Misaki spoke softly as he drives forward, this one seemed to be a bit different. At the table, he was controlled, almost robotic. Here he was acting a little more like himself, a man who was nervous. Wondering if his mother was right about this life, maybe he had chosen wrong here. This life was pulling him in another direction, only now, this action, it wasn’t for himself, it was not selfish. It was for the club, the family he had now and the people who would be ready to shed blood for him. 

Goren did nothing, he did not feel the same way that Misa was feeling. He could see that his long-time friend and brother was already trying to see the reason behind this. Only the two of them had, they knew that the moment Darko had run from them. They had barely made a move and already, he was trying to dive back away. The war was on and all of them were on alert, they knew that the Irish and Russians were after them, wartime was not a good time and right now, it was the time for Darko Putlova. 

They had arrived at the warehouse, setting it up and set Darko down in a chair. He was already waking up, looking at the three of them would mocking smirks. As if he was going to somehow get out of this. Only they knew he wouldn’t be, it was false confidence, he was shaken and now he was going to be reaching his limits. 

“Darko, you know why this is happening. Your sister has been causing us some fucking problems. I have a few things to say about that, only the club had decided to be a little lenient. You tell us what you know and then we can move forward, you can go, trust me. You have my word.”

Darko knew that was a cold lie, he tilted his head to the side. If that was the case, they would have approached in daylight. No, he was going to be dying here, his sister had been a fool, believing that she could play the game and keep the family safe.

“We both know that you’re spouting bullshit Misaki. You’re going to kill me, you just want to justify to yourself. My sister may have been idiotic in her ploy to ally with the True Irish Supporters, it doesn’t mean you’ve won...no...no...this is just getting started and we are making sure that you are going to be the losers in this battle. Even if I die, you angels are going to know the meaning of pain, soon enough. We all have our different moves, this one, while a surprise, effects nothing.”
 

And so it began, the systematic torture and information gathering. Something that only two members had managed to suppress while the other struggled. Trying to find somewhere to place this new style of the club, something they knew about already. Only hearing and witnessing were two different things and here it was with him, now he had to get right with this.

Misaki was the one who could see this was wrong, his brothers saw nothing wrong with it, they knew that this was what needed to be done. Their brother, Misa, needed to get right with this program. The same would be done to them in the hands of the brutish Irish thugs, their system was different from theirs. Now they were on the offensive, every charter was on alert and on lockdown, business like this, it needed to happen. 

“Darko! Fess up man, your sister has committed crimes against the angels, you know this. You wouldn’t have run otherwise. I don’t want to do this any longer than I have to do this, only you won’t give the information we need, it continues. I would like for you to get the fuck out of here, I would like for the information, anything.”

Goren spoke, the calm one among them. He was calm, he was something truly terrifying. He didn’t seem all that bothered by the blood, now he was the one that made sure that they took this path. They needed to prove to the club that they could handle the other side of this business when shit got bloody, the angels got to work. 

Darko spat at his feet, a sign of defiance, he still had something in him. Now Goren knew the Russians were a tough stock but this type of shit was insane, even for people like them. Now it was time to get right with the program, to see what could be done and to see how he had to adjust this little torture for the fucker. He decided to grab a wrench, what happened next would make a federal officer lose his dinner.

“Darko...I’m not going to tell you again, where the fuck is as stronghold, manor, house, safehouse...I Don’t Give A Fuck! You’re going to tell us and you are going to tell us right now or when your guts are spilling out onto the floor, it’s time to get right with this boy. We need names.”

Darko Putlova looked up into those cold steel eyes of Goren, the one that had the stomach for this and it was time to put this little fucker to rest. Darko knew that he couldn’t take anymore, it had been so long and it was not his fuckup. It was his sister’s and he knew that was time to change. No, his family would not suffer for his sister, he decided that long ago. 

He knew of some things, his guys were thinking of working for her now and that was not something that he could allow. The angels were not known to be nice to their presumed enemies, right now, he was exhibit fucking A of that fact and he was not going to be an example either. Now was the time to give up, he knew that already!

“A stronghold, a few high-level guys are stationed in Buffalo, they want to make another move, says that it’s going to be a good bonfire night. That’s all I know, that is all she told me. I don’t know where to go from here.”

Goren and Rai looked at one another, it was some good shit. That is the type of thing that would need to be taken to the club and they all knew that. The two of them turned around to look at their other brother who was oddly silent. Almost like he didn’t want to take part in this type of thing, now it was clear. He seemed a bit pale like he still didn’t believe they were doing this type of thing. 

