Tucker

Hate At First Sight

Tucker

My life is a long story so I'll sum it up as best as i can since all of us have our own story.

I'm Tucker Jax Archer.

So here's the thing. The Archers are dangerous feared famous killers in the whole world! It all started with my great 15th grandpa, Lock Archer. He escaped prison and death row multiple times for being a well known killer.

Majority of the guy Archers have been put in death row, just obviously successfully escaped.

But still to this day VERY well known and dangerous, dead or alive.

The Archers have been around for years!

We're well known. Everyone knows the Archers.

So that means hella gangs and mafias are after us.

We're not a gang, were a strong powerful team along! With consists of my dad, grandpa, 'uncles' - Mitchell and Hudson, and I! My great grandpa passed away, but left my grandpa something strong that he had to step up from when my great great grandpa passed away as a tradition...

The Red Hooders.

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"POW!" Enzo and I laugh and high five each other.

"Good gang guys, now you can go off, shower, fuck your wives, I don't know what you do after our fights" grandpa laughs.

We all laugh. "Well I'm heading off to a hot date with Sunshine" dad says, wiggling his keys.

"Enzo and I are off to workout" I wrap my arm around my twin brother.

"Hell yea!" Enzo flexes.

"Brothers" Hudson laughs.

"I would've had a brother" Mitchell turns to dad.

"That was nineteen years ago, it's over dude" dad says.

If you're wondering, my dad killed Mitchell's dad. Gabe.

We barely talk about it and when we do, it gets nasty.

Mitchell shakes his head. "Right. Well I'm gonna head out. Peace guys!" he throws up the peace sign.

"Bye" we all say before he gets in his jeep.

"Already, lets go Enzo" I say, taking my arm off him and he nods.

"See you back at the house, dad" Enzo says.

"Don't get into trouble like you always do" he laughs and we laugh along, getting in my black Lamborghini.

So all Archers live in a mansion with everything. A pool, football field, horse stables, gym, anything you can think of.

But we all like to get out of the house sometimes.

So Enzo and I go to the public gym like once every week.

Feels good to get out.

I dangerously speed off and go onto the highway.

Then I notice Enzo's hand slyly stretch out.

"Aux is mine bitch" I snatch the aux cord and he groans.

"I never get it!" he huffs.