Two Months Later....

Roaring iron horses was one of the sounds that The Strip had grown used to in its time, now being one of the many spots that were visited by the Angels MC of Vegas, the building casino of Vegas, seemingly it was going to be open in a matter of days and it was something he couldn't believe, he hadn't seen his family in a while but he had a feeling a lot of things were changing now. 

From New York to Las Vegas, a connection had been formed between Mike and Konnor, one that cemented his reign as the one in charge of Las Vegas' Angels out here, not that it didn't bring about a different kind of meaning for some members fo the club but it was needed now, and it had to be understood, the prince was here to stay. With the backing of the Yakuza and Pavanno family. 

"It has been months and we still can't go inside yet, I call bull."

Roman had grown to love working in this environment, something he had missed out on, having a brotherhood with Salvatore and now here he was, doing so with him. Of course, he always wondered what his mother would say. It left them making some things up, yet it brought the charter closer, Las Vegas hadn't seen such a bond since Konnor had left. Of course, this being the former Mother charter city.

"When the Pavanno's back this with as much money as they can, along with the Asians resources, it is clear that this is going to be one of the bigger money operations for the entirety of our alliance. Italians, Asians, maybe some of the Africans and Jewish gangs, we could make a killing but for now, it is just us three. The Asians, Italians, and Angels. A pretty sweet deal if you ask me and we're the ones that are being trusted to make sure it reaches the potential it has always been seen to have..."

Michael spoke for the first time that day, in his time within Vegas, he had cut his hair short of that into a buzzcut, a beard had grown out and seem to look every part the biker he was portrayed to be. Of course, that didn't mean he had taken to slacking off, he had made sure to keep the business with the angels improving, especially the heroin side of the business, with distro being through a Proxy club of all things. 

It allowed them to earn their keep, for right now until Mikey would make the call to patch them over. It would be for the best if he had decided they could make something of themselves, it would be a nice ride. 

"Yo, watch out, we've got some feds on the way..."

Not even bothering to look up at the sounds of the sirens, he nodded in thanks to Roman as he lifted the smoke to his lips already preparing for what was going to come next. 
 

Police Chief, Larry Unser made his way onto the scene looking at the club with a small smile on his lips before settling as he looked at the casino. Both of them knew what this meant for the city along with those outsides of it, a beginning of the change for Las Vegas, maybe the businesses would start booming, it was going to be something that would change the landscape of the political scene, that was for damn sure. 

"A friend of ours, he wants to meet at Ginos. Says that he has something down the wire, something you can't pass up, what should I tell him?"

Silver, that was the friend of theirs, a long time political ally in the two months that he had been here. Of course, that didn't come without some odd moments, especially when he wished for a little bit of the action, something that would never be happening. The MC had always got a 50% split with whatever Organization they were working with, especially with the Irish Supporters and now Asians along with the Italians. 

If some up jumped political fuck thought he could get a seat at the table he was going to have t work a little harder then sending Lars down here at the very moment when construction was becoming something of a lesser problem. All that remained was the red tape. 

"Tell him, I'll make it later today. Around eight or seven, I don't need to deal with any more shit later than that, trust me alright?"

What he said was true, Mike just didn't want to have to meet with the Asians after this, some of them were an acquired taste and in recent times, it was beginning to become clear the influence they would be able to have over the club, slowly it had to turn around and into something better, for all the parties involved. 

"Alright, I'll get on the horn, you let me know if you need anything, Mikey. I'm here to help, you know that."

He was a cop but one that proved he was valuable, young as he was, he wasn't like the others who allowed him a little bit of coke to sell, Nah he was the one that understood the presence of an Angel, one like him with the backing of various players in the game, it was definitely something he needed if he was honest. 

"I know, cheers Lars. You can go to your business now, we'll be able to keep moving forward."

Unser nodded, leaving the bikers as they stared up at the casino, it was definitely going to change a lot of things but they all knew this was for the betterment of Las Vegas, thinking about all it would bring for them in the city, it is what got them going and it was all that would be needed most definitely. 

Not thinking about what was coming next, Mike turned the engine over on his bike along with his brothers and rode away from the Casino leaving it in the dust...

