catalina and the source of her cocaine, they would need the extra cash coming from somewhere without the Asian Clans buying some of their guns. 
 

"He's serious about this kind of thing? We've never wanted to be involved with some political movement, this is the same here fellas. We cannot allow ourselves to get caught up in this type of thing. We have to be smart and this right here, it's something else and I do not want to be apart of it. I already have a book that is focused on our lives, I do not need to add a fucking cooperator in helping a bunch of terrorist fucks."

Misaki spoke with the passion now and he was the one with the clear head. All of them would wish to pass the vote, they knew how much money it would bring in for the club and with a table like this, it was going to be a split vote. This needed to be a majority vote, something that Konnor did not wish for and now getting involved with the Irish like this. It promised to be one of the more awkward business agreements they had agreed too, now many of them wanted to make so much cash that it would turn them into a corporation, this was just that. 
 

Creeper looked at Misaki for than a single second, this was the guy that was keeping them from making a bad choice. Joel knew that this was going to be something that made or broke the club, the Irish were not forgiving and neither was the club. Two powerful organizations working together, it would allow for some big things. Money could be made and lives would be allowed to thrive under this new partnership, they wouldn't have to worry about the business with the Tribe, it could all be sorted with this one simple move. Something that would bring all of them some peace of mind, once and for all. 
 

Nicky Jones, one of the veterans of the Fallen Angels Motorcycle Club, he was one of the last few that stood by Estarossa and now watched as the club was being led down a dangerous path. One that he knew the man would never have wanted for the club, he could have called a vote of no confidence and assumed the presidency, he knew that he would have gotten the vote through. The brothers didn't show it but they were beginning to doubt the intentions of Konnor Marx, he was focusing too much on the guns and less on the brotherhood, something that brought the eyes of the Kings and many respective presidents onto him. 
 

"We do this, guys, there is no coming back. There is no more being whole and being clean, we are doing this for the sole reason of money. Estarossa wanted out because he didn't want us getting too big for our breaches, now if we stand here and decide that we want to go deep enough to support a fucking terror group, I'm going Nomad. This shit is what Esta wanted to prevent and Konnor is taking us down that line, we can't sale these guns to the Irish in Belfast...otherwise, we're going to be spending some long time in the big house."

Nicky spoke with some wisdom, placing his own two cents in as he knew that many of these young guns would want to put their lives on the line for this paycheck. He wanted out, he was one of the few that trusted the choice to turn this Arms business over to Tacoma or Albany, something that didn't land on them and this was one of the things that now happened. It was becoming about the cash, it was too much and for once, Nicky felt his age, the club has been his life for so long. He wasn't about to lose it now. 
 

Misaki looked at Nicky at that moment, he had never talked to one of the Archangels, a long-standing and founding member of the club. Nicky had been one of the few that he had agreed with him, he knew then that he had an ally in the veteran. Looking around the table, he knew that many of them would wish to make money and never think about what the Irish did with the guns. Only this would affect them as well, how exactly would the Irish even get the guns without a supply like the angels?

It was going to be too much and the feds would know that Konnor had been to Belfast, it would lead straight to them and they would all have a new charter. A peal of bitter laughter escaped Misaki and Nicky, knowing that it would take some time for them to see it their way. They either would see the move that would bite them in the ass sooner or later, they knew their stance but it was now the others that had to get this right. 

"Come on, kid, come with me. Have to make a run to the warehouse, see how Luara is doing with the adult studio. Make sure that we have it correct, leave these guys to think. We'll be back soon, just remember guys, this makes or breaks the club."

Nicky and Misaki walked away, leaving their brothers to discuss the business that had been nothing but a curse on them. They hoped that their brothers would be able to see this, they needed to pass it over. The charter of Philadelphia would not deal in guns, this was what Estarossa wanted and they were going to make sure that he got his wish...

South Philly, Angelic Productions 

"They can't be serious brother, this business is going to eat us inside out. The guns, the drugs, all of it is going to be a fucking shitshow. We need to make sure that they right this wrong, Esta would not have wanted this and they have to try and justify it...why did Konnor switch so easily? He voted yes on the fucking guns being given to Tacoma, this shit...it was too much."

