"We haven't made enough with past business, that's a surprise, considering all we've done these past few months. Spreading our influence, maybe we should have taken a greater look at Los Angeles, especially with the business south. "

Uri and Joseph spoke plainly, sitting at opposite ends of the table, to the right and left of them, respectively, sat the President's chair. Usually reserved for Konnor and yet now it was up to them to handle this business.

"We have, in many forms, we have the business of Adult Entertainment, something we need to discuss, especially Konnor, brother."

Uri knew where this was going, he shook his head reaching for the Oreos that sat on a plate in the middle of the table. For a serious man, he was a kid when it came to this stuff, some of the brothers swore that his eyes lit up like an addict. 

Of course, there were times that the man had been nothing more than a lovesick fool, a lot of the brothers heard the stories. The woman for Marx, the one that defined him as a man, one that defended his brotherhood and admitted his transgressions. He was someone that would have been led down a different path if not for her. 

"That time is one we do not need to talk about, maybe, those women are meant to be what made him who he is today, our leader, understand? We've come this far, how could we not see it to the end now, eh?"

Joe was always different, being the second in command, he saw the managerial side to their commander. The man that had survived to this point in his life, before the Aztecas had decided themselves to be Kings of Mexico. In the beginning, it was only the Angels and those who defected to start their own clubs. 

Back when the club had been nothing more than the Heavenly Host Motorcycle Club. A single fucking charter, nothing more than a bunch of old people trying to make something of their lives after fighting countless wars elsewhere. 

"We have but now we have this opportunity, especially with the Asian plug Issei Hyoudou, the Italians with Leliana and Salvatore. I hear Salvatore is coming out here as well, to pay a visit to someone's grave."

The information about Salvatore was common knowledge at this point, he had fallen for one of the rare Asian beauties he said. His sister had heard the stories, so the rumours were told and they found it back here, to the Angels, who heard all prayers. 

"Salvatore Pavanno is not our business partner, he is not Capo Di Tutti Capi. Nor will the rival families around here ever allow him to reach a title, back to business, seriously."

Grunting, Joe moved on, knowing that they had seriously got off topic with that move into Konnor and his various partners across the world. It wasn't a surprise that some of the Russians were trying to have a meeting with them now. 

"The money, it's going to be split, Jersey will handle the Shipments of the guns and will receive a 15% cut. There's a hell lot of jobs that will be getting done throughout the day, the first is what we're doing, brother..."

Now that got a risen brow from the V.P and it was certainly because he didn't even know what he would be doing, of course, leaning back, Uri was going to make sure that he enjoyed this a little well. 

"We're handling the Fallen Productions money, all of it, a little bit of this and that, we can rest up. Plus, we get to be Entertainment Kings!"

Chuckling Uri stood to his feet, taking the papers and moving to the door knowing that his brother was following after him, they would be able to handle it...

"Before you go, I want Creary and a few of the prospects, have them make a drop to Marquez. King wants a sitdown, eventually..."

Riding with Joseph proved to be a welcome endeavour, they took two of the Prospects with them, the clubhouse could cover enough. At the very least, it would be a fucking enjoyment time for the rest of them and what they needed. 

Of course, it usually brought something else, only this time, it brought nothing but a peaceful ride as the two removed themselves from their bikes. Only to notice a few different bikes, they stood there, helmets and sunglasses still adorning them before they removed the helmets, placing it on the handlebars for right now. 

"Who the fuck is?"

Surprise caught them, a few tall men walked out of their joint, clearly with two of the girls and they seemed to be enjoying themselves, laughing as if they owned the fucking place and with a growl, Orkon stepped forward. He was the President in times like this, Uri simply kept a hand on the Prospect's shoulders, keeping him calm for right now. 

Only he knew what would happen if it came to it, the kid would be needing a shit ton of balls before long if this turned left. Neither Joe or Uri recognized the patches, Maureen would have called them if a few of the higher grade patches rolled through their joint. So these were either a low-level or mid-grade bitch wannabe stepping into something that they didn't even have the pants to step into...

"Who the fuck are you guys and what are you doing on our turf?"

Joseph asked with a grunt, getting their attention as their eyes flickered off of the women who had grown tense, already knowing who Joe was by his voice and turned their heads, standing still as they saw his patches. He was making sure that they were still doing their business, he was all about making money, sometimes. 

"Damned, Buffalo, a proxy for Hoxton, he called us down here. I'm Cain, these are Bull and Donut."