“You alright there? As I said, it’s done and now you’re free Darko…”

Misaki nodded and removed his piece from his leather pocket, aiming the gun at Darko’s dome and time seemed to still for a moment before Misa pulled the hammer back and echoing bang that vibrated off the walls was heard from the three brothers as they stood there, looking at the slumped form of Darko Putlova, the first piece in this war had been removed from the board and the angels now stood tall for a moment, all wondering when that attack on Buffalo was going to take place….

New York, Brooklyn - Fallen Angels Clubhouse

When the three boys had come back from their assignment, they were greeted by some women, all of them had an angel wings tattoo between their breasts. Showing exactly where their alliances were, they were women of the club, each of them with a member of the club. One even belonging to the Vice-President, Joel Taza, who hugged his Old-Lady with a grin. 

Everyone had a woman on their arm, well everyone besides Konnor who sat at a table, drinking some beer as he spoke with a few club presidents. Some of them coming from Peoria, Dearborn, and Detroit. It was the time for this club to go to war and some of the charters had come up to support their new brothers in Brooklyn. 

“Everyone has the stock available...the Irish and Russians won’t know what hit ‘em. We got the call from Misa and Rai. They want to blow up Buffalo, the club there and we put them on alert, guards stationed and some brother clubs rode up from Niagara Falls, Rochester, and Yonkers. Some of them seem to be itching for the guns now, others want a patch over. It seems the wings of an angel still have some desire to them, even after all we’ve suffered.”

Hector, President of the Dearborn Charter of Angels. He was now one of the longest-reigning Presidents in that charter’s history. He was now the voice of reason within the club, some even believing that he was going to be next king for the club. Knowing that it had been some time since a Michigan King had risen in the Angels. 

Konnor spoke with him like a friend, Hector was the one that had brought this far. It would have been nothing without this man. Even during some of the times where Konnor had lost his way, this man, all the way in Dearborn had found him and decided that he was worth giving some advice too. 

“That’s good, it means the club still has strength. Now there is the matter of a long-standing brother club, the Angels of Death. They’ve been waiting for a whole year now, we’ve got them ready and many of them are saying that it would be better for them to go into Philly. Let that be their charter, nowhere else needs a presence, some Presidents voiced their opinions and said it’s the better option instead of having no charter where we once grew.”

Konnor knew that some of the brothers here would say no to it, only it was a President decision. Many of them would pass this through, to make people know that this club still had someone there, keeping an eye on things and making sure that no one got a bit brave. He nodded his head, deciding that he would put it to a vote...Hayes would become Charter-President of Philadelphia. 

“I get that and I’m open to it, give my vote as a yes and you will be my proxy. I have to handle this Irish shit and make sure that Belfast and Dungloe are ready for what needs to happen. This war is going to be quick and fast. I’m not going to give these guys a different reason for this, I’m going to be the one to hit them first and with our northern brethren...it’s better that way.”

Hector nodded and looked over at the younger brothers, enjoying their ladies and their booze. It was time for partying and celebrating. Something that Konnor wasn’t doing, something held him back and Hector would have been a fool not to notice. Their war was going to be starting, it was one final time for this all. Now it needed to happen, this shit needed to be right for all of this. The business end of this life, it all became too much sometimes and one would need to forget all of this. 

Hector knew that Konnor had some broad in Chicago, this business with her, he seemed to be ready to ride their overnight just to spend a single moment before the war would drag him back and The Life would once more become difficult, he would have to focus in the correct way.

“Brother, you just going to sit there and stare or are you going to make sure that you enjoy this night….one last time?”

Konnor chuckled, that wouldn’t be his way, no. If he wanted something like, he would go to Chicago and that was not something possible right. His life had taken him in a different direction than the rest of these guys, he was just here for the good times and when the partying starting, he knew that many of them sought out the King, the one hosting the party, the one that led these group of brothers into the hardships of this life and one thing or a few things could take it away. One was drinking and another was sex, something that was happening in the rooms of many of these men by now. 

It was not his time, it was not for the lack of trying or lack of women that were looking at him with lustful, looking positively delectable to many of the other brothers, only he knew that look was only good for one person on him. He was not like these other brothers of his, he had his Old-Lady and that is the way he would be sticking with. 

“Yeah I am, you’re welcome to go, brother. I’m sure Rita will love to hear the story of how you worked with some pornstar Covergirl, eh?”

Oh, it was official, the Angels had their Angelic Productions Company up and running, many of them were ecstatic, believing that the legitimate means could pull in a good profit. Plus subscriptions and private shows, it allowed for the club to earn almost double in what they had for Gun-Running. If it matched the Cocaine and Gun-Running combine, that had yet to be seen and probably wouldn’t be seen with this club. 

