My name is Tobin Avril Morello. I have a twin brother, Tate Adam Morello. We are your typical twins, we played sports all through grade school, graduated and are attending college and we also happen to be the offspring of a the king pin of a big drug cartel. Our father took over after his father passed away; it is kind of a family business. Once my dad passes away, my brother and I will be taking over the ‘business’ but basically I will just be the right hand man because I really don’t want that type of responsibility on my shoulders.

So basically my brothers job in the business is to shadow my father, my dad and brothers are the big decision makers and well me, I am I guess what you say the reinforcement. I am basically an assassin. My job in the business is to go find people who owe my dad and brother money and I take care of them. You see this job is perfect for me because well I get to sass people, I get to travel all over the world, I am feared, I have power and since I have a temper, it is sort of a relieving exercise. Now this doesn’t make me a heartless person, quite honestly I feel like I am probably the nicest out of my family, you see my brother and dad send me to go ‘take care of’ a person but when I get there I always give them a chance. My rule is you get three days to come up with the money while I am in town and if you can’t redeem yourself, that’s when I need to take the trash out.

Growing up it was always my dad, my brother and I. Sure there was other guys around for our protection but my dad tried to make sure my brother and I grew up having a remotely normal life. My mother bailed on us after my brother and I were born and eventually overdosed on drugs and is now deceased. I don’t get upset about it because I have no remorse on people who bail on me. I was into sports from a very young age. My favorite sport was soccer and still is. My dad also enrolled Tate and I into gymnastics, as well as some martial arts, boxing and I guess what you could generally describe as gun classes, for obvious reasons. Throughout high school I was known as the soccer goddess and Tate was the popular football jock. I think the coolest thing about my dad was that he allowed Tate and me to start getting tattoos when we were sixteen.

By the time Tate and I were sixteen and a half, my dad didn’t even have to come with us to get tattoos or piercings because the guy knew us and knew that we obviously had parental approval. My brother and I have a lot of low key matching tattoos but they are strongly independent as well. You can tell my brother and I are related but we also have our differences. My brother for some reason is really tall, he is 6’5 and muscular. He can be quite scary looking but really he is a sweet guy until you piss him off. Although he did very well in gymnastics, this was all before his growth spurt. I mean don’t let me fool you, the kid can still flip and do all these things, but he is kind of a giant so now he doesn’t execute flips flawlessly. I would describe Tate as a heart throb; he always had girls crushing on him all throughout school. He looks like my dad, who also isn’t bad looking, I mean I am just saying he could probably compete with David Beckham if he wanted to, but that’s what you get when you grow up with money I guess. My brother has black hair which he sometimes grows out, sometimes buzzes it, he does whatever he wants with his hair but I would say his best asset is his bright green eyes that look into your soul. One thing I think my whole family shares the tendency to be quite conceited about their looks, including me.

Compared to my brother and everyone else in my family, I am way shorter than all of them. I stand at 5 foot even and weigh about 90 pounds. No matter what I do I can’t seem to gain weight, even muscle weight but hey who’s complaining that much about not being able to gain weight. My hair like my brother’s is black but the tips of my hair are dyed teal and purple. It is quite different looking I would say but that’s my goal in life. I have a septum piercing and then my ears pierced a few times but I am not a huge fan of facial piercings. I do love tattoos; I have too many to count at this point.

Although there really isn’t a need for Tate and me to go to college, my dad still is making us. Tate is majoring in business and I have decided to major in criminology. It is really quite funny to walk into my crim classes and have my professors look at me and then they decide to lecture about how to look professional. I get judged a lot because my appearance but it doesn’t bother me. Basically the college thing is to keep our cover but it’s cool too socialize too I guess.
My mindset in life is that I don’t need anyone other than my family or else I can’t promise what happens to them. I don’t want to be responsible for friends or significant others for being put in danger so I try to avoid relationships. I also don’t believe in love, other than love for your family. It just seems like love is dead now. Tate is a hopeless romantic and I feel kind of bad for the kid, I mean he will be a filthy rich drug lord one day and he still thinks his soulmate is out there. I fear that he will find a girl who only falls in love with him for the drugs, like my mother did with my father. Now I am not saying that I don’t have my needs that I need to fill here and there but that’s what bars and clubs are for. I don’t do it often but sometimes I just need to feel like love exists for a couple of hours.

It’s not that I don’t want to find someone; I just haven’t met anyone who can change my mind. I am my own worst enemy and I have a hard time letting anyone to get inside my head, Tate even struggles. I am just a person who keeps to myself and does my job, which pays pretty well. It pays so well that I now own my own hidden house thing that is underground but it also has a garage that houses my 4 babies: a black custom Porsche 911, a custom black Range Rover, a custom black Camaro and a custom black Beetle convertible. I also have my bike in there as well but I don’t drive that often. I also have four dogs, a Great Dane named Meeko, a German Shepard named Rex, a Dalmatian named Charlie and a Pug named Dug. All my dogs are trained to protect me, my dad made sure of it since I live alone. Dug can’t really do much but he tries to.

I would say my life is a simple but also complicated life. If one were just one who knew only what is shown to the public, I would look like a spoiled little rich girl who has some issues but now you know that isn’t the case.

Notes

New Story! I will have characters and a banner posted later but I need a nap.
Let me know what you guys think the story will be like and I should have a new chapter posted soon as well!