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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 316 Who to Kill?
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Esai Alvarez had been working everyone of his contacts to get information about what was going on over his botched Sons hit. That was when he was forced to face a harsh reality; not only did his father want him dead for screwing up the hit on the Sons, he had put a bounty on his head that would be paid to any Son that killed him. The MC was a tough life and he understood that his failure came with a high penalty for failure but putting a bounty on his head was going to far.
For a few minutes, Esai thought about the family celebrations that he could no longer attend, no Thanksgiving, no Christmas, no birthdays, nothing. He'd not only lost his father's respect, he'd lost his whole family.
He fantasized about killing all the Sons and getting back in his father's favor. Could he really ever forgive his father for putting a bounty on his head though? He would never be able to trust his father again. Even if he managed to kill all the Sons, nothing would ever be good enough for Marcus Alvarez.
His relationship with his father wasn't a warm, loving father-son type relationship. He was harder on Esai than any of his other kinds. That was why he had started his own MC and didn't attempt to join the Mayans. He'd wanted to prove himself. He'd proved himself by falling on his face spectacularly.
Maybe he should just kill his father. Did he really have anything to lose? He'd already lost his family. He'd lost any chance of getting into the Mayans. And why shouldn't be kill his father? His father wanted to kill him. Seemed fair if he tried to kill him back.
After all the years of constant criticism, the beatings and his ever present disapproval, he could kill him. That would give him satisfaction. More satisfaction than killing anyone from the Sons ever would give him.
Killing his father would at least give him some status. Maybe that would get him an invite to join the Lobos Sonora. He would have to prove he was worthy of joining them and what could make him more worthy than killing the president of a rival MC that just happened to be his father?
New plan. Kill his father. Join rival MC. Destroy the Sons. It was simple, but it would be hard to execute. He smiled at the word execute. His father wanted to do that to him and he was going to do it to him instead.
He flipped the lights off in his seedy motel just outside the Oakland. It was a disgusting filthy place to stay. He left the bathroom light on to try to ward off some of the roaches. The first night he hadn't done that. When he turned on the bathroom light when he'd gotten up in the middle of the night, it was like a sci-fi horror show. The roaches didn't scatter. They practically challenged him to kill them. He'd kill some and suddenly even more would appear. Damned things had reinforcements ready to step in for any that got killed.
Finally he found some comfort in an infomercial for some new anti-aging nutritional supplement. When he woke up, he'd come up with his plan to kill his father. MC life was a kill or be killed existence. Still, his father would be surprised when he killed him. His father would never believe he had the balls to go after and kill him. Surprise!