Only many of the brothers were happy. It allowed them a breath of fresh air from the F.B.I and a few of them were not ready for what happened with Estarossa. Now he had done what was necessary, his porn business was seen through and many of them now were ready to see some good things come in for them. Profits and many other things, the angels were now involved with scantily clad girls and the works. 

“Oh she knows about it and my balls are in a vice grip brother. Only some of us know where our loyalties are laying, with our club and with our women. The brotherhood, it’s all here and now we have to enter this new era with a big-time business at our backs. These guns, while good for us have proven to weaken us as a whole. Mendoza, Miano, Samael, Pack, Estarossa, Jury, and many others. We have lost many people, even before we had this business. Only now I wonder, have we upset something? Our brotherhood wasn’t about guns and money before.”

Konnor nodded his head, he knew that Hector had some plans for the club. He and Estarossa had always spoken about the gun business, how it changed this club and how it would have been better for them to go into something else. Only nothing happened to them now, a few disgruntled gangs and two wars that started from two greedy fucks, who were going to be meeting their ends soon enough. 

Konnor could see it, though, these guns had been something else. They had been the cause of some of the clubs bad luck. The deaths that had come from it, well, it was obvious and some people didn’t wish to see it, his brothers who had been in love with the gun-running business had been something else. Now he had to wonder, had the business blinded some of them to the brotherhood?

No, he knew that couldn’t be true, these men had hugged him and wished for the best with him. Nothing was ever wrong with that and now he had to bring these brothers on the right path, he had to give them the best as their leader and President, he led them into the trenches and he would be there for them. 

“I know and this is what we are now, we are a brotherhood still. We have so many soldiers and men, who were here for the cash but are staying for the men who are going to be there for them. This a family, some people won’t see it that way. They will wish to tear us apart, only they can fucking try and they will fucking lose! We are the Angels of the Fall, we are ready to face what other comes for us brother. I know that much.”

Many of the brothers who had partied and drunk so much that they probably felt like they belonged in the hospital, now this shit happened again. It was almost a bloody miracle that they made it to the table, something that Konnor could see with a smirk that was lighting his features like a bastard. He was enjoying this, he hadn’t drunk much and was calm, enjoying himself as he calmly sat in his head chair, watching all of them.

“Brothers, it’s good to see you all here and on time. I expected some late comers but here we are, all sitting at the table, prepared for what is to come and for that I thank you all. What happens next is the systematic destruction of the True Irish Supporters and The Putlova Organization. Darko Putlova was removed, his death has come at a cost, he was the financial support. People respected him and without him, there will be no cash for them and that makes this, all the sweeter.”

Many of them nodded, they knew this already. Darko was a good man for the club when he had his mind right, only he was warped by his sister and now he was dead, playing for the wrong team did that for some guys.

“Our three brothers did that, they’ve gone from boys to men, a fucking good team of people. I know that much. Before I would have doubted them, I am not going to pull anything back. Only I am glad that I have been proven wrong, they’re originals now. They’ve earned the right to be called that, welcome to the club boys,”

And so Creeper had stood from his seat, handing Goren, Rai, and Misaki each an Original Patch and they had earned it. They spilt blood for the club, they were going to be rewarded in that regard. 

Many of the brothers that sat at the table now were okay with the progress these guys had made. They were once boys and here they were as fully grown members of the club. Everyone had watched their progress, it was not something that happened overnight with no problems. They had their issues, everyone could tell. Misaki had not been blind, nor had his brothers, he just didn't want to believe what they had done and he had to get right with that, they could see that he was doing that just now and they would respect him for not bottling it up. 

Goren and Rai, they had their weaknesses as well, they had no families and so they had devoted their times here. These men and women were their families, that had not been noticed for a while but now it was. The brothers could not help but notice the blind devotion these men had, they did not question actions, nor did they wish too. They had fought together and seen this kind of devotion, up close, it's something that one would not expect from men like them, they had joined on a whim and yet they were supportive through it all. 

"Thank you boys, thank you Konnor. Means a lot to receive this patch from you all, we gave you the news yesterday. Before his removal, Darko did reveal some things about what they were planning. It does seem like, The Tribe and Irish-Russian Alliance worked together for a time. Something that now puts us at a clear disadvantage unless one of them is handled soon enough..."

Goren spoke, his voice, clear. There was something there, now he wondered if this is all it had to be in that moment. Only he knew that the eyes of the brothers were now on him. He had never really spoken at the table before, deciding to simply watch and allow Misa to take the lead. With their group of brothers, everyone just assumed that Misa was the leader, the one that had led them in the correct ways to vote and decide their own fates. Only they were their own men, they were not controlled by anybody and it was time some people learned that before a harsh fate befell them. 