Misaki spoke with that fire and passion once again, something that Nicky liked, the kid had the balls to lead a club in the future. Not everybody had that and not everybody was made for it and here this kid was. He was made for leadership, he was ready to be one of those brothers that they looked at in times of sacrifice, but it wasn't easy to wear the crown and it is harder to keep it. Decisions would have to be made and for that moment, Nicky wondered in his thoughts, what decisions Konnor had made for the better of the club?

"Leave it Misa, Konnor has done what he thought was best for the club at the time. He had so much going on, the business with Catalina Rey and then the cash coming in from the Cordelia for our pats in their own empire. We had the guns settled, everything was fine until it was not. Now he makes some choices that are not the best for this club, I am willing to call him out on this brother. So are you, now it is time for them to do the same, this life leads you on some paths, it is your choice whether or not to see it that way."

Misaki knew that this unlikely alliance between him and Nicky came from the vote that was hours away now. Only now they knew that they could not let this vote even see the light of day, this Irish crew or organization, whatever way they were going to try and dress it up would bring death and destruction to all of them. It was going to be a brutal time for the club, one vote was all it would take and then their fates would be decided. 

Nicky heard a cough come from beside them and notice Laura Harland. The direction and owner of Angelic Productions, the name of their studio. Things would begin pretty soon and then nothing would be hidden, all of it would come out and so things would take one of the biggest turns in their careers. Hopefully, it would be one where their brothers were not burned to a crisp due to a war that had nothing to do with them and was across in an ocean, something that had Nicky already wondering why Konnor brought it to the table anyway. 

"We have some guys out front Nicky, say they know you and wanted to talk about the studio's future. They were wearing your colours as well, think his name was Deric..."

Deric...President of the Buffalo Charter, what the fuck was he doing out here? He walked outside, Misaki didn't even need to be told, tagging along anyway as he wondered why a brother club was here in the city of brotherly love of all things. Something that they never got a call about either, this was very suspicious. 

As Nicky made his way outside, he saw that Deric wasn't alone, he had brought a few of his boys with him. Some of them that he recognized, Bully and Tony, along with a few other prospects that looked at him in respect. Nicky walked over, showing the charter president the respect that he had earned by wearing that patch for so long. Something that not many brothers did a lot. Some left the club and others were dead or in jail, being apart of the big house and providing protection for brothers or allies on the inside. 

"Deric, what's the news? What brought you all the way out here? I haven't heard any new-"

"Tribe hit Givern, blew up his clubhouse....happened a few days ago, the Tribe hit us brother and Givern died as a result. The Albany chapter of the Fallen Angels is in ruins, we thought that they wouldn't hit us this soon but we were wrong and now a King paid the price for this. We need Konnor here, I don't give a fuck where he's at with the Irish, we know he patched them over! We need him here because Galen is heading up to the New York...the Tribe are going to burn, every single charter...not one of them will be left alive."

When a brother you know is killed, something changes in you, it all becomes different. When this life takes so many from you, it becomes like a dream sequence...you try to claw and find something to hold onto, a single piece of hope, like a cord, a lifeline, something that can give you the light back. Only it never works, you find yourself sinking beneath the clawing bastards of men and you find yourself becoming one of them...a monster in every sense of the world. A president, a patch, a prospect. It does not matter the title that you have. It only matters what you can and will become, this is where it all changes, the war for the last club...

The Tribe were brutes, men who decided to become the monsters. Presidents and Leaders were supposed to be symbols of hope, men who would die for their clubs and make sure that they saw it through this time. That is what Estarossa did, he sacrificed his own freedom for the club. When the pressure got too much, he found a way to keep going for what he built and no one had the balls to doubt him. They knew what he had done for them, he built them a place to call home from nothing and became a recognized figure within this life. Now he was in prison, he was one of the members in the big house, a President, a man with so much knowledge and renown about this life, it became something else and this is where they were now. 

"Creeper...we have to do this, no votes or anything..A King was murdered in cold blood and now the fucking killers are chilling in Ohio, believing they dealt us a big blow and we have the guns ready. Say the word, Konnor ain't getting back and we need to deal with the situation at home. I don't give a fuck who I have to grease or kill, I want the fucking head of Ramirez, nothing else makes this right, he ain't no fucking Hydra...those mooks are nothing without him. Let me do this, let me take his head clean off his shoulders and we can end this war right now!"

