"We never thought this transition would've taken so long. Things up in Northern Cali are just only settled down. And our other interests it's finally starting to land in the black." Chibs said. We began the meeting. I sat in the middle of Bishop.

"We've had a few sea changes ourselves."

"Oh, yeah. How is El Padrino?"

"Settling into the suit."

"Shit we had going we haven't made, uh, the handoff an easy task."

"Well, the North Cali Port Authority has made that decision for all of us. They're closing down Mendocino port, which means the Irish will have nowhere to bring their guns."

"Shit." The men swore. I sat there, nervously. I didn't know what to do.

"How long?" I interrupted.

"Two weeks." Chibs gave me an answer. I started to look through my papers.

"Does that fuck us up?" Bishop asks.

"No, we're still good." I whispered back to him.

"There's one more shipment on the way. That arrives Tuesday. After that we get nada."

"That explains the urgency."

"The Irish are nervous. They're already looking for new dealers. I'm sorry we're dropping all this shit in your laps right now, but it's just the way it is."

"You want to bring them south. That's why my crew is here."

"Aye."

"Russians run Long Beach. San Diego's a naval clusterfuck."

"Farther south, brother Mexico. We have contacts in Tijuana. An MC down there runs the port."

"The Vatos Malditos." The room got tense.

"Cabrones, man."

"Shit."

"What?" Chibs was unaware.

"We just had a little a run-in with the VM. Didn't end well." Bishop explained.

"Well, fuck."

"Look, El Palo is a friend of mine. He didn't mention it when we talked." Well he can be a liar or keeping it on the down low.

"You talked to them already?"

"Yeah, I had to make sure we could make a deal. They're coming up here." The men swore.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Easy." Chibs dialed the room down.

"Hey, look. If Palo didn't say anything about a beef, that means he's willing to sit down. Okay, nothing's gonna go off the rails with us here. You got my word." Said the Vice.

"This bad blood it ain't historical. It just happened. You can sort this kind of shit out. Come on. There's a lot of money on the table here, gentlemen. I'm sure we can put a deal together where we all come out whole."

"You bring them to the table. They're willing to talk we're willing to listen." Bishop puts out.

"It's a beautiful thing. That's all we wanted." Chibs smiles. We got out of the room, i went back out to finish my smoke. I stayed with Ez while everyone was inside.

"I can feel that room with rage." I told him.

"Welcome to the club." He laughed.

"Hey, when you're done filling those up, why don't you hit ours, too?" Pinky and the brain came back, bothering Ez. I leaned against the bike, which was Angels.

"That's not gonna happen." Ez said as he finished putting in the gas.

"The fuck did you say?"

"Clear it with my sponsor."

"Well, fuck that, bitch." Ez and I just ignored them. We continued to talk about the room. I then felt hands on my hips. I quickly turned and pushed the skinny one off of me.

"The fuck." I spat.

"Whats a nice piece of ass doing in place like this?"

"Dont fucking touch me." I growled.

"Or what? I dont see anyone claiming you." They started to look around. Ez was about to jump them but I didnt let him. It wasn't worth it.

"I dont need a man to handle my shit. Nobody owns me." I flicked the cigarette butt at them.

"Make yourself useful, get your ass to work and Buy us gas and fill our tanks." They threw money at me. I was getting really mad. But I couldn't hurt them.

"Hey!" Coco yelled. He was angry. Riz and him walked up to us.

"Pick up your money." Riz said as Coco walked up behind me.

"Dont you ever talk to her like that again." Coco's eyes were filled with rage.

"Hey, this don't concern you."

"Yes, it does. Get lost."Riz spat.

"She-" Coco bit his lip, and cracked his knuckles.

"Shes my old lady. You fucking touch her, im going to kill you slowly just like what they did to your primo. And for the prospect, he aint yours." I stood there, shocked.

"Are you choosing a prospect over a patch?"

"Nah, we're choosing a brother just doing his job over two lames." They pushed him. He was getting mad. I pulled his arm and pulled him to me.