"Darko has said that the bomb would be placed in Buffalo, we know this and have alerted the brothers there. We have to make sure that we are prepared to ride up there and protect them. This cannot be a Buffalo only beef, the brother clubs there, they want our patch. Is that going to happen, Prez? We need the club on open load, spreading our influence, we haven't done that since. And only now are we patching over our brother angels.

When the A.O.D had been announced that they were getting patched over, many of the brothers had cheered. Knowing that finally Hayes was going to wear the Grey Wings and become one of them, officially. Being made the Philly Charter president was also something, people did not expect that but now it was possible and with it being one of the things that Estarossa had wanted for all of them. It had been a good thing for them as the Presidents to do for the man inside, who was coming out, very soon.

Now Konnor sat there at the table with a palm on his chin before deciding that this was going to be how it worked and how he worked as a President. The patch over clubs had not shown promise yet, some of them assisted for the gun trade and others because of the infamy behind the angel wings. None of them was showing what he really wanted, now it was something because the Angels were in this business for the brotherhood. Like other clubs, they started because of the lack of brotherhood they now felt from being in this era of time. Now it was time to change.

Konnor had even conferred with Creeper and Grim, they had both agreed with him to an extent. They understood his requirements but they showed it either way, even when they didn't know they were being watched by Konnor. They had that brotherhood, nothing got by it and now they were using that in different ways, it was different but obviously there and ready for the correct things to take place. 

"It's going to happen, these fuckers are going to be made sure of what we can do to them. Now, these charters in other states and countries. We get requests all the time, people want to be of this club. They want to carry our name, they want to carry our reputation on their backs. What we have done and what we will do, does not come cheap and is not at the drop of a hand or a dime. We are deciding the future of this club each time we allow a patch to sit at this table and to sit on the map of where our charters are based. We've made moves because it was best for business but now we have to make moves that are correct for the club as a whole."

Konnor spoke boldly, no one was going to question him. He was leading them into this new era and they had liked him for the job, he was not going to leave them with people that didn't know what the brotherhood was about, he was now one of the guys that would look out for the club and not for himself. Many of the brothers, especially the veterans had seen that he was different and sometimes in a bad light when he reneged on the guns being traded to one of the other charters. 

Now they saw him for all that he was and all that he could be. He was a man that was looking out for all of them, nothing held him back from that goal of becoming one of the few Presidents to look out for the club's future and not their own. Konnor may have started out as a bit sketchy but here he was, now one of the brothers that were ready to give his life for the club. It had been decided, Konnor Marx was a true brother. Not one that would be forgotten in the blink of an eye and that was the whole damn truth for the F.A.M.C Mother Charter. 

"Now that we know that business is done with, the charters can wait for now. They will need time to smarten up with our enemies at each of our gates, this business is going to be long and steady for all of us. In other news, we have some expansion into Chicago going on, the Angelic Productions studios over there are coming round. We have some surefire people that are ready to get on top of this and deliver some good product for all of us."

Many of the brothers knew that their enemies were at the gates, waiting for them to fuck up. This type of lifestyle, this business was going to cause them so much trouble and become a different kind of breed for them. Working with other people was not something they were against, it was just something that they didn't want to take part in that much. 

"Is this because of the business with your girl? Listen Chi-Town is good and all but we need to be sure that we're doing this for the right reasons. I can't keep this back and neither can you. This business needs to be corrected and I know that this business with Chicago is supposed to strengthen alliances but we have to be sure that we're looking out for the club. Not your girl or her people, the mob don't give a fuck about us and we haven't forgotten about that shipment in Chicago neither."

His guys were comfortable with Symplicity to an extent, only she had then dealt with the guns with that stooge of hers. Konnor knew that with other Presidents, she would have been dealt a worse hand but then something happened and Konnor had decided to keep the money, keeping the shipment for themselves and allowing her along with the operation to get off free. Even though it involved killing one of their drivers who had shown an interest in joining the club life for a bigger payday than he had been earning as a truck driver. 

"She's expressed interest with allowing business relations between our crews. I can only say that this is going to benefit us all and become one of our biggest earning businesses if we go through with it. Trust me, brothers, we can put it to a vote and we can decide that way. Only you guys know what one of these studios did for us. We made tons of cash, we made it because of the people we brought in and if we can pass it to an Illinois charter...we got this."

