"Hap, you good?"

The Irishwoman groaned, she was clearly not okay but the fact Tone had to voice almost made her lash out on instinct. Of course, she calmed down, but right now, their President had been hit by some fucked up gang who thought they had a chance here in their fucking city! No, SHE wasn't fucking good...

Of course, she seemed to display that enough on her face, turning to face Tony who backed up within moment, knowing that Happy was one of the few people that didn't need to be pissed off. She was worse than Mike at times, who was currently getting stitched up and at least he was awake but this deserved an answer cause it wasn't anyone big, it was some up-jumped hoods! 

"This means war, I swear by the fucking angel itself, I'm not standing here while our Prez lays there, what the fuck is this!?"

Everyone wanted some revenge, some of the Prospects were more vocal. Oak be one of the few people that seemed to vocalize it to the maximum, people knew the relationship between Mike and Oak, he was one of the few people that decided to prospect for Vegas. His year was almost up, everyone agreed that he was going to be a full patch. 

Of course, it didn't stop him from doing stupid things and considering she was the only one out here, by all means, she was in charge. Of course, it left many things to it. One is that the spot of Vice President was currently vacant due to the fact Roman was helping Mike, they were all at the underground hospital, bullet wounds were a surefire way to get something else questioned. Especially trafficking. 

"Calm down Oak, blowing your top ain't good for any of us. I promise you, these Saints and whoever their fucking leader is has stepped into a fucking arena with he lions, alright? They don't know dick about us, they decided to take a shot for the one that was holding the Asians and Italian alliance together, Mikey. If anything, it is a message to them that they can break it all down within a fucking moment and all it takes is One. Single. Bullet!"

She met the eyes of her brothers then, she loved them and she would die for them but this was not the way for her as well. Being a leader in a time like this, she had proved it once but now it was a matter of living up to the office and power of what this gave her.

Stepping closer to all of them, all the prospects, the brothers gathered around her, they looked to her like any other Brother or Sister in this life, it was always meant a little bit different and yet here she found herself in charge, it was either going to be calm before the storm or it was going to be a time where she would lead a massive assault against the Saints and they would learn why they looked up to Angels for guidance...

"For right now, call Bohen, I want Summerlin up here, right now. Four guys should do, and lock this place down. Cause fuck if we're going to let this go, alright?"

The followed her orders as she went inside the table room, shutting the doors soon after as she slid into the seat on the left, closer to the head chair of Presidency more than anything else. She was shocked that this was what it brings, she shook her head as a single tear left her then and she gripped the gavel tight before softly knocking it against the table. 
 

Ongoing at the New York clubhouse, they were enjoying the company of some women, of course, Konnor was with his wife, Connie. She always something else when it came to this life now, their kids were running around the clubhouse. Being entertained by some of the other brothers. 

It was peaceful beside the situation with their eldest two, of course, Konnor had taken what he had said now. He inked out the tattoo, it was no longer right to be there. It was the past and he was here, in the present and that is what would bring him the best of adventures, with a grin he leaned forward pecking Connie on the lips as she walked away, leaving him to go do some things in the kitchen. 

"Konnor, We have Issei on the line..."

The Dragon hadn't been a sight in New York for a while now, business in Las Vegas was picking up but it was certainly a breath of fresh air not having to deal with the blood obsessed animal. At times, Konnor was sure that the One-Eyed Don of Vegas had some kind of voice in his head, there was no way he was normal at times. Of course, he brought this to no one but himself, he was trusting of his brothers but some of them were fucking gossip whores, didn't even know when to shut the fuck up. 

Nodding his head towards Joe, he took the phone from him, hearing Issei and surprisingly he was quiet. He was sure then that something was up, just as he was about to talk into the Phone, Issei decided that now was the best time to talk and it was something that Konnor never wondered would happen in his life...

"Michael, he's been shot Konnor..."

"I'm sure I heard you correctly, brother..."

Currently, this wasn't a sick game for the dragon, no chuckles or anything that would give way for Konnor to view this as anything other than the cold hard truth, President to President, especially the mother charter and one that would obviously bring the entire club down in Vegas without so much as a how do you do. 

"An organization making themselves known in Vegas, wanted everyone to pay attention to them. They're known as The Saints, either way, they've targeted your son and he's alive. Currently, Hap's got The Strip on Lockdown instead of a full-blown war that could spell blood running the streets for months to come..."

Konnor breathed a sigh of relief, at least his kids were alright for now. It was better that way, of course, Issei wasn't done and there was something else in his tone of voice. 

"We need you to look for an Elijah Winston in New York, we've found some information that he might be the Boss of the Saints. If he is, that means their influence stretches far beyond the streets of Las Vegas and New York, be careful..."

With that, Issei hung up the phone, effectively this was a job and yet this felt more like a mission that had to be done, for his family. 

 

"Issei, not that I'm excited to see you here at meh door, what does this have to do with the recent business that has come into contact with my meh club..."

Happy approached Issei with a smoke in hand a scowl on her face, obviously, she didn't seem like she was in the mood to entertain the Asian Shot-Caller, who looked the same as she did. In the end, it was all about them working together and currently, Issei was trying to do that, making sure that each of his partners seemed like they were going to be whole. 