Nicky was the angriest out of everyone, he had known Givern. He was his sponsor back in the day, back when Mael had called a meeting in Canada and he became the new president of what had become the Heavenly Host. Everyone had been watchful of the motherfucker, he was an unknown and then came Givern and Galen, the brothers who would become his family. They didn't allow him to stray into the bad crowds and now that he was dead, he deserved justice, vengeance, blood must be spilt for what happened in New York. 

Everyone knew it, Nicky was not going to wait for a fucking answer. He was going to get one himself, he was a monster, someone that when unleashed was a terrifying member of the club. Now, these bastards had awoken the monster from a slumber. Not everyone had the balls to do this and nowhere was someone with enough balls to do it, Ramirez was challenging this club, he always has been and now he would get an answer that many of the brothers wished to reply in blood!
 

"You think I like this!? I don't fucking like this...they came into our territory and took the life of one of our brothers. That needs to be answered and it will be. Only Philadelphia makes this right, not New York or Nevada or California or Washington or Michigan or Illinois. We are going to handle this and we are going to get justice for Givern and the men that we lost."

Nicky stared long and hard at Creeper for a moment, it was not a vote, something that didn't even need to be put to a vote. This was a tense situation and the matter of the Irish Supporters was put on the backburner, their club had been attacked and now it was...different. There was only a single King in this time of need, Konnor would not make it, even though he was on the first flight back home. This matter called for something more, it called for the end of the Tribe. 

All of them could see that Creeper was hurting. He had known Givvy as well and to have to bury him after losing Jury, it was not fucking easy. This is what they all suffered now, they lost a National President, a king and brothers. What else did fate intend for them to lose? More brothers? People he called family as well? Is that what it took, no! Creeper wouldn't allow that to happen and he knew that he would do everything to protect these guys, they were his family, they were his men and they all looked to him. 

"Stand down and collect the guns from the Irish, I want them accounted for. I want ballistic vests and I want to be sure that we have something to keep our minds sharp. If we focus on blind vengeance, we are animals, we are nothing more than what the stories will paint us. We have to be better and we will be, I want you all to go about your business and I want to be sure that no one is going to be brazen enough to assault us."

And it was here that many of the men recognized Creeper as a leader, he had his problems before. Many of them knew that he didn't know whether to go on the assault with the Tribe and here he was being smart about it. Methodical and he had to be sure that he could keep his men safe, not all of them would die and if he had his way, none of them would. What happened next would be the beginning of the very bloodshed that Estarossa wanted out of. 

Philadelphia Prison 

"What the fuck is going on Ricky? I've been told by a bunch of the Italians that the tribe attacked...how the fuck did that happen?"

Ricardo Viosa, former Hitman for the Heavenly Host MC and now Muscle on the inside for his brothers. He was the close Right-Hand of Esta's Heroin operation that he had going on with the guards and the Italians, it made him untouchable and some of the guys that wished to make a name at his expenses, they learned the hard way to not mess with him. 

"Turns out shit hit the fan when you went inside, Konnor backed off the guns and a lot of other shit. He decided to move the guns to the Irish and patched over some Dungloe and Belfast clubs. He's apparently looking to sell with some group known as the T.R.S, an extremist group who pay a lot of cash for that kind of machinery. Now that the club has it...Daveth wants in."

Estarossa nodded, he knew Konnor and the man was something else. He liked to appear the brute but he knew that Konnor had smarts. Plus the man always kept his guard up, something that he doubted, especially around some lass in New York. Now to hear these things, it wasn't Konnor and now he wanted to make sure that he could at least protect him from the inside. He could make a few calls and call in a few favours, these Tribe fuckers wouldn't mess with his club.

"Can you get me in contact with Tully? I want to send a message, let people know that I still have some sway on the outside. If the club is going to war, I have a duty to make sure that they're going to war with the right backup and people. There is a reason why I wanted out of the arms business, after all, also arrange a meeting. Between myself and Konnor, I wanna speak to Goliath."

Ricardo nodded and motioned with his hand to a few of the guards, they nodded, heading in a completely opposite direction before Ricardo himself walked off. Leaving Estarossa with a few Italian guys playing a few games of cards behind him, a few Irishman watched him. Seemingly knowing what had happened up north, they didn't even know how to react to him, yet. He was already finding this situation a bit too interesting for his tastes. 