As Konnor, many of them knew that Sym and her line of work could help them. It just depended to what degree and how it moved on from there, they could all make a ton of cash moving forward. Now the boys knew that they had to keep an open mind about this, if they had made the same type of cash as last time, it would prove to be very beneficial for all of them. 

"Now we have some other things to discuss, like Estarossa getting out of jail in a few days. He's served his time and now we have to keep going forward. We have to make sure that we have the best for him going forward, I want to be sure that we can give him what he deserves."

Many of the brothers looked at Konnor, while Estarossa had gone to jail, many of the charters and even some of them here wondered what the official status of Konnor's Presidency was. Only then it had been answered by Estarossa himself, deciding to keep himself occupied in that form. 

He had decided for Konnor to take the reins, leading the brothers into a new era and while many of them could see an obvious change in how things worked, there was still the respect that Konnor had for Esta. The man that patched him in and made him one of the big dogs for the MC. 

"When he gets here and trust me, he will. I expect he will make his plans known. Whether he wants to continue his life with us here or get back into the business of his father, I don't know. Maybe he wishes to go back to England and see his children. Estarossa was one man that did so much for this club at the sacrifice of his family, wellbeing, and his mental health. He has the right to decide what he wishes to do. Make sure that you all understand, clearly."

Oh everyone knew that Estarossa had been the one to give them all of this. Some of them would not have been brothers unless he had stuck his neck out for them numerous times and decided that they were worth it. That they had the mettle to become angels and it had turned out great for all of them. Now he had the chance to get away from all of this, some of them did not want him to go, he had been their brother, confidant and best friend. Nothing was the same without his guiding hand, even Konnor could not deny that things had gone smoother with Esta's connections. 

Ronnie would not have been a problem and Ramirez would have been a settled matter, now he was a big thorn in their side. So many enemies, so many claims, and so many warriors. People believing that they had the right plan in all of this, that they could challenge the angels who had been controlling this game for a very long time. They were not ready to step off their pedestal yet, only some of these guys knew, this was far from over because there was another club one that scared the angels and tribal club members. 

All the brothers hoped that with Estarossa's return, things could go back to the way they should be. A lot of them wondered how things were going to change around here. Many of them thought that Estarossa would wish to take back his Presidency, only many doubted that heavy was the head that wore the crown and Esta had worn that crown for so long and so many times that it would have been too much for him to take it once more. 

The Second Piece: Welcome Home, King. 

When Estarossa Pincheel walked out of those dark gates, he knew that he would have something waiting for him, what he didn't expect was the Peoria and Brooklyn Charters to be waiting for him. All of them clapped as he came out of those gates, it had been a welcome home for the ages and now he was back. He was home! Nothing was keeping him from his guys again and he knew that much, they were going to make sure that he was here for them and nothing was changing again, this was going to be where things changed, how he remade his mark for the world to see and for how he returned to the club life. 

"Look at this fucker! Already out of the joint and he stands there thinking he's just dropped the soap!"

And then came the voice of Konnor, loud and full of life. Almost like seeing this man had done so much for them, in which he did. Many of them laughed but they were all smiles as the old and new generation hugged it out, showing that there was no bad blood between any of them. 

They had the best for the club in mind now, Konnor motioned for one of the guys to step forward with a Kutte in hand. Something that made all of them tense, they knew that Konnor had not taken off the President's patch and had kept it on. Only everyone knew that Konnor had something in mind, Estarossa was too much of value to allow to leave without granting him a new station within the club, something that was going to allow him to be appreciated by all of the brothers, no matter his position. 

"Here, what you've done for this club and what you've for us, Original. The founding angel, the King, President, and now the man who's going to be my advisor. You have given us all so much and now allow us to pay you back. This is the least of what we can do for a man of your stature. You deserve this, brother."

Estarossa looked down at the leather kutte in his hands now and he knew that these guys wanted to keep him here. Only this life had not given him the best chance to spend time with his family, for a moment he was thinking of setting up a new charter in London. It would be easier and allow him to spend time with his children, only he could see it here, his brothers also needed him here. A war had broken out with the time he had left. 

Veronica and her machinations no doubt, now he was being called back into the fold. He could see the new patches, some new brothers. People who did not know his struggle, his power, his work and then his own rise. It had all been because of this club, how it happened then and how it would conclude, no one knew. This club was a part of them now, all of them. It was their legacy, the Pavanno Family had one last interest in the states and it was still going strong. 

"I'd be honoured to sit at the table once more. You all have been by my side, this is what I love about all you fuckers. We've had struggles, arguments and then come back together for the sake of this brotherhood. That is not something that can be replaced with money or influence, we are the Fallen Angels. And I am glad to call each and every one of you, brother."

