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Chapter 454 Crash
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His plan was flawless. He was going to walk into Teller's old lady's store, pull out his gun and force her to go with him. He was going to zip tie her hands behind her back, put duct tape over her mouth and eyes and throw a blanket over her. Simple and easy to execute. He had everything he needed in the front passenger's seat.
It had been easy to find Teller's old lady. A few days ago he'd followed Teller from TM to his old lady's place. The next morning, he followed her to her store. Maybe if he'd taken her then, his plan might have worked. Instead, he'd gone with the riskier plan to kill the MC by luring them to the abandoned chair factory with the phony tip on some missing girl.
Taking Teller's old lady wasn't about raping or beating her. He wasn't that kind of guy. He was just going to get some money out of the Sons for her and if during the exchange he got a chance to kill some of the Sons, then he'd take it. To really wipe them out, he needed an AK, but he didn't have the money or connections.
She'd surprised him. She was real good looking and he made his first mistake when he figured a woman that blonde and pretty wouldn't be very smart. Her store door would be left unlocked. When he found it locked, he'd quickly improvised a story about buying a present for his sick mother. He used all his charm to get her to sell him some glass piece of shit and she refused even when he offered her all his cash. That's when he lost it. He started rattling the door desperate to get to her. He couldn't believe the bitch had actually pulled a gun on him. She even looked like she knew what she was doing. What were the damned chances that Teller's old lady was some kind of professional shooter?
It had been risky as hell coming to Charming. He had to get out before the fucking Sons showed up, grabbed him or killed him. He ran to his car, jumped in and tried to start the piece of shit car. The engine wouldn't turn over. It sputtered and died. He tried again and again. The engine caught and turned over at the same moment he saw Clay Morrow walking towards his car.
He clenched his teeth resisting the urge to shoot Clay with the gun he had in the pocket of his windbreaker. Clay wouldn't be alone and there were the cops to consider. Killing Clay would feel great, but he wanted to live. The best way to do that was run away and come up with another plan to get money when he was safe.
He backed out of the parking place without even bothering to look. Getting away was more important than automotive courtesy. A car honked it's horn angrily. Esai didn't bother to flip the guy off. He shifted the car into drive and pulled away jamming his foot hard on the accelerator and running the red light.
There was a crippled up old man on crutches crossing in the crosswalk and yelling. He steered to the left knowing that he wouldn't be able to avoid hitting the man, but stopping could be fatal for him. He chose his life over the old man's. He clipped the old guy sending him crashing to the road.
Esai kept going.