Looking at the nervous man seating there like a duck, Papa John smiled.
"I assume you didn't expect my visit, Mr. Lincoln." He said with a smile as he walked his huge 6'5" frame to the couch across from the Bad Angels boss.
Lincoln is a smart man. He had to be to create what he has today, with a bunch of morons that he had at his disposal. That is his downfall.
Many years ago, Lincoln tried creating a gang for his own. He was just a citizen from New York City, but that New York was chaos as it was before Chief Lawrence shut down the criminals almost completely.
He had tried, at that time, to create his gang. Unsuccessful, as the guys were all on their schemes with that time's major organization. It mostly had three. The ones denominated Bloods, Italian Mafia, and Latinos.
Though no one liked the Latinos because of their large drug supply and violence spreading through the city, even the Italians and Bloods.
Which didn't leave many options, if not a war for control of the city. So that's what they did, war.
Bloods and Italians beat the shit out of the Latinos, and then the city got in conflict, even after the war. The rest of the people with Latin heritage were going through implosion, as they felt threatened by the other gangs. The Italians, went forward with the threatening, wanting the leftover of the Latinos business. Blood also tried to get their cut.
The balance had been broken, Bloods now confronted by the Italian mafia were trying to put an end to the matters. Taking the whole of New York City as their own. Make their own place.
After the Italians realized what was going on, they immediately fought back.
The city became even more of a battlefield. People didn't know what side to stay on, because crossfire was everywhere. The islands of New York became divided, and no one dared to cross.
The government abandoned the City, as they tried to send resources once but it had been too much, and it turned out useless. Coupled with the Cold War happening at the time, which took more importance to them, and because the cost of that war was high, they 'let it be for the moment'.
People tried to protest to the gangs, that the violence was getting too much. The Police couldn't do shit, the force dominated by white people, plus the racism that was evident at the time, made the police the first to receive bullets by the Bloods side, a gang with majority black people, as they had received bribes from the Italians before, but even the Italians didn't want to associate with them. That's why it came to the point where the police became the oppressed.
Few sane people tried to band together, and after that time's police chief died, people tried to include one another. By hiring anyone willing to help in their cause, trying to gather people to guard each other as the city was chaos.
By the time Chief Lawrence arrived and received the letter from Nicholas, the city was just criminals. Italians, Bloods, even others like Chinese, and American gangs settled their criminal business in New York. The Police were just an ornament.
As the letter took effect, New York rose again. It was four years of knocks on the door of criminals, as the police finally managed to secure the city to acceptable levels again.
And when they did, Bad Angels tried to raise themselves, which was hard, the city was in crisis as what became the economy for years, crime, was now almost ceased.
Bad Angels rose, but slowly as they had to adapt to the new system with the police and new laws and rules. Years came and coupled with the existence of other gangs like White Chalk, they were suppressed as not much was left for them to do.
Bad Angels had brought their name gathering the people struggling in the black neighborhood. In the beginning, their philosophy was that they would make it right for black people. They only brought people from the hood, trying to help one another. But when it was slightly good for them, they got used to it, not wanting to grow power like one of the major gangs, that was the regret for Lincoln.
He didn't have ambitious people, or smart people to support him, otherwise, he could swear that he would made it bigger for him and his family.
He wanted his people to be like Demetrius, the kid who rose the fastest through Bad Angels ranks. Although he lacked will, but Demetrius had discipline, he knows what is at stake and he tries to accomplish something, even if it's just ordered.
Well, he couldn't ask for much. It looked like his fate was over.
At this moment, Papa John had just sat on the couch as he began to speak what was on his mind.
"You know, Mr. Lincoln. Firstly I wanted to just disband this little... reunion that you have here. No fruits came to this place, even years after being planted. I thought you people from Bad Angels were really weird. You guys have protocols, don't go out much in the same car, try to stay away from cameras, and much more. A delicate algorithm to not get caught by the police. Yet, I find it weird that you guys are so... poor accomplished. Wouldn't an organization like this have much more fruits at this point?" Papa John wondered as he looked at the ceiling as if looking at the sky for an answer.
"That was when I first met one of your members. It came to me, you guys don't have what is required for this business. Some of you are just trying to live the next day, others are just morons pestered by this century's curse, the need to consume. Or in your case, your members have the need for luxury. But none of them understand that to have that you will have to work for it." Papa John spoke.
"You understand my shiit. People from where I came, little they have to start, few are the ones who get out. I try to tell what we need to do, what we can accomplish... these motherfuuckers just like to stay on socials, show their piece and fuuck hoes. OG's who lived what I lived, those are too hurt to recover, they lost too many." Lincoln spoke what was on his mind. He had his hands holding the sides of his head, he felt almost like the pain was stabbing him.
"Yes, I see you are in conflict with yourself. That is why I want to present you this." Papa John said as he gave one of the bodyguards some papers which he brought out from the briefcase, to deliver to Lincoln.
Lincoln looking at the papers, noticed the insanity of this. These are all the properties from the gang, it had all listed. How much power does this guy have? That's what Lincoln thought.
Lincoln had made sure to make the money untraceable, going as far as bribe a few people to make sure it is uncovered.
The exquisite weapons, the knowledge of his possessions, without mentioning the fact that they managed to get into Bad Angels' facility without alerting Lincoln himself.
"Where you getting with this?" Lincoln asked raising the paper.
Papa John with his composed, yet relaxed demeanor coupled with his smile, answered.
"I want everything Bad Angels' owns."