Brida didn't know what to do anymore, she knew that Frankie fucked up but she loved him. She wanted to make sure that he could come out of this whole with the protection of her dad or brother, she didn't know she would be placing them in another kind of problem that wouldn't fix itself by then. It was definitely going to be something else, something that dragged her out of her comfortable lifestyle. 

"Here you go."

One of the girls that hung around the club probably gave her a glass of water but she wasn't paying attention to any of that shit, she wanted to make sure that she could slowly get out of this situation. It was not important that a woman with the club was trying to get some favour with her father's club, right now she just wanted to survive, this was just one of the many instances. 

"You know, a thank you is kind of expected when someone gets a drink, lass."

Growling, Brida looked up into the green eyes of a woman that was definitely not trying to bounce on someone's dick to get to the top of this club. She was in the club, the kutte fit her snugly, she seemed to enjoy the looks she got from her as she raised a brow, her lips curling up into a smirk then. 

"I'm Hap, and you are someone that set off the Prince, you know, you stormed in here asking for something. He thought it was a social visit, not one which would end with him needing to bail you out lass. He didn't need that type of thing, he's trying to bring the club up. From what I've heard of this Frankie fella, he doesn't seem the type but maybe he'll prove people wrong. I'll tell you what though, what was he running?"

Hap asked with ease, her green eyes peering into those of the grey Marx ones, trying to get the girl to give up some kind of information about her dealings with Frankie. Something that Briuda was almost definitely taught not to do, it was clear in the way she raised her brow back at Hap in clear defiance, of course, Hap took that in stride, chuckling as she lifted a smoke to her lips. 

"Listen, yer Fella, he'll be in big trouble if we don't find out who the dealer is and maybe if they have some ties out here to Vegas. This would have worked if you had gone to another charter, many of them want to get into the good books of your Da' or your brother, you came to family though. Which means it is definitely bigger, possibly a Shot-Caller of some kind, hm?"

She was meeting her gaze now and Hap knew she was getting it right, maybe they did have a connection out here, something had to have been on the right course here. Without a single word, she motioned to Tone and Kris, they were going to follow her, if anyone knew about this drug situation, it would be the Aztecas and luckily, they were good with a few for right now. 

"You're coming with me, let's go and see if we can sort this out before it becomes a bigger problem for all the fucking people involved. Jesus mother mary of joseph!"

Her accent came out then before she sat up, checking to make sure she had her piece on her before looking at the boys. It wasn't exactly clear they were going to expect some kind of shit but better prepared than not. 

"What are you doing Hap?"

Smirking, it was like the luck of the Irish came through her with ease and with a wink, she walked out but not before cheerily stating something. 

"Saving the Princess and her man in distress..."
 

Hap didn't know what she was doing yet, she had been taken with the family-style of this club and for a moment, she saw herself sitting at the table of Marx's, it was not the normal one people painted but it was definitely a family and right now she was going to be doing her best in order to save it. Hence why she was out here, waiting for [Aztecas: Las Vegas, Summerlin] Vice President to come out of that titty bar he was frequenting. 

"Is this the correct move? I mean, my pops said that the Aztecs in New York were a bit on the tense side."

Grinning once again, Hap turned her head and it was so close that her lips fanned Brida's for a moment, though clearly, the lass had pushed herself a bit further back on the seat of Hap's back. It just made the Irishwoman grin a little more before looking back at the brothel. 

"Las Vegas' Aztecas, we have an understanding. We've helped them a lot, they owe us and sometimes it's for the betterment of our clubs. We do this to keep everyone West, whole. Otherwise, we would have had to kill them all, with support from the Washington charters along with those of California, it would have been a fucking war, lass."

Hap wasn't going to sugarcoat shite for the lass, she was a Marx. In her opinion, she should know a little bit and not the gory details but enough to know the business end of it. Currently, the Las Vegas charters were cool with one another, it helped that a few Aztecas had decided to make friends with some of the girls that hung around the Angels, it left a beneficial alliance, for both clubs. 

Of course, Hap smiled when she saw Canche, the man was a handsome guy but not her type, she removed herself from her bike and walked over to him with a smirk, Kris and Tone behind her with Brida in the middle between them, it was almost like they were protecting the President. 

"Hap, what the fuck are you doing here? Thought we agreed, the business with the elves was over and done with..."

Glaring, the redhead stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, clearly, the situation grew a little tenser just then and it wasn't something that Brida would have been able to handle if it came down to it.

"Listen, it was one game and it is not over until one of those fucks can finally get a game going again. Now, seriously, we have to talk about business, regarding some unpleasant people, the cartel, brother."

Like that though, Hap and Canche both nodded to one another, walking off into a diner and deciding that this conversation was better to be left in private. 