Of course, the very nature of the club went against that, they were Outlaws, they were never meant to be linked to an Organized crime group besides that of the true Irish supporters. Something that would've to be brought to the table for the two of them. Of course, that did not matter right now, considering the business with Michael was getting ahead of that. Rightfully so. 

"Elijah Winston, head of the Saints and a big shot-caller with ties to every African American gang in the U.S and he's making big plays. He's organizing them, giving them territories and they're treating him like he's the God of the new world. So initiation happens, turns out, a few gangs were tasked with taking out some of Vegas' key biker groups. Some succeeded, others did not."

Hap frowned, she had never heard of this Winston and if he could keep under the radar, it wasn't good for any of the parties involved. It would have to be swift before any of them could truly see what the man was capable of if people were already killing to get his favour, what would they pull off when they really wanted to give him results? 

"That's all you found? Fuck Issei, you're supposed to be the tie here man, Akeno is back in Kuoh, you're the leader and you got nothing else!? These fucks attacked us! Alright!? They brought this bullshit to our doorstep! How the fuck does it look to the Italians, to the Mexicans, to the fucking Irish that Black is pushing in, hm?"

Issei knew that this was a dangerous game, of course, it was something that brought them into a different type of game, these Winstons were only making themselves known now, they had all this time to make a move...

"What's next?"

Issei gave Hap a look and for once the two of them could share this, whatever happened next, it wasn't going to be something that brought them a smile, it had to be something they could agree and maybe it would take using some contacts fort hem to get ahead of this...

Hap motioned for Iss to follow after her, she was going to need this and the club was going to need help. It was clear that these Winstons had connections, they had Police on the payroll and they were going to use that, they were a danger, in this day and age, it was something they had to use and it brought a small smile to her face, she would find them. 

Every move had a captain leading the fucking field, they had to find the one leading the Winstons and teach them they stepped onto the wrong fucking field to play a game with them. 

"Question every single one of those fucks, anyplace from here to fucking Reno! I don't care, you find me a lieutenant, a fucking soldier in this city, in this goddamn state Issei and we start to find out who ordered that hit, do yer hear me?!"

For a moment then, Hap and Issei would work together to find out who the fuck this threat was before long, it didn't leave them to hope that they could easily conceal themselves from them, yet it left much to be desired in this game. It was going to be a long battle and yet the Irishwoman found herself thirsting for it...

 

After Hap finished up with Issei, she was left back to wondering, the Summerlin boys had come up. They had kept watch with some Tommy's and a few pistols, it didn't leave much to the imagination, they were left as lookouts on the rooftop. It gave Hap a sense of peace before she stepped up to the plate, for now, she was calm, only that didn't last long before she heard some beeping coming from a car that clearly wanted entry. 

Growling she stormed out of her offices and held up a hand to Flesh and Scarface, they wouldn't be needed right now, for now, they could keep themselves trained on the car. Before the person in the car could trying anything, of course, she was backed up by Oak and Tony, both of them opening the gate as a Black Roosevelt came past her and parked in the lot, they were bold, she would give them that. 

Of course, when they stepped, Hap couldn't help but give the woman a once over that had her biting her lip, of course, it stopped when she noticed the men behind the African American woman. 

"Miss Mcgee, it's a pleasure to finally meet you..."

Narrowing her eyes, she was having her suspicions about who this was and by how much she had come in with, her guesses were getting close to the truth, maybe she was apart of the Winston family. There was something about them, the way she held herself and continued to stand there with confidence, even as the gates closed behind Happy. 

"Get meh name out yer mouth, lass. This is simply business, now why are you here and with men carrying guns?"

She asked, being the naive one as she knew her brothers were already putting together what she knew, the woman she reached inside her waistband, of course causing her name to spring their guns and for the rooftop lookouts to aim their Thompson's at the black woman with ease. 

"Woah, this is...comfortable. My name is Raelyn Winston and I work for Winston Inc. We're here to talk to you about your recent business with the T.I.S. Yakuza, and the Pavanno's. We'd appreciate it if you stopped selling guns and moving their drugs to such people, if not, I'm afraid the death of your President will be the least of your problems..."

Immediately, her men acted the part, it was almost like Michael did die, of course, they knew he was alive. She said it with ease. Clearly, they got false intel and these Saints, they were very much dressing the part but in truth, she was as dirty as the rest of them. 

"Listen, little girl, you've fucked with the wrong club. Run back to Da' now, aye? This is going to be something a little than what you are used too, no one tells the Fallen who we sell guns too or move the weight for. Not You, the Cartel, Yakuza, or even the fucking government."

Raelyn smirked, stepping up to her and seemingly it brought a whole lot of tension as Happy met her eyes before the rep of the Saints back away, nodding her head before stepping into her car with her men. 

Watching her Hap didn't think this was going to be resolved with ease, yet she noticed something then. She spoke with the intention that their men had killed Michael. They came here gunning, now it was time to give it back to them. She had a few calls to make but it was going to be clear...

"Get every single number one and two in the country on the horn Tony, there's going to be a war. I don't give a fucking rat's ass, they aimed to kill a President of The King, they were going to kill the Prince and fuck, that means war. Killing a mother charter President's son, they were going into knowing that it would mean blood..."

Tony nodded as they all watched the Saints exit for right now and for a reason, they felt like the lines had been drawn in Vegas. Blood would spill...