"We got it set up. He'll meet you in a good few minutes, he's taking care of his own business. Apparently one of his own guys has decided to branch out to Vegas, a new crew, not what they needed right now. He'll be here soon though."

Tully was something alright, one of the Jewish Shot Callers, someone who made it right for the guys inside. He was a fixer, he and Estarossa worked a lot together with his first year inside and they came to an understanding. The Jewish and Italian gangs inside had entered a bit of an alliance, allowing for an easier time on the inside for said gangs.

People cleared the way soon enough of Rosenberg Tully made his way towards the Italian side of the yard, something that people would have stopped him from doing. Only they knew of the alliance between the gangs, it was a good thing for all of them and it made them some money. The Heroin operation for all of them on the inside, it was better than most things and right now, it was a sure thing. 

Tully sat down opposite Estarossa, knowing that he was waiting for him to speak on the matter. Only Estarossa didn't speak yet, his eyes were soft for a second and he found himself wondering what was going on. He sighed to himself, deciding to keep himself on the safe side of this bullshit. Something happened with his guys and he was not even there to help, none of them had contacted him. A lot of that had happened, the only to contact him had been Givern and Galen, he had not received any call in a week.

"You belled Esta? I didn't know that collection was this early or did you need a favour?"

Rosie Tully was someone that would seem like one of the nervous and shit-talking guys of the Jewish Gangs, except he was not. He was a man that radiated power like a godfather, no one would be able to tell him different. He was going to be moving up in the world soon enough, with his connections, it would seem like he was running the joint in the next few years and something like that would be incredible for a lot of people who had alliances with him.

Of course, the Pavanno Family having such an interest with the Jewish guys was not because of this. They had once been close friends due to the relationship that Charles Peterson fostered with Dutch Rulie, a gangster from Albany, who rose up to become one of the most powerful mob bosses of all time. He had allowed Charlie and his gang a slice of his own profits, his own gambling rackets spread out through New York as Charlie allowed Dutch his own slice in the drug game. 

It worked for them and it allowed for many other gangs to follow suit, trying to foster the same relationship that the Italian and Jewish bosses had inspired, it changed for a while as Charlie and Dutch died, leaving their seats empty for the next few bosses who had fostered the same relationship only it was not as meaningful and soon broke off. Only not due to war but other avenues opening up, the door was left open for the Italians and the Jewish to come back and do business once again.

"I hear my guys are at war on the outside, I would like to know who, I can't just sit here and let them think that going to war is the right thing to do. I can't have them lose everything that they have worked for. It's not right and it is certainly not fair. They need help and I am willing to break the bank for them, they need help and I will come like a guardian angel of war for them, that is what I will do."

Rosie knew that the war had broken out in Philly, the news from New York had told him of that much, he shrugged his shoulders and knew that he should tell him what happened. It would most likely fuel his own fire for the war, something that Rosie wanted, the man needed to find something to cling onto, like a hope that he would not be alone and here he was now. It was not going to happen, he was going to be better, this was not the way it needed to happen but it was the only way they had. 

Rosie leaned forward, taking a cigarette from his pocket as he set it alight. He wasn't as connected as Estarossa was in here but he got by, still, if he ever needed anything, it called to have the Italian on his side in case the guards wanted to try and get smart with him. Not that any of them had the balls to do that anyway, it wouldn't end well for them in the first place and they learnt that it was not going to be something that they kept doing. 

"I hear the news as well, my friend. I know what's happened, do you? I could give you the news and say that I am truly sorry this has befallen you. I learned that Givern was killed on the orders of Ramirez, he's started the war that you feared and now many of your brothers wish for revenge in his name."

Estarossa narrowed his eyes, he could have tried to hide the hurt that he felt. Only he wasn't like his father, not anymore. Something had happened and he was not there to protect his boys, now he needed to be out of here, he was going to call in a few favours. He had remained inside because he was scared, his arms charges would have dropped with ease, a few calls here and another few there and he would be out. All he had to do was get in contact with a few people, maybe it was going to happen soon. 