"Coco." I whispered to him. "Let it go, they aint worth our time."

"I'm feeling a little burnt out from the ride. Hey, prospect, do me favor." He demanded.

"Yeah?" Ez answered.

"Fuck this bitch up." Ez smirks, he then looks at me.

"Marisol?" Ez steps to the side.

"My pleasure." I slapped the skinny one, kneed him in the balls and then punched him in the face. "Fuck you." Then Ez proceeds to beat the shit out of the two.

"Big mistake, prospect." Riz, Coco and I stood there watching.

"What the fuck?" Angel said as he saw what was happening. "He can't hit a patch."

"Can if I tell him to." Coco told him.

"That's fucked, man."

"He put fucking hands on us." The asshole complains.

"Just obeying orders." Ez shrugs.

"Bullshit."

"What? You want to bother the Kings with this petty shit right now? Go ahead." They both walked away.

"All good, boy scout?" Coco asked.

"Yeah. Thanks." Ez laughs. "I fucking needed that." We went back inside and I helped Ez get cleaned up. "Why didnt you let me hurt them?" He asked as I patched his lip.

"And have me miss the fun?" He looked at me. "I had it handled."

"Sure you did. Those hits, gotta say, impressive."

"Haha thanks." I laughed. We went back to the room where the others were.

"Vatos are here." Tranq announced. We all stood up, the room was quiet. I stood by Ez and Angel, looking at the Vatos coming in. The Vatos and SAMCRO had some words and we all went back to the room to start again.

"Santo Padre, with respect will schedule with the Irish. VM unloads and stores, transports to East Cali border. We think 30% for the Vatos is a fair cut." Bishop, Ramos looked at me. I nodded.

"We're good with that." Bishop called it.

"And how much will it cost us for the port official?" Chibs asked the Vatos leader.

"We unload twice a month. Secure storage." Then him and another were in a private conversation. "Ah. 7K U.S. dollars."

"Sounds about right."

"What's SAMCRO's take?" I whispered to Bishops ear, 10 percent was where we stand.

"We were supposed to get a cut for the first two years, but considering it's taken almost three years to hand it off-"

"We're okay with that you getting the 10%." Bishop cuts him off.

"That's what Teller wanted." The Yuma president said.

"That's more than a fair deal, gentlemen."

"Hey. Okay. We'll throw half of our 10% to the Vatos. 5% for restitutions."

"And, uh What about the Mayans? What about their restitution?" Said the Vatos president.

"You lost men because you came into our fucking backyard." Bishop exploded. "No call, no respect. What the fuck did you think was gonna happen?"

"We didn't know it was still your territory, man. Thought you were too thick with the cartel to care if a few patches came and made a little border scratch."

"You were wrong." I looked at Angel, who was keeping a close eye on me.

"Fuck you, traidor! Mayans killed nine of my men."

"Because you were fucking wrong!"

"Can we just agree that maybe you're both fucking wrong? Come on, brother. You need to put something on this fucking table." I leaned to Bishop.

"Bish, first year, 5%." I whispered to his ear, making him whisper into Ramos ear, me to Yumas pres. they all nodded. "First year we'll match your 5%."

"Fuck that bitch! 20%!" They slammed the table. They started to fight.

"Fuck, man!" They all took out their guns and stood up. I was the only one sitting down. Scared matter of fact. Coco was behind me, placing his hand on my shoulder.

"Jesus Christ! Fuck! You fucking Mexicans. You make us Scots look sensible. You're making the lady uncomfortable. Im sorry dear." Chibs looked at me. I gave him a soft smile. I wanted to get out of there. These Vatos are getting me scared. "How about this? Let's say the Mayans match our 5% for two years. Come on, gentlemen. Get your fucking dicks off the table." They all put away their guns and sat back down. This is the first and last time im ever coming back to this things ever. "This is a fair deal. There we go. See? Civilized. And now we're all a little bit richer. Slange Var. Cheers to you all." Then men raised their glasses and drank, without breaking eye contact.