Estarossa strode forward as he noticed his bike, already in line with Konnor's, seemingly beside his. He would be riding close in this formation, Konnor had plans and it was obvious that this formation was something of a power play. Appeasing his loyalists within the club that would have liked it that he took up the gavel again. 

"Come on, we have got the fucking girls waiting for you and then we have some news about club business. How much we're going to be changing it for the future. I wonder how much we will have to bring about but with you here at my side. I have a feeling that it will be a lot more better than what we have been doing for recent times. I trust you brother."

Estarossa nodded, putting on his helmet as he got used to the feel of his bike once more. He decided to rev it up a bit before tilting his head to the side, it was good being back on the bike, he watched Konnor pull off and he followed after him. A formation of angel wings swarmed the open roads like a flock of crows. It was oddly beautiful watching them ride, they never once broke formation and were riding towards the homecoming party of their founder, the man that had given them all of this business.

Brooklyn, Fallen Angels Clubhouse

Konnor and Estarossa sat together for a moment, enjoying their time together as the last time they were like this were before the business with Jury came and the business with the guns had settled in, now it was time for some relaxation. Nothing came close to the good old girl and a few beers. Of course, sitting in his lap were a few pornstars, paying the former president a little more attention than they would Konnor. 

"Give me a second, girls, got to talk with this sourpuss over here."

Konnor rolled his eyes, Estarossa never seemed to get it but now he did. The business had changed since his time on the inside, only he was adjusting well, his eyes were sharper and he filled out. It was very obvious that he had made some connections on the inside, he had become something of a different fighter. A man that had been changed from his time, something that many people seemed to forget, only here was the man that didn't forget, Konnor could see his friend from before. 

The girls moaned but moved anyway as the two men began speaking with hushed whispers, one of them had lingering eyes on Konnor for a moment, something that he raised an eyebrow at before rolling his eyes. He didn't need another Alexis situation. 

"You dealt with the Tribe, how?"

Konnor knew this was going to come up, The Tribe had been one of their biggest enemies. Only the way Estarossa was speaking, it seemed like the matter wasn't resolved, nor did it seem dead like the brothers would have hoped. That look in the veteran's eyes spoke of a different terror, something that had the usually calm President worried. 

"Hired a hitter, she got in and out. Haven't heard back from her but the rumour is, the Tribe is scrambling and has no Ramirez to back them now. He's the one that was holding them together, I'll talk to one of those people in Philly. See if I can't get things going and see what she got from her side of things. Those guys won't be able to hold a candle to us now, we'll be clean of them, for good."

A bitter sounding laugh came from Estarossa, it didn't seem like he was all that good with the takedown of a rival club. Only it seemed like he had dreaded it for some reason, now there had to be a reason. Konnor gave his former President a pointed look, deciding to raise his brow. 

Estarossa gave a pointed look back, wondering when he had gotten these type of brass balls on him. He decided to shrug his shoulders, knowing that this bravery had not been on display before. He rolled his eyes, he knew that he would have to get used to this type of thing, only Konnor had made a mistake. He fucked up and now the Tribe would bring a torrent of problems onto this club. 

"You fucked up, I spoke with Galen and when I was King, we were going to make a deal with Ramirez, a child for a child. He wanted to fuck up the Romona family, so Palomono would also pay. We worked it out, his son was going to pay that price and we would go back to that existence of peace between Ohio and Pennsylvania. Of course, I went to jail, where I heard some interesting things, brother."

Konnor raised his eyebrow, nothing seemed wrong when the brothers had arrived at the prison. Only shit seemed to change now, he could see that look in his eyes. Oh, how different they were to ones of respect or trust that he had seen moments before and then at the prison. No this was the Estarossa that had orchestrated his ascension to the seat of President, he was not going to befall that same again. 

"Oh? What did you hear? I'm sure that shit was heard in the showers."

Rossa looked at Konnor, there it was. That challenge, Estarossa wasn't simply telling him that he knew what had gone down, he was showing him that he knew, that look was one where the respect had gone and all that remained were two brothers that sat at the table for the sake of the club. 

"Oh plenty things, I know what you did. I know what Veronica has and is doing, I know you reneged on the guns, which kudos by the way. You're a fool, you may have seen differently but those weapons will bring hurt to this club like never before and I hope that you are prepared for that to be on your shoulders. I'm not going to be making any plats, brother. You reap what you sow, this club has suffered already for your foolishness and your beliefs in what is right for this charter. You misguided them but I follow you because you are the one I made in my image."