Joe eyed them for a moment before simply rolling his shoulders, it got Uri to calm down for right now. There was something for the both of them, so they were here for a reason and they didn't want to cause problems, that was something they could all work with, for right now at the very least. 

"Joe, you know what the patch means. Hox never mentioned sending down any reinforcements, yet you haven't caused trouble, any patch over requirements or just that Buffalo is a big enough city for all you brothers?"

Cain chuckled then, shrugging his shoulders before directing his attention elsewhere for a few moments. 

It was clear then to both Uri and Joe, there was nothing stated in terms of requirements but for right now they would keep the muscle, maybe it would be a nice introduction into how they did things in New York, for right now. 

"Follow us then, your President is probably with my guys, handling a shipment of ours."

Cain grunted moving forward, his patches forgetting the women and following after Joe as if he was the very President of the US himself...

"How long have you been President?"

"Three years, before that, we ran prescription drugs, small-time shit. We were barely scraping by but the old President, he wanted something different, a little say in how our brotherhood ran."

Joe nodded, mainly true, a lot of Presidents, the ones who lived in the past were ones who knew what the Drugs and Guns did to a crew, especially if you were a small-time band of misfits who didn't know a Boss from a Goon. It was something that a lot of the younger fucking members needed to learn. 

"And now you're asking for a seat at the table from Hoxton, you know, shit is different out here in the East. Out there on the West, they have peace with Los Aztecas MC, Out here, there ain't no peace. Trust me, we think its a rogue faction, we've spoken with Canche, shit is different, are you ready for that?"

Cain stopped walking for a moment, calling for a little meeting, of course, he was a President, he held his patch for the years without a fucking coup on his hands. He was someone that deserved his position as a Boss, even a President and it was something that Joe was going to brush off. He gave him a nod, standing off to the side, allowing Uri to entertain himself right now. 

The young President did seem to look double his age then as if he was fighting the very battle his predecessor fought every day. To take the jump and become one of the sharks in the massive ocean that was filled with deeper depths and more terrifying monsters that lurked at the very surface of the Ocean. 

"The Aztecas, along the border and here at home, they killed my club. Almost pushed us out, it was Hoxton that gave my president help. Deciding that we could fight and live, instead of dying and be forgotten. Ressurection came, with the Irish guns, Hoxton made us a legitimate threat. By proxy, the Angels took over every dope den, port, and the very police in Buffalo. Fuck, an ant doesn't move in Buffalo without us knowing about it, Joseph. I'm ready for this."

Joe kept a blank face for a moment before it went simply blank and he brought the young President in for a hug, slapping the patch on his back, already imagining that he was one of them. A fucking patch over, it was good blood and it would allow for all of them to grow at the very fucking least. 

"Good, Hoxton needs soldiers and you're going to be one of his very commanders in this battle to come. Against the Aztecas? I don't know, but we prepare, understood brother?"

Cain nodded and the two would walk onto the set of Adult Entertainment with the intention of enjoyment, of course, life for a Brother in the Angels was never easy like that...

"Maureen, this is less, what the fuck is going on?"

Joseph held onto the very thin envelope that had to contain a few thousand bucks at the very least. Of course, that couldn't be right, this place at the very least always made $250,000-$350,000 Per fucking month, now it was down to this kind of shit!? Something wasn't right, after all this, it had gone down to envelopes instead of duffel bags of cash. 

"What else? None of my gals is working, they're terrified with this recent Winston bullshit. Especially Deri, she made up most of our money, recently subscriptions have gone down and we've had less of a catalogue to supply."

Well, that explained it, the star was always someone to hold together a performance for all the other actresses and actors. This Winston bullshit had cut into the business end of their career, a legitimate source and yet being connected to the Angels, it made them feel like they were not safe. 

"Any kind of ties that she has to the club? Something that we could convince her with?"

Maureen shook her head and sat down at the desk, Joe looked at Uri who simply gained a thoughtful look, going over to the telephone at Maureen's desk. 

"What are you doing brother?"

"Getting us business, people wanna make money, well spend some to make some, $2,000 for each girl that works tonight, triple that if they can get a subscription type of deal. Double if they get privacy."

Uri was already getting to work whilst Joe simply watched him, it was a great move, but they didn't have that many girls, especially they would need to have some of their own people guarding the girls, it wouldn't be a simple type of business like this one. 

"What about the ones not working?"

"Fired. We get new ones, the ladies at the clubhouse, there's like twelve of them, that's more than enough, from the girls here, we'd be paying upwards of about $200,000."

