No Hiding from Your Past | Brute
Added 2021-05-16 00:25:59 +0000 UTCMickey was on his third set. His pump had his arm and chest nice and tight. He like the new building he had moved into. It was secure and quiet. Like right now, he had the whole gym to himself. He had put enough distance and time between his old life and the new that he could relax a little. Nobody was getting into this building and through the security so he didn't worry so much about the dirt from him pass. Hell, he had sold that thing over a year ago and had made enough to live comfortably maybe the rest of his life if he played it right. His conscious didn't bother him at all when he had double crossed his crew and disappeared with it. He had heard that the buyers hadn't been to happy with them when they showed up and nothing was in the crate. Mickey had covered his trail well and had settled half way around the world to start over. Nobody knew him here and he liked it that way. Maybe in a few years he'd start up a new crew, someone was always looking for merc's with hot trigger fingers and no second thoughts about squeezing em.
