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Standing in a line, he and the others he’d traveled with shook hands with the men who’d been in the room beforehand. He introduced himself to all ten of them, then they were invited to sit. Emilio Auclair and Steven Moore sat at either end of the table, and Emilio started the conversation.
He looked a lot like Eight, dark hair and eyes, no beard or facial hair. Eight started shaving his a year before, and most of the rumors were about him trying to look younger.
“We agreed to take this meeting together to make it easier for all involved, but make no mistake, we don’t work together.”
Dante spoke first. “We understand and appreciate that you’ve done this for the sake of time. My associates have clubs that moved to Colorado years ago and have made a success of their businesses. Moving up here would be simply to expand on those.”
“Right,” Steven Moore said. He, too, had black hair, but his skin was red from the sun and his blue eyes were sharp, narrowed. Indio could see he didn’t trust them at all.
Kirk spoke for the Devil’s first. “I’m here to assure you of it, but us staying to ourselves isn’t all that is in it for your clubs. When we separately added chapters to Denver from LA and New Mexico, we saw the money we could make by joining on the marijuana venture. The Aztecas, via Eight, have the means for the growing of it. Together we invested money into the dispensaries. We’re selling at a rate of fifteen to one against all the other dispensaries in the area. We’d like to bring that success here.”
“The Kinsmen don’t sell pot in Montana.”
“Neither do the Blood Nations,” Emilio added.
“Then we wouldn’t be stepping on toes, que no?” Eight said as he looked around at all of them.
Indio knew he had to speak up to show his leadership. “Whatever you all have going on, we, like Eight said, have no intention of getting involved with. If you’d like to partner on our shit, you make the call, and we’ll hash out the details.”
“You talk like you’re set to move up here, even without our permission.”
Dante spoke before anyone else could, and not only Indio was ready to do just that.
“Gentlemen, please, we all can work this out without whipping out our dicks and measuring them. The two clubs are here right now as security for my venture. They’ll continue to be that for some time to come. Now, it’s a very small area of Montana, tens of thousands of acres, but they’d like to have more members come here, purchase homes, set down a life. That is what we’re here to negotiate.”
“So, what you’re saying is that, then. The two clubs are moving in with or without our permission.”
Indio stiffened and Eight, next to him, felt it. He shook his head just enough to let Indio know to chill for the moment as he spoke next. “We’re not here asking permission. We’re here as a courtesy. We understand your two clubs have run Montana for decades. We respect that. All we want is a little piece of the place, doing our own thing, and we’re here to let you know that we have shit to do that you can profit from. If you want.”
Indio backed that up by saying, “I’m here for the long haul. I’d like to work with you guys, but I ain’t gonna lose sleep if you want to stick to your own shit and let us have ours. We can pass by each other, give a nod and move along.”
Dante smiled over at him before he spoke to the men again. “Gentlemen, there are many ventures that can enrich us all. We may need more security than the Devils and Aztecas can provide. We will also look after your families. We don’t intend to come here and take over any region that you were making money from without adequate compensation, of course. Whether or not you join us in money making, we’ll pay for the territory you might lose, and in turn, you leave these men and my men, the ease to conduct our own businesses how we see fit.”
Indio nearly laughed at the slack expressions. There was little to argue with when Dante spoke, and the man knew that. They could turn them down and lose money or jump on board and it would benefit them.
Still, Emilio looked right over at Indio and asked, “You’re the new president for Montana, if you move up here?”
“Yeah. I am.” He said proudly.
“And you won’t eventually want a patch-over?”
Shaking his head, he asked, “From what to what?”
“From Aztecas to Blood Nation. We have Central and South American members.”
Eight watched him closely, they all did, but Indio didn’t have to think that over for a second. “I’m Azteca. I’m not patching over.”
Emilio smiled, which threw him. “Loyal. Okay.” To Dante, he turned and asked, “What kind of compensation?”
“Well, I’ll buy the territory for my friends, or you can join in our ventures. Which are you more interested?”
Emilio said, “Maybe both. A discount on the territory, and a smaller percentage of the business rights.”
Dante smiled warmly. “That would be fine with me.” He turned to look at Dog, then Indio, and asked, “Gentlemen?”
Both nodded in agreement. The floor was then to the Kinsmen.
Steven grunted, “Fuck. That shuts me down for protests on their move,” he said, then smiled. “I like that deal. We can take that, too.”