Joe nodded, they made more than that from the Drugs ends of the business, the fact that this was a legitimate source of business only added to the fact that Konnor had made the right call in this case. Of course, there would be twenty girls working here tonight, some new as well. 

"Alright, you're not going to have them pay to enter, the real money comes from the girls, they're paying for the night of their lives..."

Lighting up a smoke, the sharp sound of the lighter echoing throughout the room, it was clear, Uri was going to enjoy his ride as the King of Lust.

"Bingo, brother, now time to make the calls..."

"Alright, we got the calls going, Maureen, have a seat."

The woman was clearly worried, in the room with the angels you never knew if you were going to meet a guardian or the devil himself. 

"We've taken care of this, for now. The girls will be paid $2,000 and from that, they get the money we need. We charge more, then there is booze, which we also charge for. We're going to be making more money, especially once we get out of this dump, turn this into a fucking real classy joint. For the girls, who can work that way."

There was a difference between whoring and being a star in the lustful business, Uri knew that and even he knew how to play the game smart enough. Yet he was willing to make a few adjustments, it would be easy enough, for one, it would be a welcome transition. 

"I understand the situation, Uri. No need to play the boss here, we all know who I answer too..."

"We do but right now, you're talking to me. Konnor hired you out of respect to Pincheel, along with your second cousins. You're in this business for a reason, Konnor respects your family. You're in the back because Konnor placed you there. Now, shape the fuck up!"

Maureen met his eyes and for once, she was sure that those eyes would have meant something if they were not daring her to simply calm down, take what was being said and use it. 

"We like you, seriously. You've made us more money than we thought possible, now we need you to expand and progress, more money, no drugs, no guns, no illegal shit that gets us taken down for that bullshit. We need you clean, so from now, that's what you'll be, here..."

Uri gave her the money back and left it on the table for her to take, it wasn't a setback for them. The adult entertainment industry was simply a way for them to adjust and make a little bit of cash on the side. 

Maureen knew what he was asking her, to take up his plan and build more than a simple building for shoots and private parties. He was looking for an empire of women to build upon, of course, there was something in it that left her feeling ready and willing. He wanted her to become a key part of what they were building with her. 

"Do you understand what I am saying, Maureen?"

Joseph simply allowed Uri this control, he was the one that knew how to manage the day to day business, talking with their partners and shit, it seemed like he was more than capable as he took a puff of his smoke, exhaling as he created circles with it drawing smiles from the Sgt At Arms. 

"I do. I'm ready to help you guys, Uri, seriously, I won't let you down..."

"Well thank fuck, go prepare the girls while I go make sure we have enough booze and the prospect can pass the information around to the right people..."

"Shit, if I didn't know you, I'd say you were taking this ride as the Lust King, a little too seriously, eh?"

Joe and Uri stood side by side, just outside the lot as night was descending upon them. They knew that soon enough, it would be time for their brothers to move the guns with Jersey, of course, that also had to be handled a little more smoothly than a battering ram approach.

"It worked, we don't have to bring it to the table. Maureen is going to expand, besides this little productions, she could expand it to the other Managers, make a fucking empire of it and we'll see the rewards, money by boats, by duffel bags, by women in nothing but panties brother...fuck man, that's the dream because there ain't no blood on it..."

Joe took that in swing, knowing that he was speaking his truth, in truth, White didn't want out of the drugs and guns, he really didn't. They had discovered, they were more than vital, they were the most valuable piece. Without them, the networks would fall and they would have no means to continue their push into the states. The Irish would lose ground to the Russians, it would then be Asian on Asian with the Yakuza failing to defeat the Sun-Risen Warriors, along with Pavanno's fighting clans of Italians from all over. 

Coming out unscathed would be the Latinos, they would be the ones with the Aztecas as their sole distributor, yet that would become a problem if someone fucked it up, it wasn't going to be the Angels in the East or West, they were fighting their own problems right now and it wasn't for Joe to think about another club. 

"All it can be brother, shit, money always has blood on it brother, we just don't see the specs of it. Shit, you've made a stride, you made a good plan that has me thinking, we could have been legit if we were not going into the brothel side of things, we keep it low and we make sure that we can easily increase our revenue, as always."

Nodding his head, it was something that allowed for Joe to simply think, with Uri being the one behind this plot, it would be best for him to think about his own, one that could not focus on the club itself. Maybe it was time he had a talk with a girl, see how he could do as someone in a relationship, he wasn't getting younger at all. 

It might give him some free time, of course, without another word, the roar of motorcycles were heard and some of the brothers had arrived causing the party to start and the lot started to fill with some radio playing all over, it was nice for all of them, it brought them a moment of peace and true brotherhood...