'What have I gotten myself into?' 

Was the lone thought of Brida, she couldn't believe that the club was doing this for someone they had technically just met. Though she had a feeling the Irishwoman had a motive much more than familial bonds to her brother and father. 

She sighed though, following after the two and cradling her stomach as the detail of Kris and Tone continued to keep watch on her. Clearly, her protection was almost like a sworn oath for them. It meant a lot to her, more than words could describe. 
 

Hap explained a little bit of the situation for Canche, the Aztecas didn't need to know every single detail, of course, the guess about Brida was going to have to be spoken about. With nothing more than a sigh, Hap ordered herself a coffee and some pie. She would need some for the next few moments, Canche was the VP of the National Charter, his President liked working with Michael moreso than Konnor and it was clear when he referred to Michael as 'Archangel' as he seemingly wished for him to be the head of the host of charters. Of course, not everything was that easy. 

Yet it led to some kind of transparency and in some cases, an opening of businesses and focusing on money-making,t eh casino could have proved to make some money for the Aztecas as well. It was up to the table, especially if they squeeze in cocaine, it would depend and how much the casino would return, otherwise, it would be a fucking problem and then the feds would be down on them before they could even say how do you do?

"Senora, they're not allied with the cartels we have with Avarea, El Jefe would have told the Prez, Sister. I can send something down the wire but if they're not allied, there is either a reason or they're too wild for the players on the board. When Avarea set up, he had the mission to keep this lowkey. No more wars like Cordelia or involving the Russians, we've seen enough bloodshed, Aztecas and Angels, sister."

Hap nodded, it was good and bad news, the good news, if this went to war, they could possibly see this through and gain some cartel backing before there was any blood on the streets and give the remaining cocaine production or whatever businesses that Senora would have had to Avarea and his council of allies. 

The bad news is Senora could go off half-cocked and target the entire Angels Club and its allies. It would get bloody, possibly before the other cartels would lift a finger to even help out an ally of their business associate. It would have to wait or another crossed Hap's mind, one that was manipulative and very much so in protecting the club, kill Frankie Potts and let it end there. Otherwise, the Vegas dust would run red. 

"Can you see what you'll find out, talk to El Jefe if you can, brother. I'll have a see about talking with Mike and seeing what the fuck can be done about the rogue element, hm?"

Of course, they had allies and Issei, along with the Pavanno's could easily crush Senora, so there would probably be talks before long but Hap was securing this first. Canche was a loyal friend and a friend to the Vegas charters, something that would never be forgotten in such a manner. 

"I'll talk to Angel, see what happens there. By the way, Easy wants to discuss something, basetown are looking to get off their feet and wanted me to put in a word with you, specifically."

She nodded, and he went on his way. So there would be talks, Easy and Basetown, along with Mike and seeing if Senora could be calmed before long. The MC was currently stable and peaceful if it was broken with something as easy as drugs, what was next? Hap was making sure she could get in front of it before long. 

"What's the news?"

Her soft voice broke her out of her musings as she jutted her thumb beside her before Marx rolled her eyes and sat opposite her. Of course, Kris and Tone slid in beside either side. Deciding that they could know about this, of course, Hap wasn't going to stop them. 

Smirking as she leaned forward, winking at the waitress as she dropped off her coffee and pie, Hap took a sip before watching the waitress go out of the corner of her eye. 
 

Snapping her fingers, Brida brought the Irishwoman back who reluctantly turned back to face her, clearly deciding that this could have been handled differently. With a small smirk, Brida took the pie and started eating, waiting for Hap to get on with the story, of course, she did and Brida listened, already believing the Irishwoman and knowing that should be able to provide something in response to that, it was already making her trust the MC further, especially if it had leaders like Hap waiting in the wings to help at the very least. 

"And that's it? This might be able to go without any blood, especially Frankie?"

Hap met her eyes, drinking the coffee slowly, she already knew that delivering the news would have been difficult but it was better this way. She had plans, ones that involved the immediate family of Mike surviving, not the add-ons. If it meant one had to die to save countless others and the MC, so be it. 

"There is the pride of men. We'd have to manage and slowly adjust but I say we can pull through this relatively safe. Along with all the added benefits of making sure that you and the little one remain whole throughout this entire nasty little business, hm?"

Hap made sure to make eye contact with the guys then, they would get the message, there would be a vote, with the entire table. It would be for the best and make sure a lot of this shit kept right. Otherwise, there would be a lot of things that needed answering. For now, though, they could avoid needless blood. 

"Kris, Tone, why don't you guys head back to the clubhouse? I'll make sure the Princess gets home safely, alright?"