And that was when Konnor saw it, the smirk of a superior person. Estarossa may have not liked it but he sure looked like one of those mafia fucks right about now. Then again, he was one of the bigger brothers involved with a plot. Here he was, a beast of a man and returning from his imprisonment and ready to get back on the hog. 

Konnor could respect that, only now he wondered, out of all the brothers that had been at this table and then died, he was the one made in the image of Estarossa? That seemed almost hard to swallow, it seemed like things had finally come full circle. The Prince was finally sitting at the table.

"Bullshit. You had Jury, Johnny, even Joel. All of them were there for you, I was the guy in the back that no one paid attention too. I took a leap and I decided to bite down on it brother. I wanted to lead this club into the domination that you fucking promised us. Remember, amigo!?"

Estarossa knew that he had promised that and so much more, the club deserved it and now they had that in the form of Konnor. It was a good thing, maybe these guys wouldn't be so bad. Only he wasn't going to talk about this shit, they could and would settle that shit in the ring later on. 

"They were not the material. Jury followed orders and needed to be pushed, Joel and Johnny were not ready yet and look at them now. They're leading in different ways, you'll have them ready soon and then they will be the ones to take up their own clubs. When the time is good and ready, right now we have to worry about the Vatos..."

Konnor had gone pale with fear, it was something else and that had not been something that he expected now. It was something else entirely, he wondered for a moment if that news could have been true or if Esta was just decidedly fucking with him right now. His life and business would get more complicated, he had a few bad times with the Vatos and all of that had gone back to the time where he was just a kid, wishing to be apart of brotherhood, the fuckers denied him because he was just a white boy. Fuckers denied him that chance. 

"You're fucking kidding me, those guys died out. There is no way that they're still doing business in Rockford, no fucking way! Marcus Ruiz died out years ago and that club is alive?! How!? They don't even deal drugs or gun-run, they have no backing and now you tell me that they're a threat?"

Estarossa rolled his eyes, Konnor did not fear anything but there it was. That fear, it was obvious and now he wondered for a moment, was this real? Oh yes, it was, Konnor narrowed his eyes and was already reaching for a gun. It seemed that this news shook him up, the scar that they left him was still deep and then again, that war for this club had not been something they saw coming. Estarossa never heard about it but now it seemed like something that had called his mental state into question. 

"They're alive and ran by Cruz, they're the biggest club internationally. Germany, Russia, England, Australia, Mexico, Columbia-"

"I fucking know Esta, I didn't need this shit. What the fuck do they want!? Huh!? They heard that I'm running shit and they want a war!? Well fuck that, the angels are still dominating stateside. We can handle them, I'm not doing business with them Esta, they fucked me up, they fucked Johnny up and they expect this all to be cool!?"

Estarossa could only watch as Konnor stood up, not even thinking, He was tired of this shit and just needed to have a rest, now was the time for that. He would eave Konnor to deal with his past, he knew that stuff was not the best and even now, it would prove to be the angel's worst. 

Five Years Earlier.....

Konnor and Jury sat down among the prospects at the party. Miano, President of the Heavenly Host was hosting the Vatos Motorcycle Club who were rolling through for some business. Konnor had bad business with Marcus Ruiz, the man that had once denied him his dream and now here he was, a Prospect for one of the biggest clubs in the world. No one could deny the power that the Host had. 

"Those are the guys, huh? Green and Black are their colours. The V.M.C and they're in our backyard, that's something and now we have to be sure that we get them booze, the works. Fucking bullshit I say. Miano knows that you have a bad history with these guys and they continue doing it now, this is not what we would have wanted. These guys, this business with them, it's going to fuck this club up."

Jury spoke like he was a patch. They only had a few weeks left before their prospecting period was over, many members of the club knew them and what they would do for the club. Only few of them did not like Marx, he was someone different and now they had some history for that. Jury decided that he would patch in with his brother, knowing the outlook with some of the brothers, Konnor was passed over MC property in some terms. 

Only then came the mocking laughter of one V.M.C Patch. He looked at Jury and Konnor with some light in his eyes, he wasn't wearing any specific patch. Just his club and location, he must have just patched in and not earned anything else from the club. Business like this was always going to be different for the clubs, nowhere was one of the things that happened, mockery from another club. 

"White boy! You're here now? Mopping all the shit that these guys do, how fitting. You were never really a prospect for us, just a whipping boy. Still, you got crushed for that and I can say that gives me a little joy. Still, you came here? You must really want to stay close to New York or should I say, Luisa?"