"Enough moping, brother, let's get some food and enjoy what this night has to offer, eh?"

Well...fuck.

That was the very thought coming to Uri's mind as he sat up in the very place he didn't imagine himself being.

The Fallen Angel Productions, he shook his head before noticing some of the girls had simply smirked at him, winking, he took the looks with ease, putting on his kutte as he walked to the coffee pot, pouring himself a cup filled with sugar. 

He took a sip before heading into the office. 

"Look who's awake, taking on two women at once, he did me proud, seriously, I could have never expected it from anyone else, such a star he was..."

Growling like an animal, he rose a hand and Uri silenced Gerry, the man had obviously come back from the run and had seemingly got here in time to simply relax, have some breakfast. It did seem like Konnor was still handling business, from what they were told from the Buffalo guys. 

Chuckles echoed in the room as he sat down on the couch furthest away from Gerry who eyed him like he was planning something more. Of course, giving the shitty member a simple look was all he needed to do. 

"How much was made in the one night?"

Uri asked with such ease, the gruffness in his voice seemingly intensified as he didn't even want to talk about anything else. Especially considering the looks he got, he had a feeling that it was more than two women and that Gerry was going to enjoy informing him of the already hazy night. 

"We got a few people from the police department, some women as well, especially some lawyers, some higher-ups. It was a fucking party I tell you, of the cut we paid to the girls....we made about $175,000...."

Wait a minute, did Gerry fucking say that? It almost caused him to drop his coffee, almost, he wasn't ready for that shit just yet, he was still listening and wanting to make sure that this was going to be one of the better options. 

"More women, more tastes, more subscriptions, we made money, brother. Enough that we made that much in how many hours?"

Gerry smirked over at him, dropping a brown paper bag into his lap, of course, he looked into it and he saw it all. Of course, there seemed to be more counting as he looked at the prospects and some of the other brothers gathered. 

"What's that?"

"The other half of the money made, the girls got their cut, we're still waiting on ours, brother. Plus, sold the guns, gave Jersey their 15%. They also enjoyed the party...we've made more money today than we ever have in a week, plus we have more than enough to sate the Irish...."

And like that, the laughter began and the brothers celebrated, it was all good now. They were making their moves and would begin to reap the benefits from all of it....

"Uri..."

The left-hand man of Konnor Marx glanced at the women to his right, they were obviously trying to gain his attention as he drank his coffee, finally leaving his brothers to the enjoyment of what they had done, they made this happen, business, a true one as it was.

"Lucia, what do you want?"

Walking away, he motioned for the one he called to follow after him, knowing that she would. She was someone who had worked here for a majority of the time that he had patched into FAMC and finally reached his place at the table. 

"A promotion..."

Finishing the coffee, he sat down on a couch, gesturing for one of the prospects to take the coffee mug as he reached into his pockets for a smoke. 

Finally reaching a pack of them as he glanced at Lucia, lighting it up with a hesitant need for himself to relieve this...need. 

"Currently, that's up to Maureen, she'll be heading on her way soon enough. A different kind of project, I guess you know that hence why you decided to approach me, you want to run this place."

He took a puff, her running this kind of place, she knew what the girls got up to and she would know how to fix morale. Keeping the money flowing would be up to a patch probably, most likely Creary, he was the one that had been trusted most after Gerry yet Konnor filled the treasury position for anyone, yet. 

So if that would work, he had no problem bringing her name up, of course, something always had to disturb the peace as heard some yelling outside, he raised his brow, looking for Joseph, maybe he was handling it...

"I'll bring it up to Maureen, you have my word."

Lucia nodded, heading off as she bowed her head and looked to the girls she had surrounded herself with, they had been all smiles. There was something there, he didn't like it, he would keep an eye on them...

"Lachlan, this ain't the time, brother. You know times are rough and tensions are high, calm down..."

Joseph was being the voice of reason as a few of Los Aztecas had rolled up, VP to VP, it seemed like some shit had gone down and the Angels were being blamed, all of them being accounted for. 

"Listen, Joe, I can't hold this off, brother. This is a warning, Avarea, he heard some shit went down, in his territory. Seems like South Cali decided to ride in and burn down a clubhouse of ours...."

South Cali!? What the fuck, glancing back at the gathered President and his proxy, he knew that no one had even heard a single thing of what had happened. So there was going to be a war, with the cartels? No, he was going to prevent that shit, even if he had to make a difficult choice, for the betterment of the club...