"What happened to his club? I heard the news that he was a King, that kind of shit is not something my guys are going to take sitting down. This shit, it's going to be something that rocks them to the core. I have to be there, I have to be ready to help them for what comes next, they can't withstand his strength alone. This kind of battle...it's going to involve so many powers, so many people, so many bodies, and so many bullets will fly before the month is done.."

Estarossa was staring off into the distance, his eyes were hollow, recalling the moments when he had gone to war with his father. Only he knew the difference then, it was not something that the club would be able to handle this scale. They were small-time, they were barely in the top ten and now they were going to war with the tribe, there had been a reason why Esta had not yet attacked Ramirez and it seems that his boys would find out why soon enough. 

"You don't have faith in your crew? Have faith they will win what is to come, even without you there, you're not a God, even you have your moments. You have to accept that they will win what is to come."

Estarossa knew that Tully did not know what Ramirez was capable of doing and his guys didn't either, there was something beneath that man, something that was not at all human. The way he operated, it was not for the interest of his club. It was for his alone and his men followed him regardless, that type of man was the difference-maker, those type of men had everything to lose and everything to gain. 

Esta knew that this was going to be something different, his guys had a certain way about that. One of them had to be the smart one, they had to get outside help for what was to come. He knew that if they didn't, they would be slaughtered, they would be one of the clubs that were a stepping stool to greatness. It was time to get into this, he had to assist them, it didn't matter if they knew it was him but he had to get Ramirez's club weakened to a point. 

"I have my faith dammit, these guys, they deserve so much and now we have to do something more than this. I cannot just sit here and wait for them to achieve something that has never been done before. They need the full strength of the club, otherwise, they're just a bunch of idiots. I will call the rest, I need you to find someone Tully, anyone that is willing to work for a big payday. I have cash and tons of it, you know this. I'm going to make sure that Ramirez is bending the knee to the supreme club!"

Tully knew then and he knew it very well that there would be no rest for Estarossa until he could defend his club. Tully knew that he could find someone with ease, only the way that Estarossa was talking about this.

It was like fighting a mythical dragon of unknown power like he was trying to conquer a kingdom. Something that could be done with the right skills, protection and otherwise.

Business like this, it was something that could chew you up and right now it was showing, Esta didn't want his guys to face something that they didn't look upon. 

"I'll get ya the deal and I'll make some calls, I'll be sure to make sure it's the right one for you."

London, England - Pavanno Manor 

It had been a long time since Charlie had been home and even longer since he had seen his brother. The man that had decided to care for his grand-nephew and nice. Now it was his time to come home, he knew that this was almost out of the blue. Only he had been away from home too long and now he was here, deciding to pay a visit to family and he noticed the guards. Many of them wore the same uniform, they looked like Royal Soldiers and he knew that his brother had become a big deal. 

"Who goes there!?"

Charlie raised his arms, showing that he meant them no harm and he had walked all the way here. Only he knew that this was going to be something different from what he got usually. Even visiting his grandfather was different, they at least knew him to some extent and here they were now. The guards had walked away from their station, keeping the guns trained on him. 

"Charles Pavanno, I am here to see my brother, Joseph."

They shined a flashlight in his face and he knew that they were trying to confirm his identity, only then one of them brought out a two-way radio and started talking into it quietly. Well then, this was new for him and Charlie knew that they were taking this gig seriously, they didn't want anything to befall Joseph or his grandchildren. 

"Alright wait here, a car is coming to take you up the route to the manor. Do you have any weapons on you, sir? I suggest you leave them here while visiting Joseph."

Charlie thankfully didn't bring any weapons with him, still, they searched him. Knowing that even if he was the most honest person alive, it would take something of a different trust for them to believe that he had no bad intentions towards his own brother. It was a cruel world they lived in.

Charlie saw the car and he was thankful, noticing how three men were inside and they were all waiting for him. This wasn't going to be a good moment for him, they didn't trust him. They were drumming it into his head, had they never heard of him? Quite possibly, now as he entered, he noticed the captain of this little group guarding the way in talking into his radio once more. 

"You know, he never told us that he had a brother. Mister Pavanno has always been a bit of a secretive man and so when word comes from the bottom that one of his relatives is here, in London of all things. We took extra care to make sure that you were not an assassin, we have a job here, Pavanno. If that is your true last name."
 

