"Where's Rossa?"

"At the bar, some Asian clan chick got in here and well, it got freaky. Worse than you and your broad, Symplicity in-"

Konnor smirked, raising his eyebrow towards Misa. He wondered how the fucker had heard that shit, no one else had. He noticed that the patch was blushing, looking away with that smile of his before they both chuckled. Only Konnor knew that he hadn't been the only brother caught with their Old-Lady, he was just the latest in a long line of brothers, it was going to be something else if Misaki told anyone else what he had heard. 

"Leave me and her out of your thoughts Misa, in all seriousness though, thanks for telling me this. Tell the other brothers that its time to talk about these Prospects, yay or nay. We're voting Schmalz and Scarhead."

Misaki smiled, those guys had worked their asses off since the deaths of Orion Byrne and Catalina Rey, something that Konnor wanted to pay them for. Only now with the changes with the club, that had now changed and these band of 9 brothers would become 11 soon enough. It was only right for them to earn that patch, they all had and with the recent times, it was obvious that they were going to be something different, something better for the future of this club.

"Got it, I'll catch you later Konny."

Konnor walked into the bar and found Estarossa passed out, a bottle of bourbon in his hand. The Fallen Angels and Bourbon always seemed to be some on hand. Konnor watched his brother for a moment before kicking his stool, sending him flying to the floor as he sprawled on the floor for a time before looking up at the smug smirking face of his presidency.

"You son of a whore, now what the fuck do you want? I only have a limited amount of time before I throw up or well, pass out again. I can only assume that it will be the latter again. Something that I find very welcoming because I was assaulted like a common criminal by my brother and now he's looking at me like the bastard he is."

Konnor dragged Estarossa to his feet, deciding to place him on the couch, knowing that thit s was something else entirely. He needed his friend sober for what was happening next, something that seemed to happen for a moment as he was settled on the couch, looking like he hadn't been drinking for the whole night and had only just passed with an Asian Clan escort. Something that Konnor found increasingly funny the more that he thought about it, his friend had always boasted about his prowess with booze and suddenly he passed out, it was incredible. 

"Okay this is serious, what's up brother that you had to drag me up from the floor and look at me like I am some kind of disappointment. Kidding on that part, come on though, what's up brother?"

Raising his eyebrow, Estarossa was now paying him attention. He looked almost regal like he was expecting some kind of petition. Only to then smile like a snake, showing that he had that cunning still of a finely aged mobster that knew his way around the ring. 

"We've learned that the Irish Supporters Number two is supposedly here in New York. He's probably the one leading the assault on buffalo and he wouldn't expect us to know about it unless Veronica knows of her brother's demise then we can use this to our advantage. If not, we have to expect some kind of other company that will be here, protecting the second in command to such a movement."

Estarossa looked shocked but then it eased, almost like he already had a plan in mind, something that could easily be done about these guys and then it would leave Veronica defenceless and looking for a way to slither out of the shitstorm that she herself had created by going against the angels and their way of doing business. 

Filet and Vine, New York

"Been a long time since we had a sitdown brother, us Mexicans in New York and you well, fuckers in Philly used to stick there. Only it seems times are a changing and I need to be assured that your boy is kept in place, mano."

Estarossa had not been here when Catalina Rey had passed away, this life always did some of the damndest things and here it was. Life had changed and his people with it, finally it seemed becoming of him to reach out to one of the other powerful clubs. Only it led him to the doorstep of Cruz, National President of the Vatos Motorcycle Club. 

"Konnor's not my boy, nor is he someone that is going to take you at your word Cruz. Marcus denied him that patch, he earned it. Spilt a rat's blood and you sold him out, deciding to take the credit and say that the white boy ran. I know the story, you fucked him over! I'm here to deliver, the VMC, you're changing. You have patches all over the world, so do we. Everyone knows that you do not make a club move without the angels hearing and when an angel hears, it weeps..."

Cruz had gone pale, knowing that with the return of Estarossa, people would back away. He was not someone to be messed with, this type of life had led them down a path, only Esta was born into it. He had lived it every day and knew what it was like to get shot. He had been the one to lead these fuckers into the new generation and it was up to one of them to do the same with their own generation. 

Estarossa knew that his name still carried weight, people knew who he was and what he had done for them. That would never change. Cruz knew him by reputation and now he was seeing the devil before his eyes, the man that had been birthed from sin and had been the bane of Seattle itself. Shit changed and so he had changed with it, his life had become something different and so he would change, he became a different man altogether. 

"So Cruz here's my deal. The VMC can stay in Rochester, deal whatever car parts you want and work with the low-level cartels, lying to your fucking people about not dealing or muling, its some fucking bullshit. Your shit stinks or you can sit at the table, talk to Konnor and squash your beef. The Angels and Vatos have a big history, I have respect for Marcus Ruiz, the original Vato. It's time we squash this beef and work together, our charters working together or worldwide...it's fucking terrifying and this is how we do it."

Cruz looked interesting, anyone who was anyone wished to work with the Fallen Angels, what they could accomplish and what they could do was so much and for the world of bikers. It would bring them all to the table, ready for the future that is going to come ahead from this.