Arriving back home at the clubhouse, it was somewhat weird to Ihim, considering the Las Vegas Strip his new clubhouse or home. Yet it was, for all the purposes and intent, it was now going to be the only place where he could relax. Even then, it could prove to be different than that of new york. 

It was a welcome change that brought him a little bit of peace in this chaotic way of life, at least for him it proved to be a little more about trying to prove to his family that he was right for this job. Of course, there was no one else to choose of the New York charters, many would not be able to handle being under the thumb of the Yakuza and the Honoured Society. 

"Prez, you got a visitor...."

Removing his helmet, he had to smirk, who could it be? He shrugged his shoulders and rose his brow then, not even realizing that he had barely had some time to himself as he removed himself from the bike. He could only do so much while being the President of this Las Vegas charter, relaxing didn't seem to be one of them. 

"It's your sister, she's in the clubhouse..."

Raising a brow, Mike didn't waste any time and decided that he would need to talk with her now, with a small grin he decided to go forward and see what he could do without anything stopping him now. 

Stepping into the clubhouse, he could see the mugshots on the wall, all of them had been young somewhat at the time, except for him, being 18 and one of the youngest brothers to pick up a patch. 

The two siblings stared at one another for a few seconds, it had been a while and this was the first moment where they were alone, no parents to watch over them, it was just them, the oldest siblings and it felt nice. Like it was meant to happen and for that, Mike enjoyed the moment before his sister spoke...

"Hello, brother."
 

The two shared a hug, one that brought him much goal, it wasn't all the time the two did this kind of thing and in two months, they were allowed to break some rules. With the club taking a different feel than most, it allowed them to have some fun at the very least. 

"How have you been?"

Mike sighed as the two sat down in the clubhouse, leather chairs opposite one another, it didn't matter that most of the prospects were busy going back and forth loading up a truck filled with guns most likely. She knew the life, she knew what their dad did and now she knew what he was doing out here. 

It wasn't a secret to the Marx family, at the very least, it was the youngest members who would have to either leave or decide that they wanted to make something of themselves here in this life. Something that Mike would not stop them from, their life and it was their choice after all. 

"I came here for a reason actually, it is for Frankie."

Raising a brow, he had heard some news from some of the Nomads that passed by, his sister and Frankie had grown, to the point where it seemed like the two were very serious about one another. He was glad she found love at the very least, something that he wasn't in any hurry to even be on the lookout for. 

"What does he want? Pops didn't give it to him for a reason that is obvious, now you've flown all the way out here. So either he wants a chance to earn his keep or you want money, which should be impossible considering I've always made sure yo care for you."

Chuckling, his sister's red hue came up and he chuckled soon after, she hadn't exactly got a job in her time, she didn't need too. Money from the club always provided more than enough for her. Something that gave her a nice little time to herself, of course, maybe she felt bad on occasion, he didn't need to know. 

His job was to take care of her, at the very least, make sure she didn't have to worry about any monetary shit for a solid while. 

"He wants to be patched in. He wants to become apart of the family business."

Suppressing a snort, Mike didn't think a hoodlum like Frankie Potts would be able to make something of himself as an Outlaw, someone was always needed in the club, of course, there were other prospects ahead of him. He wasn't going to be giving him special treatment for anything. 

"If he wants to earn the place here, he can, you guys come out here, get set up, buy yourself a nice little house and we'll see what happens. Mmm?"

It wasn't what she wanted to hear but it is what Mike had for at the very least, she wasn't going to be getting any special treatment, regardless of who the fuck it was. 

"Nothing can be done hm?"

He shook his head, in that clear statement, the kid, as they all had. It wasn't something they would be able to simply pass off, it was needed to prove that you were able to work with the hardships this life offered from the get-go. It was a family, a brotherhood and Frankie would need to get right with that. 

"No. I guess Pops said the same thing, just to a different degree? He probably doesn't want a hood in the club, doesn't matter to me. If he can prove himself able, to even handle the ever fucked up shit, he's alright in my book, alright?"

His sister just stared at him as he too sat there, leaving him to sit there and watch her, this was the rules and she had to follow them, like any other. There was nothing else, there was skipping the line, if Frankie wanted to be family, he could be. If he wanted to be a brother, it took the same but just with added desire.

