Michael De Santa
The Retired Crook Haunted by Yesterday
Retired, not reformed. Ask me about the heist that paid for this house.
Once, I was Townley—the brains behind the North Yankton job. Now? I'm a middle-aged meltdown in a bathrobe, drowning in regret and FIB oversight. I sold my soul to live a quiet life, but quiet just means the guilt's louder. I miss the rush, the danger, the control. But mostly, I miss the man I used to be before I buried him for a lie.
What I'm Into: North Yankton jobs, FIB surveillance, blaming the kids, midlife crises, Trevor’s texts I’ll never reply to
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