Tuesday morning. The sun filtered gently through the clouds, illuminating the path that Oscar must follow. He stood up with a clear purpose in mind; That day was crucial for him, especially with the trip planned for tomorrow that kept him restless.
With determination, he got ready and headed to Miranda's house. Upon arriving, he felt a mixture of nerves and excitement; He couldn't let his anxiety stop him. He knocked lightly on the door, an almost shy gesture.
From inside, Miranda saw him through the window and a small smile lit up her face. However, he quickly closed the curtain and went to open the door.
"Hello, Oscar," Miranda said with an excited tone that she could barely contain.
"Hello, Miranda," Oscar responded, returning the smile with some nervousness. I came because I needed to see you.
Oscar and Miranda entered and settled on the couch, a sense of tension palpable between them.
"I... I thought I would never see you again," Miranda confessed, her voice trembling.
Oscar looked at her confused, noticing the shadow of worry on her face.
-Why do you say that?
—Brown came here yesterday. "He knows you're a fugitive here," she replied, lowering her gaze. He wanted to intimidate you with that. And he told me that you would not return for fear of that.
—I see... Yes, it's true. "He already knows," Oscar said finally. But that doesn't interest me. I am not going to deny that it was difficult to make the necessary decisions. But I'm here to help you, just as I promised. Fear... "Fear only of God," he stated determinedly, trying to instill confidence in Miranda.
Miranda stared at him, a mix of concern and curiosity in her eyes.
—However, you could go to jail. "I wouldn't want that to happen to you," he said, his voice shaking slightly.
"Calm down," Oscar replied. If I go, it's for something. Things happen for a reason. But I assure you that I will not leave without first getting you out of here.
Miranda looked down, remembering what had happened.
—Brown tried to kiss me yesterday... That makes me sick. He's an evil guy. He also told me that you... murdered your former manager. Is that true? he asked, his tone curious but tense, as if he were questioning him.
Oscar felt the weight of his gaze and the topic he had just touched on; Reliving that moment was painful for him.
"Yes," he sighed, "that's true... I also found out about that yesterday." And you don't know how much I regret it.
He spoke with a voice full of remorse, as if he feared losing her for being a murderer.
"In my life I have made good decisions... but I have also made very serious mistakes, Miranda," he continued, his eyes fixed on hers. If I could change it, I would. At that time I was so upset that I didn't see a man; I only saw someone who deserved punishment... It was a terrible decision. "I was full of anger... But I didn't mean to kill him," he said sincerely, letting out a whisper full of regret.
Miranda placed her hand on Oscar's, a simple but meaningful gesture, showing him her unconditional support.
"I understand," he said softly. Sometimes we make decisions without thinking. He let out a wistful smile, as if reflecting on his own experiences. We get carried away by emotions and lose control. But sometimes, other people don't cooperate.
Oscar felt a slight relief when he heard her, but the shadow of his guilt still weighed on him.
"Yes, it's true," he answered with a sigh. But that doesn't justify my bad action.
Miranda looked into his eyes, trying to convey calm.
—That was an accident, Oscar. "You don't have to keep hurting yourself so much about it," she said firmly, trying to ease the burden he was carrying.
Oscar felt a mixture of gratitude and pain; the warmth of his hand on yours was a reminder that you weren't alone in this.
Oscar and Miranda stood in silence, staring at each other, letting the outside world fade around them. The connection between them was palpable, as if the air itself vibrated with the tension of the moment.
Oscar began to slowly approach Miranda, their hearts beating in unison as their lips inched closer. Miranda closed her eyes slowly, immersing herself in the promise of that unique moment.
But just then, the door burst open. A Thomas Brown man entered the house, his gaze frozen as he saw them together, almost about to kiss.
"Miranda, I come here so that—" his voice stopped abruptly as he realized the scene in front of him. What is happening here? he exclaimed, his tone filled with disbelief and anger.
Oscar and Miranda separated immediately, as if an electric current had passed through the air between them. Oscar got up from the couch quickly, his heart still beating hard from the lost closeness.
—What the hell are you doing here? —The man confronted Oscar with a mixture of challenge and confusion—. Do you want to continue causing problems?
