Adelaide has been a tall tale around here for as long as Sonny has known Rodeo. Sonny knows the bond between the King and his little sister is close, but they've been apart for a damn long time and there's another thing that Sonny knows about the Dog King: his loved ones are blind spots. There are a lot of things that Rodeo seems capable of weighing objectively, but his family isn't one of 'em. Sonny has seen how love can twist Rodeo up. The Dog King's devotion to his family is both his greatest strength and his biggest weakness.
Now here Rodeo is, telling them he wants to meet with the Chief of the Pigs. To Sonny, it lands like an insult. The man who sat in this seat before him fell to a cop's bullet, and he was hardly the first patch to die at the hands of the Capitol. The police have never been on their side-- not now, and not even before they were outlaws at the world's end. Most of them have spent their entire lives ducking the long arm of the law.
"Of course we don't fuckin' trust him to meet one on one," Sonny snaps. "Cops are never good on their word. They don't gotta lose their honor over broken promises. They chalk it up to 'just doin' their jobs' and they rest easy at night, no matter what rotten cons they pull to bag their bad guy. Shit, you know better than this. We all know better than this. The system don't work for guys like us. You can't tell me this new chief isn't gonna be looking to make a big impression."
"He already let me go once," Rodeo points out, arching his brows at Sonny. "He had me. Gun down, cuffs on. Coulda hauled me in and had the glory if that's what he was lookin' for. But he just changed his mind. He took the cuffs off and he told me to get the fuck out. He told me to run. I been brought down by some real pigs before, brother. They don't take the cuffs off and tell you to fuckin' run."