The guys nodded, not before shooting her teasing looks which the Irishwoman had responded with a shrug and a wink before drinking her coffee once again. It was peaceful, for the very least, 

"You didn't have to do this, you know? We could have handled all this shit and been safe, you know, right?"

Hap gave her a glare, no, she couldn't have and there was a matter of her knowing that this was for the club as well as the family. She didn't need to know if there was anything else that would be needed, for right now, Brida knew enough at the very least. 

"No. You couldn't, there is a reason you came to Vegas. We've established this, your Da' doesn't even know about the shit that was going to hit the fan, so I suggest, little girl, that you start to realize that you're supporting a man that could have got your father locked up along with your brother. The club doesn't need this shit, you got that? Now, finish up the pie and come on."

Hap knew that she was being tough then but the girl should have known now, otherwise it would have been a different kind of game for her to be playing with Canche, he would have caught on. The truth works in all kinds of scenarios, being fully honest however, it does not net you the same type of reward in response. 

Sniffing then, Brida tilted her head and finished the pie, standing to her feet as the indifferent biker, Hap stood to her feet and gave her a tight smile. She was not going to apologize, not because she was wrong, the girl needed to know. Otherwise, she would have been visiting a grave or been in one if it wasn't for who she was and the reluctant Senora knowing they had no pull this far out. 

Waving a had to the door, the two exited the diner, not even needing to get anything else, unless it was Oreos. To which, it would be no good, nor it seemed like Hap would buy any for Brida if she so wished. 

Being welcomed back to the clubhouse seemed to bring out, immediately, she noticed her President and with him was Roman, while a lot of people grew to like and even respect the Pavanno, there was something about him. Hap didn't like it, he didn't earn the patch like the rest of them, he was simply someone who had been given that kind of respect. It didn't feel right to her at the very least, of course, only a few ever shared their thoughts with her and she could count on her fingers how many felt the same way. It was something that brought the Vegas charters a bit of drama within their club. 

Of course, Brida immediately got off the bike and stepped towards he brother, glancing back at Hap who shrugged, giving her space, she wasn't going to get between whatever that was. It wasn't exactly business to the club. She helped because she fancied the lass. A smirk twitched at the corner of her lips her President knew her reputation and this wasn't going to be something that really wished to get involved with to start.

"You safe?"

It was all Mikey asked, of course, his gaze never left his sister, the care in his eyes were clear to all who bore witness to it for right now. It would be for the very best and maybe this is what was needed, family life often fucked with business. Mixing it never ended well for anybody, glancing at Hap from the corner of his eye, he was thankful that she helped out. 

"Yeah, Hap helped out. Though I wonder her intentions..."

At that, her brother chuckled and simply glanced at Hap who stared back, unshaken at his stare seemingly before he grunted and everyone knew that they would be having a talk about that later. It was certainly something he wished to take care of later. Right now, his sister was going to remain in Vegas. 

"I talked to Dad, he's said that you're staying here for right now. And for right now, Potts is a hang-around, mechanic, whatever the fuck we tell him to be, you got that Sister?"

All she did was nod, she knew that this situation could have ended worse and for a second, it seemed like it was going to head that way before long. Only a guardian had stepped up to the plate. Of course, she was glad for their help and what it means for her child growing up. 

"Good, now get cleaned up. I can't have you looking like you walked out a diner looking for a handout."

She flipped him off before walking back into the clubhouse, leaving the three bikers to discuss business. 

Hap sat there on her bike, knowing that she had to tread a thin line with what she had decided to do. Of course, as they both made their way over to her, she had a feeling like something else had come up, something different to the business with Cartels and Aztecas. 

"Rome..."

Hap nodded to him, while there was a tension, they knew that the bonds which had been forged between them could not be broken. It was the way with Angels, something about battle had made sure that they were always ready for what was going to come next, it was something that was needed, seriously, at the time. 

"You stepped up today, we all need to meet at the table. Especially considering a few things, recently, you noticed, there is going to be an increase with the drugs and guns moving through here. It is going to be a fucking underground city in a moment."

Hap offered both of them smokes, of course, they took as she offered the lighter soon after, whatever was going on, they were going to be needing her. It was why they singled out this conversation. 

"What's up, Prez?"

He sat down next to her on his bike, of course, the two of them were joined soon after by Roman who crouched between them, sitting down on some concrete. 

"A new player spoke to Silver when you were handling business. He told me that Senora is moving through Vegas, via a proxy. One of his associates in the ring got a big fat check, now Senora is pushing for a Brothel and Casino. Right here in the Strip, thing is, it seems he doesn't know about Frankie or my sister. He's pushing it though Basetown and S.O.C"

Fuck, glancing at her President, this was all connecting and it would turn into a war, there was no way to save everyone unless they killed Frankie and blamed Senora or Basetown. It was going to be a slippery slope, Senora was different from Avarea, it seemed the Lions were coming to play. 