Lighting up a smoke, Issei stepped onto the lot of the Las Vegas Angel clubhouse, they were a good group of guys in the past couple months, proving to be a worthwhile investment. 

Of course, there was the added hostility with him and Mike, yet it seemed to be simmer when Roman played peacemaker, the man seemed to be fitting into his role as Vice President. 

Something that had been an addition on the part of Salvatore Pavanno. Issei was simply looking for the next vein of wealth at the time, it had brought himself in the form of Angels, a club of them. 

"Iss, nice to see you here, it is too soon for the product or guns, what's up?"

Issei turned his head, noticing Roman with his neutral blue eyes and dark hair, he looked like a combination of someone he had never seen before. It was something that brought him out of this haze, he was a mystery Roman, of course, it would do him no well to dwell on him for right now. 

"I'm here for the pickup, money, Roman. Marx said he had some for me, along with some information about a possible player moving into Vegas, which is impossible, we've cornered all the markets..."

Humming, It did seem like Michael to contact their biggest ally on this side of the sea, it was mainly the England charters that worked with the Pavanno-Maldonado faction, as some people had taken to calling them, ever since hearing of the alliance that resulted in some money for all of them. 

It didn't stop some other people from moving forth with their plans, there were whispers of something else but for right now, Roman didn't hear anything and kept himself hush about it all. As long as it didn't impact his club or his brothers, he was good for right now. 

"There is the Avarea Cartel who are backing the Aztecas, yet they made its mission to stay on the East Coast, it's been a fucking hectic time for them, we've been busy but that was all handling shipments, if another player moved in, we'd have heard it from the other charters. So we'll keep our ears to the ground, see what we can find, eh?"

Issei nodded, walking with Roman as the two strolled into the clubhouse, noticing Michael and his sister, he had never gotten her name. Of course, Roman, as observant as he was gave him a smirk. 

"Brida, her name is Brida."

Nodding his head, Issei went off to the side before grabbing himself a glass of scotch, knowing that the two seemed to be finishing up some business. 
 

Mike watched his sister, the emotions playing out on her face were clear to see, of course, she was angry. She wanted something from her family, he didn't know what but he had a feeling she was making her own movies and her lover was just one of the few pieces she could probably move. 

It hurt to think of her in such a way but even family had motives that could prove to be club ending to them. So with ease, he leaned back and allowed her that chance to process. Noticing the air getting tense as Issei walked into the clubhouse, he motioned for Roman to come forward, giving him an envelope filled with the fifties and twenties, overflowing as it was. 

His Vice Prez simply grunting in understanding and went to handle business, of course, it led to his sister eying him like he was the enemy then. So he was reaching his end, knowing that she was going to be something of a different element. 

"What did you hope to gain from this Bri? If you've been through this with Pop, why me? New York would have been better for you instead...so what the fuck did you hope to gain?"

"You're going to be an uncle...."

And now it all connected, she wanted money or protection, money was out of the fucking issue, so she was hoping to gain something with her baby's father being in the Fallen, he shook his head. Obviously, Pops didn't know and she had to bring this to his doorstep, it was going to be a fucking problem. 

Growling he threw himself back into the chair, he couldn't believe that she had just put everything at risk, just to talk with him. Fuck, it either meant someone was after her or her man, either way, she was going to be getting this shit right. 

"You're staying here, end of fcking story. I'll put a call into the club at New York. What the fuck happened Bri? You're not coming here out of a need for simple status, what the fuck did Frankie do!?"

His voice was eerily soft and quiet, Mike had mastered that, a problem like this, which involved his family, it was going to be solved. Nothing but it deserved something in true Angelic fashion. 

"Frankie, he picked up a few keys and he wanted to make a quick profit, he didn't know, the people that he was working with had stolen from the Cartel. Senora, that is who was in control of the business, now we have to cough up five million...or we die...."

Issei growled at her before storming off, slamming his hands as he stopped himself, growling at his sister who actually flinched at the sight of his eyes. 

"Kris, Hap, Tone, stay with her. I don't even give a fuck if she even needs to piss, someone stays with her, she doesn't go to the bathroom alone. Also, give her a gun, understood!?"

They all nodded as Mike called for Issei and Roman to followed him, leaving the pregnant daughter of Konnor Marx to think about her actions for a moment as Mike tried his best to see what he could do to save his family.