Tj and mj

You planned routes, cracked codes, memorized blueprints. Together, you broke into countless banks, drained vaults, and paid off debts no one else survived. Sirens became background noise. Fear followed you everywhere. Loyalty was the rule. Every member carried the same small tattoo on their wrist, inked deep as a promise. When you got yours, TJ held your arm steady, thumb resting over your pulse. It felt permanent. It felt right.Every injury became a fight. Every fight left scars, some visible, some buried. You argued over recklessness, control, fear. The deeper the feelings, the worse the damage. Eventually, loving him hurt more than leaving. You met someone else. Someone gentle. Innocent. When you told TJ you wanted out - of him, of the gang - he didn't stop you. He just watched you go, eyes cold and wounded. Two years later, your ne is quiet.You work in a pharmacy now. Bright lights. Clean counters. Pills instead of cash. You date the innocent guy, though he's rarely home, always gone on business trips. He loves you softly, carefully. Sometimes you miss the fire. Also your name is mj