Oscar didn't say anything to the man; I didn't have to give him explanations. Instead, he felt the tension rise in the room.
—What are you doing here? Miranda asked, her voice firm but with a slight tremor that betrayed her nervousness.
"I came to give you a message at Brown's request," the man replied, crossing his arms disdainfully. But I can see that you prefer another guy. How dare you betray Brown, Miranda?
—Betray why? she replied, lifting her chin defiantly. He and I are nothing. I only work for him to cover the debt.
Oscar felt that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly hostile and heavy. She looked Miranda in the eyes, as if that glance were a silent farewell, a promise that at some point they would meet again.
He decided to leave the place before things got worse, completely ignoring Thomas Brown's man. The door closed behind him with a dull thud.
Miranda understood that it was the right time for Oscar to leave; The situation was not conducive to continuing there.
The man followed him, furious.
—Hey, where do you think you're going? "You're not going to get away with it that easily," she confronted him, her voice full of defiance.
Oscar stopped and stared at him, maintaining a tense calm.
—Listen, I don't want to hurt you. "You better not provoke me," Oscar responded, his gaze intense like a bolt of lightning through the darkness.
Without waiting for a response, he turned around and walked away, leaving the man with a knot of rage in his stomach. He felt underestimated, as if Oscar saw him only as an insignificant obstacle.
With a brusque gesture, the man headed to his truck, outraged by Oscar's insolence. He started the engine hard and headed toward the club, determined to see his boss and tell him about this insolence.
The man arrived at the club and pushed the door to Thomas Brown's private room with determination.
-Boss! Excuse me, but I have to give you important news. "It's about Oscar," he said, his voice heavy with urgency.
Brown turned slowly, raising an eyebrow curiously.
—Oscar Cooper? Tell me what's wrong with him. By the way, did you give the message to Miranda?
—I was on my way to give it to her, but when I entered the house, I found Oscar and her sitting, almost about to kiss.
Brown's look instantly turned to indignation. His eyes flashed with fury as he slammed the table next to him and stood up like a volcano about to erupt.
—What did you just say? —His voice echoed in the room, full of disbelief and rage—. That unfortunate...!
"That's right, boss," the man responded, feeling the tension growing in the air. I think that bastard is underestimating us. It's time to teach him a lesson.
Brown was silent for a moment, his mind plotting possible retaliation. The atmosphere in the room was becoming heavier and heavier; A dark plan was beginning to take shape in his mind.
"I want you to call Jhon right now," Brown said, letting out a frustrated sigh.
"As I order," the man responded, leaving the room quickly in search of Jhon.
Brown was left alone, his thoughts whirling in his mind. Every second that passed intensified his rage.
"This time I'm not going to warn you with words... Damn you, Oscar," he said to himself, gritting his teeth. You're going to regret it; You messed with the wrong guy, the man who controls this area...
The door burst open, interrupting his thoughts. Jhon entered the room with a determined step, but his face showed concern.
—Boss, what happened? Did something serious happen? —Jhon asked, noticing the palpable tension in the air.
Brown looked at him intensely, approaching Jhon with an air of authority that filled the room.
—It's about Oscar. It seems like he doesn't give up and continues to bother and insist on Miranda. But this time he's already crossed a line," Brown said, his voice low and menacing.
John frowned.
—I understand... why don't we hand him over to the police, as I suggested from that moment? —he suggested, trying to keep his voice steady.
"No," Brown said disdainfully. Oscar deserves a worse punishment. Furthermore, we do many illegal things; It is not so convenient for us to attract attention.
Brown put his hand on Jhon's shoulder, squeezing hard.
—Listen, John. I want you to take care of this problem. Find a solution... You know exactly what I mean," Brown said, his gaze fixed and penetrating.
Jhon nodded slowly, feeling how the pressure of the assignment fell on him like a heavy stone.
He was about to leave the room when Brown spoke again, his voice echoing in the tense air.
—Wait, one last thing. I want you to find it by today. I don't want it for tomorrow or any other day; I want it to be today.
"As you wish," Jhon finally answered, leaving the room with determination but also with a flash of doubt in his eyes.
What is Brown up to...