Page 146 of Jagger's Remorse
The second we’re back, Squirrel calls church, not just officers—everyone. Full club meeting.
Squirrel looks up at me. "A lot has changed since we were in Mexico, and now it’s time for Scarlett to speak."
"Brothers," I address them, wearing my property patch and Eduardo's ring. "We stand at a crossroads. Continue as we've been, or evolve into something greater."
"What are you proposing?" Squirrel asks from his president's chair.
"Full integration with Sinaloa. Not as contractors—aspartners. Equal shares, equal say. The cartel needs us to move product. We need them for supply and protection."
"And you'd oversee this?"
"I am Sinaloa now, so yes."
Debate follows. Concerns about autonomy. Questions about tribute. Worries about federal attention.
I answer them all, laying out the vision. How we'll structure operations. How we'll protect the club while expanding power. How we'll use cartel resources to eliminate rivals and secure territory.
"We vote," Squirrel finally says.
One by one, the patches speak. One by one, they vote yes.
Unanimous approval.
"Then it's settled," Squirrel announces. "Iron Veins MC partners with Sinaloa. God help our enemies."
Power secured, I turn to immediate threats.
"Digger," I call him forward. "You know about the problem coming to your doorstep."
I project the files onto the wall for every single person to see. The photos. The surveillance logs. The obsession clearly documented.
"This prosecutor—Yuki Nakajima—she's hunting you specifically."
"Let her come," he growls, but I see an interest spark in his eyes.
"She will. But on our terms." I smile. "Sometimes the best way to neutralize a threat is to let it think it's winning."
"What are you suggesting?"
"Give her what she wants. Let her get close. Let her think she's building a case." I hand him a burner phone. "Document everything. Every interaction, every line she crosses. And when she goes from investigation to obsession, we'll own her."
Digger grins, dark and anticipating. "I like how you think."
"One more thing," I announce to the room. "In approximately seven months, the club will have a new member. Smallest prospect you've ever seen."
It takes a moment for the words to penetrate.
Then Raven gets it first. "You're pregnant?"
"I am."
The room explodes. Cheers. Congratulations. Brothers slapping Jagger's back hard enough to bruise.
"A prince or princess," Hammer shouts. "Heir to the throne!"
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," I laugh. "Kid's got to survive having us as parents first."
Church dismisses and Jagger leads me upstairs to the rooftop deck, looking out over our territory.
