Tuesday afternoon.
Brown waited impatiently in his comfortable leather chair, leaning back with his arms crossed, while the clock on the wall echoed each second through the room. The aroma of the unlit cigarette still wafted around, reminding him that it was no ordinary day.
At that time, Jhon entered the room, closing the door after him with a slight blow.
—Disculpe, boss. I already returned, "said Jhon, immediately noticing Brown's expectant look.
—Perfect, John. "I was waiting for you," Brown responded, his deep voice echoing in the environment.
"I found someone who will help us solve this problem." He is here, after the door, "Jhon announced, feeling a mixture of relief and nervousness.
-Fabulous. Let it pass; We will talk to him, "said Brown, leaning slightly forward.
Jhon opened the door again and let in a man who looked physically fine, but whose cold look and full of bad intentions sent shivers down my spine. He had a military-style haircut and a small scar near his eyebrow that seemed to tell stories of past battles.
Brown observed it carefully, evaluating every detail while the stranger entered the room.
"Please sit down," Brown said to the man, indicating the seat next to him with a firm but controlled gesture.
The man sat up, maintaining a straight posture, as if every part of his being was ready for action.
—His name is Frank Scott. "He's a sensational fighter," Jhon added, looking at Brown with a mixture of pride and expectation. I already told you a little about the situation.
Brown looked at Jhon and smiled, satisfied with his choice. The tension in the room seemed to dissipate a little.
"I see ... listen to me, Scott," Brown began, his serious voice echoing in the environment. I need you to help me in something very important. I strongly ask you: I need a man to give his deserved.
The air became heavy as the words left his mouth.
—Your name is Oscar Cooper; He has been interfering with my plans and, what is worse, with my girl, "said Brown, clenching his teeth while remembering recent frustrations.
Frank shook his head, as if he was outraged by the situation.
"That doesn't sound right," Frank replied firmly. Don't worry, I'll have no problem putting that Oscar Cooper guy in his place. And I will teach him to respect other people's women; That's the least I can do.
The determination in his voice was palpable, and Jhon watched carefully.
—But be careful, boy, don't trust yourself. Oscar is a guy who knows how to defend himself; He is a fighter too. "In fact, he was a champion," Brown added, his deep voice echoing with warning.
Frank released a melancholic laugh, as if the challenge had fun.
—Please, that's not a problem... I've beaten better fighters, people who claimed to be champions too; "They're just clowns in the ring," he replied with disdain.
"That's true, sir." Frank is dedicated to fighting both street and in the ring, "Jhon intervened, trying to reinforce confidence. You can trust him.
Frank leaned his head towards Brown, his penetrating look fixed on him.
"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," Frank said in a firm voice. Let him delete it?
Brown leaned forward, his expression darkening.
"No, don't kill him." I want you to leave it seriously beaten. And if you can ... break some bones, "Brown said, letting a cold laughter escape that revealed all his evil. So he will live forever with that scar and regret having gotten me.
The air grew thick with implied threat as Frank considered Brown's words. A spark of emotion crossed his face; There was something intriguing about that mix of violence and revenge.
"Jhon can tell you where Oscar lives," Brown continued, his tone calculating. We already have all your information. You can go and then decide where you want to fight; Try not to make it a place with so many people.
Frank nodded, letting out a smile that revealed both confidence and a hint of excitement at what was to come.
Brown put his hand in his pocket and pulled out some bills, extending them on the table with a gesture that resonated as a sealed contract.
Frank took them without hesitation; That meant that he accepted dirty work.
Jhon watched with a smile, his eyes shining with a mixture of enthusiasm and complicity; a new deal had been closed. But behind that smile, there was a slight hint of unease about what this would mean for all of them.
While Brown closed a deal to do his thing, Oscar was in his apartment, deep in thought after that meeting with Miranda that had left a persistent echo in his heart.
"It was such a... nice moment," Oscar murmured, sitting on his bed, staring into space. He remembered the way she smiled, how her eyes shone with a spark that seemed to promise something more. I think she also feels the same as me.
He sighed, letting out a heavy air of longing and doubt.
"But I can't relax yet," he said to himself, as Brown's shadow loomed over his mind. I have to stop Brown from suffocating her anymore.
His eyes fell on the bible on the cabinet next to him, a tangible reminder of the faith and the difficult decisions he had made.
"However... despite all this... I will never fight like before again," he stated determinedly, feeling a wave of regret wash over him. I'll be more careful. I wouldn't want to murder another man. With just one... it's already a lot of burden.
He remembered the man's face, his look full of fear and surprise. That image tormented him; Every time I closed my eyes, it was like I was reliving that heartbreaking moment.
Oscar sat erect, trying to find clarity among confusion. The warmth of Miranda's memory contrasted with Brown's threatening coldness, creating a fierce internal fight in his chest.
-Curse! "I forgot, tomorrow is Wednesday," he exclaimed, feeling anxiety begin to build in his chest. That means I have the trip. It just can't be. David is waiting for me so we can go together.
He ran out of his hair, frustrated. The idea of leaving him only squeezed his heart, but Miranda's image invaded his mind, making him feel a deep pull.
"I wouldn't want to leave him," he murmured, looking out the window as his thoughts raced. But Miranda has become important to me... I can't leave her without getting her out of there.
A sigh escaped from his lips as he remembered his moments together, the shared laugh and the looks that seemed to say more than a thousand words. Was it selfish wanting to stay? Was it worth risking your friendship with David for such a new and fragile connection?