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Blood- Part 4"Well good morning, Mr. Mars. What are you up to today "Blood- Part 4 by somethingforthepain9
Mick recognized the cop hovering over him from when he turned Nikki in at the police station. He couldn't have been any older than thirty. His sandy blonde hair was cut short and his icy blue eyes struck fear into Mick's heart.
The guitarist pushed all fear out of his mind and dredged up his darkest memories of Nikki. He remember the time when Motley was just getting big and Nikki was coked out of his mind. His angry words still rang loudly in Mick's head. "You're a selfish motherfucker who will never love anyone."
Turning face to face with the cop he narrowed his eyes and sneered. Letting venom drip from his voice, he said,"I heard the little fuck broke out and decided I outta find him myself. The little prick never could let things run their own course."
Mick actually thought he had done a pretty damn good job until the cop raised an eyebrow and suspiciously looked the car over.
"And how did you find out? His escape hasn't been
I'm a sick motherfucker,
I'm a sweet sucka mutha,
'Ain't no one tougher,
I'm a wreck, I'm a sleaze,
I'm a rock n' roll disease."
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