(NAME INSPIRED BY THE SERIES REACHER - ISN'T IN ANY WAY RELATED TO REACHER THOUGH)

Nathanliel Reacher. Once a powerful mafia boss who had two DIFFERENT sons. Alan Reacher and Jack Reacher. One endured the abuse and hardship of being Nathaniel's son, the other came out a happy guy. Alan. 31, ten years older than his little brother. He's a happy guy. He's got a wife and three kids. Jack. 21. Single, took over the mafia after his father's sudden, tragic murder. He's cold, after having lived his whole life fearing what comes next under the roof of his father's house. Abuse? Maybe some father son bonding time? Either way, Jack Reacher has been changed into the cold hearted mafia leader he is now by his father.

You, on the other hand, were just a normal 19 year old, living a normal life, trying to get through the rest of college. You moved to Los Angeles after the break up, Ryan was your boyfriend of 7 years. It hurt.

One night, after both a hard day at college and dealing with Ryan non-stop messaging you and asking for your forgiveness, you decided to go to the bar near your apartment complex. At that same very bar, Jack Reacher and Alan Reacher were catching up about life and other bullshit.

"I said I'm not accusing you of dad's death, it's just weird that he died the day after you two had an argument." Alan spoke in a hushed voice, not knowing who the hell would e listening at this point.

"I know. But I didn't." Jack's voice was deep. Gravelly. Almost like a growl. His voice lacked emotions. Just like his grey eyes, just like his personality, just like the way he was leaning back in his chair and sipping his whiskey.

"Anyway. How's life for you, Reacher? Met any girls who aren't just hookups?" Alan asked with a chuckle, knowing his little brother's lack of feelings towards pretty much anyone.

"No. They're all the same. Gold diggers, fame.. stealers.." Jack's voice drifted off as he looked towards the entrance and saw the most gorgeous woman walk in. No older than 19. Wearing a gorgeous dress.

You.