"W-who hurt you?" I softly ask the aggressive guy and he looks at me with a deadly stare.
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Brooklynn Aubrey Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Brooklynn isn't your average tomboy with a pet panther and tiger, no. She suffers with an anxi...
He groans. "You know why! They shot me, tied me, something my parents did!" he says.
I sigh. "I know... but wanna know why? Because that's the team. They're aggressive and mean when it comes to people interfering with the gangs and fighters they go after. They wanted answers as to why you did. Landon trust me, when you're apart of that team, you're family" I smile.
He takes a deep breath and looks at me. "I-I don't know"
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"You're going to be okay. When the Oliver, Damien, Kyle and Bruce came in the team, they were officially family. How they got in the team? Grandpa was training in a public gym when those four came up asking for him to teach them boxing. We all have a story, Landon" I convince.
He clenches his jaw. "Do you really think they're gonna let me join? They hate me. I hate them... as soon as we see each other, we're gonna bite each other's faces off. Me because they hurt me, them because I got in their fight"
I shake my head. "I'm a daddy and grandpas girl, I got this" I wink. "Please?"
He sighs. "Fine"
I smile. "I'm proud of you! We're gonna take it slow... introducing you guys. So I'll talk to the team now! I'll tell you when to come over!!" I smile and quickly kiss his cheek before running off.
I get in my jeep and drive back home.
So here's the thing... the team is still looking for Landon and they don't know I've been working with him.... so they're gonna be hella pissed when I tell them.
Eh
I arrive home and run into the house to see the team all sitting there. "Look whose home" dad crosses his arms.
I playfully roll my eyes and look at everyone. "Ok guys... I have something... big to ask of you" I say.
They look at me. "Guys what the fuck! I told you before, stop looking at each other and say something!" Kyle groans.
"Something" dad and Oliver smirk.
"Ok I'm not gonna respond to that shit because last time Archie threw me into the glass table" Kyle says.
Dad smirks. "Okay, what do you need to ask us?" grandpa stands tall.
I sigh. "Ok ok please don't yell at me for what I'm about to say" I disclaim and they look at me with a go on eyebrow. "I've been hanging out with the guy you're looking for-"