A guard, he looked a bit young and a bit too serious. There was something in the way he spoke like he was protecting more than just Joey. Charlie knew of course what he was protecting, he actually appreciated that from the man. He was taking this seriously, as he should be and not slacking, he nodded his head towards the man, deciding to look elsewhere as he smiled at the scenery. 

His brother had done well for him, not as well as the world they grew up in would have given him. Only well enough, something that gave them plenty more breathing room than Joey's former life did. It was now the way he worked, it was really appreciative to see how the other life lived in such matters.

"Here we are, Jorvin, take him and make sure that Sir Pavanno is ready."

Jorvin, the younger of the two guards nodded his head and pulled out his gun as he escorted Charlie up the stairs to the door. He noticed that the so-called Charlie Pavanno had been looking around, seemingly shocked at what he was seeing. Deciding to shrug that away, he opened the door and immediately they both noticed the young two-year-old baby. 

"Salvatore...."

And like that Jorvin knew that this man was who he said he was, a Pavanno and the baby turned his head to him and they stared at one another for a long while before Sal reached out, seemingly wanting to be lifted by the man and Charlie did so. Taking the baby and smiling at him with such joy that it was almost easy to tell that he loved this baby.

"Hello, I'm your grandfather, Chucky."

And it was then the little baby looked at him, Charlie laughed a little. Finding it amazing that the legacy of this family still loved on, nothing changed that and here he was, Salvatore Pavanno. He carried him inside what looked to be a living room, sitting down on one of the couches as he continued to play with Sal, smiling at him as he noticed that gleam in his eyes. 

"First time seeing him?"

Charlie turned his head and noticed his brother, Joey. He smiled at him as he sat down opposite him, both brothers seemed to be taken by the child whose legacy would follow him. He inherited all of their enemies and hopefully, the best of their qualities as well. This was only something that Charlie hoped while his brother was hoping for something different. 

"Yeah, I've been a bit busy, business in Mexico and hits placed on me. I finally escaped that life and opted to come back here than return to the states. I hear a lot of shit has changed, like my son changing his name and deciding to keep his children here. Under constant guard, he's a smart man and now he's in jail...how nice of him to follow in my footsteps."

Charlie sighed, knowing that he had not done his best by his son. Only staring at this child now, Salvatore Pavanno, only then he heard another gurgle and looked over to see a girl, the same age as her brother walking towards him. For a second, he could see the features of his son and then that of Francesca Maldonado, she was a pretty girl that one. His son had been lucky and he squandered that away, something they both knew. 

"Oh, I know that you have busy brother, something that I have kept tabs on for a while now. I know that you went to Mexico to have a break from all of this. I blame Father and Mother for this, they forced this upon me and then I went out there, trying to make myself seem like I was something to the family name. All I did was start a war, maybe I could find something and give to Michael. He needs it."

Charlie knew that his son was more close with his uncle and for that, he didn't really mind when Joey had spoken of him in such tones. It was better for him that way, now he decided to come back and be apart of his grandchildren's lives, he had enough cash that he had announced his retirement from the life and decided to spend time with his family. 

Joey thought differently though, his brother always had a plan and arriving here, unannounced, something wasn't right and even now. All the Pavanno's were somewhere in the world, this is where they were left now. The business that they had once dominated had fallen on them, they were not all-powerful anymore and had become something of outcasts, and here they were, the last Pavanno's in the world. 

"Well, now we stay out of that, heh? We focus on these little ones, our legacy. The ones that we have to raise differently from our own upbringing, wouldn't you agree, brother?"

And soon it connected, Joey watched Charlie for a moment and he knew that the reason why his brother was so interested 
Salvatore and Lilly, Legacies of the Pavanno Family bloodline. They were the ones that they had to look too, they had to do better with them and maybe they could. Maybe this is where it all became different, oh how things could turn around with this and maybe his brother would be smart. 