"FUCK! FUCK!"

Joe growled and for a moment, they were witness why he was called Crazy, his eyes had lost its life for a moment as it seemingly broke him that a charter had broken off, defecting, possibly killing their President and decided that retaliation was needed.

"We handle it, in-house, what happens next, he falls by an angel, alright!?"

For once, it wasn't denied and the patches on Lachlan's side simply nodded in response, they knew what he would be doing to secure his club and to put to bed the border business, yet it would need a new presence, something they would need to secure, especially if the West had got hold of this, he would have a talk with all the charter Presidents and see what was next...

"Thanks, seriously, it means a lot that you let us handle this brother, head inside for a moment of peace or coffee. I'm going to handle business, fuck..."

Joe walked off, sitting on his bike, he caught Uri's eyes as he turned over his bike and didn't even give him a nod before going off on his own. He was riding alone and this wasn't something the angels often allowed but during these moments, he needed to be alone for right now. 

In truth, the saying was right, the angels and their work was never done, a peaceful moment never seemed to be be lasting, even right now as they counted cash....

"At some point, you'd think peace would reach the mind of so many others. Yet here we sit, gathered around this same fucking table..."

Speaking softly, it was clear that Joe was speaking with barely restrained anger, he was a man that had seen many of his brothers die, in wars against the Aztecas and various other organizations who had now become their allies. 

Yet this, the moment of betrayal, it stung like he was the one who had struck the blow, to simply move off of the brotherhood, he needed it and it needed him. So many brothers had broken off, deciding that life as a rogue group was better than that of a joined collective, trying to make money and keep the peace within their own. 

"We dropped a note off to Marquez., luckily, a draw for peace had been giving by us, he knew that we could keep our word. We wished to give them this moment, a chance to all make money, and now we have this-"

Slamming his hand down on the table, it did not cause any of his brothers to tense or even shirk away, no, they nodded, encouraging it. They too wished to deliver a justice that was felt around the world, something that every charter in every country would now understand, they were the mother charter and they set the example from here. 

"This retaliation will be met with action from those of the Vegas Charters with the Northern and what remains of the Southern Cali charters to join up, eliminating the threat and making sure that we can easily bring about a wave of peace throughout South Cali. With this, we will have many patch overs to secure our reach within the area..."

He laid out the law, Konnor had trained them all for this very moment, a day where he died and the orders of the Vice President were to be followed. Of course, it had to be him, Joseph Orkon, the one with the Crazy mind to reach out and bring the people to justice, it was his destiny as the Acting President. 

"The vote is not needed, we and they know they know the rules, death is the only thing that remains to an angel who falls twice. So let it be..."

They all nodded, some of them leaving already, leaving Joseph and Uri to sit there for a while....it was needed, a moment to themselves. The weight on their shoulders, the moment where they had to order deaths of former traitorous brothers, it did not feel as easy as Konnor made it out to be...

"At some point, living this life, it won't get any easier...." - Estarossa Pincheel, The Archangel 

"The legend..."

Joe looked up from his seat as he looked around the clubhouse, something was there, he knew he could have done something more, yet he let it go for right now. 

"The man that started this club, you know, when he came back to it, I don't think he imagined drugs and guns, I like to think, it was the others that brought it along. The Pavanno's, they were too innocent, the fucking pussies...."

Uri spoke with such ease, of course knowing that Roman was a Vice-President for a charter, the same one that had gained their own infamy in recent times. They had led the wars in what would become one that defined their club. 

"Yeah but Estarossa speaks like a troubled soul, he doesn't want to be the one that delivers the sword swing, nor does he wish to issue the sentence. He wanted to be a businessman, this club. It was meant to mean something else apparently. A way of living outside the lives of the mob, yet he didn't know, it would become something that La Cosa Nostra needed..."

Joe spoke with ease as he fiddled with a smoke, continuing his read, he never thought he would say it but there were some things in here. Like opening up some studios that branched off the usual, giving the company a little more, a little legitimacy. 

Yet there was something more there, Estarossa wished for a way to bring the club into something more legitimacy, he had to know what it was and then it caught him, like the city skyline of Las Vegas, it blinded him...

Racing, he shook his head at the concept and yet he knew, there was something there, another name called out to him, one that he heard Michael Marx speak of during the many parties that had been hosted throughout their time here when parties were held...

"Uri, you know a guy named Scarfo?"

And like that, without even knowing, Joseph was going to bring in something else and he would need the help of the Red Dragon, Issei Hyoudou....