Tucker Jax Archer.
Archer. The worlds most feared word.
Tucker is a very dominant sarcastic asshole with a twin brother, Enzo. Inseparable and friendless, Enzo and Tucker are well known dangerous twins. No manners whatsoever. Tucker is mainly known...
"MOTHERFUCKER!" Mitchell shouts, making me immediately jump out of bed to see him shot in his arm. I run over to him and pull it out. "Thanks man" he stands up and runs off.
"WAIT!" I shout and turns around. "WHAT IS THIS?!"
"THE MAFIA!" he runs.
I groan.
A man runs up behind me and before he could lay a finger on me, I throw him over my shoulder and stab him right in the heart, leaving blood on my knife.
I run off and pass dad and grandpa, they seem just as confused as I am.
Guess the Mafia didn't wanna wait.
Which means the earlier we can get home!
All the sudden I get jumped and thrown onto the ground. I jump out of the guys grip and grab the guy who threw me then throw him over my shoulder before beating his ass. His blood spills all over the ground and I choke him to death.
Then an arm grips around my body tightly, making me not able to move. I try kicking back and moving around, but nothing.
"LET ME GO!" I growl and bite onto the arm as hard as I could. The person holding me hits me so hard in my head then face that my nose is now bleeding. I continue kicking and all the shit, doing everything I can, but the hand doesn't let go. The persons free arm extends out to the side to pick up something and before I could see what is is, a glass vase slams into my head. I hiss with venom and I get out of his grip.
My head is pounding with pain.
I hold up an axe I found and without showing mercy, I continuously hit him with it until he's dead. My axe all drenched with his blood, I drag it on the ground as I stagger along the hall, waiting for someone to test me.
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"Вы приезжаете в мою страну и ожидаете, что мы не скажем привет?" I hear a Russian man. (you come to my country and expect us not to say hi?)
"да" dad replies and shoots him. (yes)
A man shoots shoulder closest to my heart.
I groan and leave the scene to pull my gun out to that guy.
I point the gun at his head and without showing mercy, I pull the trigger then dismember him with my axe.
Oh fuck...
My vision starts to get blurry and the guys look at me in confusion. "Tucker?!" they say at the same time before I fall to the ground.