Konnor stood up, his tall form towering over this motherfucking V.M.C Patch who looked at him with a smirk. Enjoying the power that he was having over Konnor at the time. Something like this wasn't going to be easy to forget, ever. It was meant to break you and that is what the Vatos intended to do with him before he got out. Luckily, he had met someone, Luisa Ruiz. The daughter of Marcus and soon they had been hanging out, it didn't take long for Konnor to know that she had become a Shot-Caller elsewhere. 

She had changed, began wearing suits and went on business trips for the club. It didn't take long for him to know that she was the one running the club's Chop Shop empire. Plus, delivering cars with some goods inside them. She was the main one behind that business and it became her sole desire, nothing else mattered then and so he had left, nothing else was there for Konnor. She had changed for the club, he knew that there was nothing or would be nothing between them that he had thought possible. It was al too much for him, his desire, his wish to be patched had been dumped on him. 

"Fuck off Cruz, you're not that guy anymore. You're nothing to me, I suggest you keep walking and get inside for your club's little meeting. Leave me the fuck out of this, alright?"

Cruz smirked, barging past Konnor as the prospect let out a shaky breath. It was obvious that there was some history between them. Only neither of them knew that they were almost mirrors of one another, they seemed to be wishing for the same thing, their clubs to succeed and to not associate with each other's clubs. For different reasons but all the same. 

"That's him huh? You never said that he was a dick, someone to watch out for. He kinda reminds me of you, just shorter. You both seem to care for this club before you even rose up within it, look at him, the way he walks and you can tell that he's carrying that skull on his back with pride. The V.M.C might not be your go-to brothers anymore but we all have the same thing in mind, brotherhood. It comes before the cash, it also comes before the power. Without brotherhood, Kon, we got nothing and that is something we have to keep in mind."

Konnor nodded as he looked back at the clubhouse, the angel wings decorated all over the clubhouse. It was their home, it was going to be their home and none of the boys ever forgot that. It was a new start for them, something to look forward to, the business with the Vatos could be left behind and Konnor knew that he had to move on. This was going to be his chance to finally pass on from that moment in his life, he was finally deciding to become better, nothing was going to hold him back now. 

"Yeah, I got that brother. This type of thing is not meant to get the better of me, I need to move on and get better. Those vatos were the past, I have to look at the future, this is what it is. Brotherhood, something I've always wanted and this is something that we will do for a long time but it will get better and I will be glad to have you by my side brother. This is going to be one of those moments where I can truly never forget what you will have done for me brother. You've stayed by me, even when others would have left me. I respect you for that, thank you Juriah, you're my brother, from now to the end."

"Oi, don't get sappy on me now brother, we have got this done and something tells me that we're going to be watched closely these next few weeks. Keep your head on right, let's go."
 

Brooklyn - Fallen Angels Clubhouse

Konnor finally looked up, knowing that this was the time, the party had gone on with Esta's return and now he had a business to handle. The past could and would wait, it wouldn't do him well right now. He decided to leave that behind, it was not going to be for the better and Estarossa wanted to discuss the business with them. He stood from his bed, putting on a tank top and his leather jacket. Stepping out in the hallway, he came into contact with one of the boys. 

"We've got some news, Veronica and the Irish are expecting a big shipment of explosives and guns at the Philadelphia Docks today. We have Hayes' charter on it but then we think that it might be a diversion, draw us away and have the others take on a different task."

Misaki informed him of the Fallen Angels possible threat before, he had been the one to kill Darko and if somehow, that information got out to Putlova than that would paint a target on his back. 

"Okay, what're the other charters take on this or Galen more specifically brother?"

Misaki smiled at that, the Peoria charter had not been silent in their movements. They had approached one of the Brother Clubs, the Wild Riders, working out of Elgin. They seemed to be ready for what this place had to offer for the club as a whole, only it wasn't what they thought and soon they were placing retaliation through Proxies. It was smart and kept the Angels out of it but if one of the Irish or Russians found out that it was a brother club, they had a feeling that the war would be taken to new standards. 

"Wild Riders hit two T.R.S Trucks heading to Rockford and another heading to Chicago, it was good for them and brought them cash, courtesy of the club coffers in Peoria. Other than that, we've done nothing big besides help Buffalo out in the potential bomb threat. People are saying, O'Shay's number two is in New York. Waiting for confirmation and if we can get him, some of the brothers wanted to negotiate their surrender."

Estarossa probably would not have wanted that, only this club had been on the receiving end of their bombs and had been in war with them for the past few months. It was going to get bloody before it got peaceful for them. The Irish didn't seem the type to call in for surrender, though this could be solved if Daveth's number two was indeed here in New York while O'Shay was in Ireland, it could be time for the Ireland Charters to earn their fucking bones.