Esme was able to tell at once that someone was approaching, and from the sudden tensing of Aaron beside her. It was a Maestro. As the Maestro takes a seat beside her, Esme scoffs to herself. The leader of the Maestro's was brave to sit among the Rider's, and for that she was slightly impressed. Esme gives a signal and one by one the Rider's reluctantly relax, though many still shot looks towards the Maestro. Some even moved further away for drinks or get ready for races, or to flirt. But Aaron stuck beside her. Then the Maestro asked a question.

At first, Esme didn't want too answer, but finally she did. "Thanks to my father, he is now my future husband." There was a hint of both disgust and repulse in her voice and Aaron sends Esme a half sympathetic look. Esme half mutters,"He just wants to be the biggest and most powerful gang, and he thinks he will achieve it by marrying me and gaining an alliance with the Rider's, and my father is to stupid and thickheaded to realize it." Aaron let's out a low chuckle at that. Not many called the Rider leader stupid. Though Esme did just state what many of the Rider's were thinking.

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"A month." Came her response, Brock had been persistent. Doing everything he could to move it closer and closer, but had failed every time. Callum, who had gotten a bit soft in last year or so, had hardened back up. Making sure the Wolves' leader knew exactly who he was messing with. While Esme appreciated the fact her father was no longer a push over, she wished that he would agree with Esme and cancel the wedding. The Rider's did not need an alliance with the Wolves. Not one little bit, their other alliances were holding them strong. To ally with the Wolves? That was just a snatch for more power, greed that ran through Callum.

It made Esme wish that Callum would step down and allow his daughter to take the reins. But the eldest Atherton was oblivious to the fact that about ninety percent of his Rider's were more loyal to his daughter then him. Aaron hesitates at the Maestro's question, both pride and unwillingness to leave Esme alone with him, keeping Aaron there. Esme waves Aaron off,"Go ahead, snag me a vodka while your at it. Please." Aaron reluctantly leaves. Barely seconds after Aaron was out of earshot, leaving the Maestro King and Rider Princess alone to talk, the Maestro began.

Esme listens quietly, her gaze absentmindedly following the races. Until the Maestro had finished his plan, and Esme processes it, and debating. "Very well, with any luck, my father will realize he's getting to old to lead and hand the reins down to me." She pauses before continuing,"Until then, I am unable to do anything to keep the Wolves at bay." She mutters to herself,"There is no fire to hold the Wolves at bay." She then continues, speaking a bit louder for the Maestro to hear. "However, if you double cross me, then I will not hesitate to retaliate." By that time, Aaron could be seen making his way back towards them. A whiskey in one hand and a vodka in the other.

There was a pang of sympathy that came and went from Matteo’s chest. Taking a moment Matteo cleared his throat. “If I wanted to double cross you I would have done it in the past few weeks. It’s better for the both of us if Brock is out of the equation.” With just one slight movement all that weight of eyes cams back. No doubt a couple of guns were pointed his way aswell. Slowly but surely Matteo pulled out one of his business cards. It had a valid phone number but that was it. Any name or other info was fake. He clutched the card between his pointer and middle finger for a moment before extending his hand towards her. “Just contact me when you are ready. A burner will do” At that moment the man returned with his whiskey. Nodding his head Matteo took it from him and started back towards his group. Even if the princess trusted the man Matteo would never. Anybody could turn around and become a leak. Having to deal with the leak in the right manner requires no emotion towards the individual.

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Earlier Mattie has said that a burner was fine. What he had meant was a burner phone. In the past his father had hated the idea and much fathered to meet someone in person. Said that you could never be to careful as far as someone recording your words. Though being honest Matteo much rather the phone that having to deal with assholes in person. Knowing his temper he might have shot them all. Important matters would require in person meetings but still he needed a way to get the person the address.

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After returning back to the group Mattie gave the untouched whiskey to someone else. If the bar tender knew who it was for it could have been spiked. Of course so could the vodka that the rider was given. Though she probably knew the risk considering she grew up in the mafia. Spiking someone drink was by far the oldest trick in the book. Matteo much preferred the whiskey back at the base anyway.

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Originially Matteo has planned to race but considering it was his first time back in a while he felt ok watching for now. People watching was often interesting. You can learn a lot about a person by the way they walk and hold their hands. All the while Mattie couldn’t take his eyes of the rider. “Matteo!” Snapping out and shoving his beanie back on Matteo let out a soft sigh. “What Cody?” Though he didn’t even have to answer as Brock was seen talking with Andy at the bar. It makes you wonder who’s cheating who. Clearly Cody knew that Matteo had caught wind of the pair so he kept his mouth shut. When Matteo has kicked the rat out he had told him that he next time he was seen that it would be the end.

Esme simply grunts, inclining her head ever so slightly. Taking the card and tucking it in her pocket, as she watches the Maestro King walk away with his whiskey. Accepting the vodka from Aaron as he leans against the car. The current race was between Brock and another, and Esme was glad to see that it was Brock who lost. Though she was not so glad to see that the Wolf leader was heading her way, and she lets out a low whistle. Very quickly, each Rider snapped to attention and gathered around Esme, providing a quite efficient blockade. Leaving Brock no choice but to leave the Princess alone.

Esme let's out another whistle, this one louder and a bit more musical. That was to summon the other Rider's that were spread out across the track. While the whistle didn't reach all the Rider's, word did, and one by one each Rider returned to Esme. The Princess grunts,"Let's go, we've got business to attend to." The Rider's glance at each other, however say nothing as they all get in their cars. Each one roaring to life, before the sleek cars move slowly through the crowd. Esme slows near the Maestro's, inclining her head ever so slightly towards their new leader.

Before she hits the gas and follows behind the other Rider's towards the base, and towards what the Princess could only wish, a whole load of secrets to get rid of the Wolves. Aaron radios in,"What happened back there, E? Is everything okay?" Normally Esme would have trusted Aaron with the information, but even then, Esme took no risks. "Oh, yeah. The Maestro leader just decided he wanted to congratulate me on my engagement." Growls came through the radio, all the Rider's that were with her hated the Wolves, well all the Rider's did. But the one's with her weren't afraid to show their hatred of the Wolves.

Esme sighs,"I know. But perhaps with a bit of luck, Father will see what Brock is really up to and then we can get rid of the Wolves." She thinks to herself, if we get real lucky, we can get rid of Brock and take the Wolves gang and make them Rider. Esme lets out another sigh as the group gets closer to base and slow down enough to flash their ID and allow the gate to open. The Rider's shoot through and the gates close behind the group.