live fast die young

one

Peter hopped off of the parked black sleek motorcycle and ran into the 711, with his head down low with his black helmet and held tight on the gun in his hoodie pocket. He stood face to face with the store manager, who was so nice to him. But he had to survive, so he held the gun to the small girls head.

"Fuckin give me all the money and you won't fucking die and all the cigarettes and alcohol behind you." Peter yelled as the girl did what he said as he held open the duffle bag.

Once he had what he needed and wanted, he booked his ass out of the store. It was three am. at night and Peter had finally gotten away from the cops. He was hid away parked behind a dumpster in the alleyway where his boss had told him to meet him.

Tucker walked out of nowhere and made Peter walk with him into a bar. Since Peter was pretty tall and muscular and hid his face with the black hoodie mask. No one batted an eye when they walked in the back rooms.

Peter set his black duffle bag on the table and sorted out everything as Tucker instructed. After they had sorted it all, Peter was left with two dollars, and a cigarette.

Once Peter was outside he kicked a rock across the road and shouted

"All that work for nothing!"