"Easiah wanted to meet, talk about Basetown. It seems he must have spoken to The Aztecas first cause fuck, Che pushed it off to me."

Nodding his head, her President stood to his feet, thinking it over. Either they were going to bring in Senora or shut him out.

"Well, sister, when you meet Easy, you do it as my right..."

Glancing up at him, she now noticed the patch in his hands. [Sgt. At Arms] and she glanced back up at him with a smirk. 

"Let's make sure the good guys win, eh?"
 

Quinn "Happy" McGee entered the table room as she noticed the empty seat to the President's left. She nodded and slid into it. Noticing the grins on her brother's faces, they were glad she had finally gained that seat. It was something alright, of course, now it was time for some good old fashioned business. 

"Enough gawking, we've got some work to do. Recent events are going to start shaping Vegas as the next centre, including the Senora Cartel and Avarea Cartel, both parties have a vested interest here. Currently, we've got to deal with it, now a lot of you know, we deal with Aztecas out of respect. They ain't like the new york lot who believe themselves the originals of the city, fuck that. This is for Angel ad Canche, if this vote goes through, we'll talk with the Senora people. Along with the proxy MC, Sons of Chaos. So, Yay or Nay for doing business with the Senora Cartel."

And so it went, it was not even close, No, all around. Of course. It was something else when they all had it done, looking at her President, Hap had to ask and she was not looking forward to denying Easy. Of course, he was a good guy and had since earned himself a reputation. Of course, it did not mean he was going to be putting his patch behind them. Every club knew that the patch came before anything else. 

"What do we about Easiah? We voted this before even hearing him out but considering all the shit, we could cover this, chances are, no one even fucking knows of Frankie and his fuck-up. Keep him in New York, for now. We do damage control and see what the cartels do with one another, we don't need to involve ourselves we either, right?"

Every single brother nodded and maybe there was a way to avoid all his, for right now, it made perfect son and banging down the gavel. It was clear that she had caught the ear of her President and so she nodded, sliding out of her seat, already heading out, bringing along Tone, she would need him. 
 

Grinning, Hap sat at her bike as she saw Easy, the guy had always been around Vegas. Making some money for himself, he was one of the few players that knew how the Angels worked. 

"Happy, it's nice to see you. I always wondered when you would earn your patch."

Chuckling back at him, the two moved off of their bikes, it was still the afternoon and embraced one another in a hug before ordering themselves some food. 

"So the truth of the matter is this, Easy. We had to vote it down, mostly because we already have the business with the Asians and Italians, we don't want to rock the boat adding another person to the mix. Especially a Cartel with Avarea here as well. It would prove bloody. I kinda picked up on that when we heard the news through our sources, we're not shutting you out but there is no way we'd be able to maintain a peaceful border between Avarea and Senora."

Easy nodded before taking his order, eating it slowly as he glanced back up at Hap. Looking behind him, at his V.P, Hank. Telling him to go, of course, this was something that needed to happen in Private. 

"I get that, we tried with Avarea. It didn't work. So we needed to keep this correct, Senora ain't pissed, like any other, he wants to make money. So now we moved to Vegas, at the very least, a little bit of a working relationship, a little bit of the action, bring it to your club and let us know. We ran into some complications, it would turn out, we need you. A complication scheme of laundering Drug money, Senora promises you 7.5% of the action. Think about it, let me know, Senora wants this to go through..."

Hap nodded, letting Easy go as she glanced back at Tone, it was time for them to go, maybe this would be for the best. Of course, they all needed to vote on this, even then. it would be a while before they could start seeing the green that had been promised to them. 

Sliding back onto her bike, she thought about the future and what was next for her and the club. With this new office, it seemed like her luck was turning the right way.

Mikey sat in his office, pouring himself a glass of bourbon, after today, he needed it and seriously, otherwise he was going to be needing something stronger. Yet he caught the sight of headlights before long, they were rushing onto the lot and were already firing at him as everything swam, the glass in his hand shattered and he felt himself swinging like a door to the side as he fell to the floor and he heard the yelling...

"One of them is alive...."

He was fading for a moment only to then stop as he looked up and caught sight of a figure pouring bourbon into his wound, he roared like a demon dog for a moment, yet he was sure that the pain was worth it for right now...

"Roman, who the fuck was it!?"

Catching sight of his Vice President, he knew the man didn't deserve the anger but right now, he cared less, he wanted names otherwise head would roll from SOC, Aztecas, and the fucking Italians, anybody! He didn't give a fuck!

"Saints."

He glared, once again, who the fuck were the Saints!?