Mickey Milkovich

#34 – Wish

Every truck stop had its share of prostitutes, and Mickey knew a lot of them either from telling them to fuck off, or taking them up on their offers. But there was one truck stop that he never missed an opportunity at.

He wasn’t Ian. Not even close, no matter what Mickey might wish. But his hair was almost the right shade of red and his build was similar to Ian’s. Every time Mickey stopped here, the kid came right to his truck. He never questioned the name that fell from Mickey’s lips when he came, and Mickey never offered.


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#29: Tired

Mickey couldn’t really explain what had brought him to the front door of Kev and V’s place, tired and sweaty from trying to outrun Sammi for what had seemed like a small eternity. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit a part of him wouldn’t have minded if she’d landed a shot. Not if he and Ian weren’t going to be together anymore.

There was one reason he’d kept fighting, though, and that reason lay just beyond the door of this house. When Kev opened the door, Mickey caught his breath and very simply asked, “Svetlana and my kid here?”