It had been a gruesome few years for the Fallen Angels Motorcycle Club and it had gone through many changes, gunrunning, drugs, and now becoming one of the highest sought after security for women working the streets. The former club presidents would have been disgusted, their vision for the club had been terrifying, hell-raising but fuck...this was some bullshit.

Konnor Marx, King of the Fallen Angels. He was the one that had taken this club to new heights and maybe this was why they had a new flux of members, the newest batch being one person named Markos Santino Iscariot. Everyone just called him 'Insanity' and he was never one to play around, considering the changes that went around this club was one that everyone felt. 

Marx had decided to move his boys from New York to Las Vegas, deciding to place his roots down there and keep a closer eye on things on the West Coast. He already had some charters forming up in New York, he wanted to make sure that the Drugs and Guns would be under some good management. 

And this is where they were now, the F.A.M.C were dealing in drugs, women, and guns. They had the whole score and no one was taking that away from them, they had the balls to not care what the feds thought. Considering they had most of the city, if not, the state on their payroll. 

"Markie! Come on, we got that sit down with the Lin Triad. We have to come together for the heroin that will be moving through the prisons, you coming?"

Markos, the kid, the newest patch of the F.A.M.C Mother Charter. Paradise was one of the few places he could call home, this is what this place was, it was family and he nodded his head towards Konny and Taza, both of them seemed to focus to even focus on him right now. 

Still, he understood the pressure they were under. A few shipments involving drugs had been stolen by a few African-American gangs, in recent times, they were more organized and had a suitable amount of control over their respective neighbourhoods. They wanted a seat at what they rightfully thought would be their table. 

"Yeah, I talked to Leroy, apparently these attacks ain't him or his guys. He also wants to have a sitdown, supplying them with some coke or heroin. They want to start earning big."

Grim hummed, nodding his head along as they each went to sit down on their bikes before they were accosted by a few weeping angels. Women who wished to stake their claim on a patch of the club, it was funny to them but it seemed this lifestyle of freedom had an appeal and this was it. 

"Bring it to the table, your connections could end up saving this club some time and nipping our black friend problems in the bud. We don't need any more attention, the chief is lenient but if we start having to drop bodies, that leniency is going to be dropping."

Grim revved up his bike before the freedom took him, behind him Markos followed the two-man formation and they knew that all eyes were on them. The way this worked, how it would always work. He was not in a high enough position to ride side by side with Grim, though he knew the man appreciated him all the same. 

Soon, they had arrived at the meeting place for the business with the Lin Triad, the Asian gangs had recently come under new management and were getting organized with Wei Lin, people already calling him the Red Dragon and stating that he would be the Lin Triad into new heights. 

This was the man standing before Grim, they each had a single look on their faces and it was very clear that this business was not something that happened on a daily basis, this only the beginning of a good friendship for the factions. 

"Johnny, it is a pleasure to be doing business with you again. The last time our two organization stood together was when your president was missing his emotions. He was not a pleasure to do business with, I know we've discussed at lengths what the Lin Triad will be doing in Fox Penitentiary."

Grim decided to raise a single eyebrow at the brief mention of what Konny had gone through, it was not mentioned, the man had decided to keep that filed away for now. With the deaths of his friend in Michael Pavanno, he decided to leave that part of his life, Knowing that his brothers with him right now needed him more than the past did, he had to move on with his life. 

"We have, you want the Angels to secure some things for you on the inside, we have that kind of pull, there is nothing to worry about there. What we want right now is to simply decide what our cut will be, we want to be sure that we won't be wasting our men or resources on some bullshit chump change."

If Wei was offended, he did nothing to show it, he was calm. That was the part some people had to worry about, the eerie calmness of the Lin Triad, they had become more secretive and organized like the mob, it was a good thing as well. The feds had nothing on them and they were less of a big target, this made them one of the biggest gangs on the streets but they had less influence on the inside. 

"Two-hundred and fifty thousand every month, that is the type of cash that you will be earning from your cut. I am not in the business of making sure that my business earn less than me, we are both going to be earning big money my friend. I want to make sure that you know that, so, do we have an accord?"

Grim looked at Markos, the kid simply looked straight ahead, not even showing his true feelings on the matter but he knew that this had to be brought to the table as did the rest of the boys. Had to be a majority vote, this was going to be another business added to their resume. 

"I'll have to bring it to the table but the money helps smooth it over brother, I'll let you know if by the end of the week you have a host with you. Have a good one, Wei. And if we do end up working together, don't screw us over because we will bring down the wrath of an Angel upon you."