Joey nodded, calling one of the servers for a meal as he was a bit hungry and he did decide that if his brother was going to be here long term than maybe it would not be a bad idea. Only he would set it right, Salvatore and Lilly would not be the ones to become pawns in his game, this was different and no one knew what Michael wanted for his children. All he did was send them away from America, maybe they would be able to stay here. Away from the chaotic and toxicity that was the criminal underworld 
 

Old City District, Fallen Angels Clubhouse. 
Three Weeks Later 

In the time since the members of the Fallen Angels had declared war upon the Tribe, many things had happened. Bombings, MCs declaring for two of the biggest MCs around....it was an all-out war and the West and East Coast were all called into it. Many members of Jewish Gangs had assisted with the Fallen Angels, it had come at a good time, a man by the name of Alfie Solomons had come to their aid and it turned out that it had shoved the Tribe back some, driving them back to Ohio for a time. 

Only then came more attacks, The Tribe had got brave, they had started sending wave after wave. Warehouses, clubhouses, prospects, and members were soon all targeted and it was shown. It was a gangland war, and no one was safe. Not even members of the Honoured Society who had only conducted business on their own and soon they were dragged into the war for a time, only an unknown force had decided to pull them back, letting the bikers handle their own problems. 

Many of the Philadelphia Chapter brothers were reminded of what happened in Canada, fighting with Catalina Rey and Orion Byrne, it had come at the cost of Jury Whit. A man who had been one of the greatest acting presidents for a time like that, it had been one of the greatest moments for them as a club. They had achieved so much and now here they were, in a war for power and they were the ones being assaulted. 

Ramirez had been on lockdown, protected within the confines of his clubhouse and when he was not there, he had been in a convoy with his boys. Protected in an armoured vehicle and it was something that the Angels knew they couldn't touch without damaging the streets, it was a high cost but many people had already suffered at his hands. 

The Angels had suffered during this war more than anyone else, it had become clear that no one would be sage. Not even anyone closely connected with the Fallen Angels and they had to protect their own, so the club went on lockdown. Under the protection of Konnor Marx, many of the brothers looked at him for the answer and this time, he gave it without anything else holding him back. 

Only then they wondered, would he bring the broad from Chicago that they had seen him hanging around. It was not going to be this simple, everyone connected them had to be protected and she was the one that would be something of a loose connection Only Konnor never brought her, he was relying on her connections back in Chicago to keep her safe and if not, they all knew that it would not be one before their president went on a road down to the Windy City, he made sure that Kip was keeping an eye on her at the very least. 

And now this is where all the brothers were, gathered around the table, Konnor led the meeting and this time he knew that he was being watched for what he was going to decide, where his vote was going to land and this one time, he was ready for the shit to land on his own back. He had to make sure that they were strong enough to survive this, this was where he was, they were his guys, they were his brothers and nothing changed that, he would kill for them and nothing changed here. 

"Tacoma is whole, so is Seattle Proper. Nevada, Michigan, Illinois. Some attacks on outlying charters and bombs but otherwise, we've had a good week for the club thus far. I have to wonder what they're planning, people are saying that they're allying with the Asians and some of the Firm."

Misaki spoke, being the intelligence officer, he had some connections and this what he was doing, giving the information that his guys needed. He shrugged his shoulders, noticing that Konnor was looking at him, hoping for more.

"Besides that, we've got some news from the inside. It seems Estarossa has organized something for us, a few members in the honoured pooled together some cash and some high-ranking members of the Tribe were arrested on charges of dealing Cocaine, Heroin, and Meth."

Konnor smiled, his brother only had a short while before he got out and then he wondered which seat he would be given. Some of them didn't like that he had taken the seat. Many of them backed him with his own votes on the club, now seeing what the guns and drugs were doing to them as a whole, even Konnor knew that the guns were going down a bad path as of late. 

"Alright, I talked to Carson City, Rowen noted that Amell, Bishop, and Anders pulled together. They wiped out The Tribe in the West Coast, only a few charters remain and that is what we will have to be dealing with for a few moments. Other than that, we've suffered fewer hits this month than the last few. I'd say that having our Prez back has put some good morale in the hearts of our prospects..."

Many of the brothers whistled, slamming their hands on the table with smiles on their faces. They knew that they needed this, for now, it took their moments off of the war and it made them happy.

"I'm glad to be home brothers, where I belong. Now in the coming weeks, I want all of us focused on the protection of the innocent people, I know we should be focused on ending the threat to our borders but for right now, they'll be licking their wounds and we should be on the mend as well. Many brothers lost their lives, I want all of us to be alert, today is not the day we lose more of our brothers to these fuckers. Dismissed."