Oscar lay on the ground, unconscious, oblivious to the chaos that was unleashed elsewhere. Meanwhile, Thomas Brown was heading in his truck toward Miranda's house, accompanied by his men, the tension palpable in the air.
When parking in front of the house, they got off and one of his men kicked the door, which opened suddenly, resonating with an alarming crunch in the silence of the home. Miranda, who was in the kitchen preparing something simple, was startled at the noise and felt how fear seized her.
When Brown entered, his imposing figure filled the threshold. Miranda approached cautiously, her heart beating hard.
—What are you doing here? Miranda asked, trying to stay calm. It's not time to work yet.
"No, it's not," Brown replied with a cold smile. But don't worry about that; You will no longer have to work.
Miranda looked at him with distrust and confusion. The threatening presence of his men behind him made him feel a chill to travel his back. Why did he bring his men?
"From now on you'll leave with me," Brown ordered without surroundings. Take it to the truck.
The men quickly approached her, grabbing her arm firmly while she tried to resist.
-No! LOOK ME! Miranda shouted with despair.
"Calm down and get on the truck," said one of the men abruptly.
Finally, unable to do anything but fight her helplessness, they took her to the back of the truck and loaded her inside. Brown settled down next to him, a satisfied smile appearing on his face as the doors closed loudly behind them.
Miranda felt how a knot was formed in her stomach; I knew this was just the beginning of something dark.
As the van sped forward, Miranda couldn't help but ask Brown questions, her trembling voice betraying her fear.
"What do you want from me?" Why do you do this? He asked, feeling how anguish seized his chest.
"This you looked for it!" Brown shouted furiously. How many times I told you to obey me and you didn't. You chose Oscar, a murderer! Before me.
"Uscar?" Where is Oscar? Said Miranda, a dark feeling filling his mind.
—Oscar? "You don't have to worry about him," Brown replied with a cruel mockery in his voice. I'm sure he won't be able to do anything to rescue you. He must be suffering right now... I'm sure.
"You're a bastard!" What did you do to him? —Miranda exclaimed, fear turning into rage.
Brown irritated himself by noticing Miranda's interest to Oscar and squeezed his cheeks with force, forcing her to look into her eyes.
"Listen, this happens when you don't give me what I want." I told you from the beginning that you would get away from that subject.
—Let go of me! Miranda replied, shaking her head desperately to free herself from his grasp.
—I hope you don't continue hoping to see Oscar again. He won't be able to help you this time. "He's a coward," Brown said contemptuously.
Miranda fell silent after his words, a deep concern filling her mind for Oscar, even as she herself was trapped in this terrifying situation.
"Listen to me, Miranda," Brown continued, his tone menacing. From now on you will go with me to the club and stay there. You will no longer have permission to live anywhere else. This is what happens to you for disobeying me and going against me.
Miranda couldn't believe what he listened; Each word was like a blow to his heart. However, a spark of hope was still burning inside her. Something inside told him that Oscar was fine, that there was still a chance.
Back to Oscar, he was lying on the ground, with two men standing by his side, his shadows projecting on him as dark omens.
Oscar began to open his eyes slowly, everything looked blurry and confusing. A stinging pain ran through his body, but in the midst of that haze, a thought emerged strongly: Miranda. The image of her face appeared in his mind along with the promise he had made: not to leave her alone. He recalled the exact moment he promised to protect her, and that memory filled him with determination.
A disturbing feeling seized him; Something told him that Miranda was not right. His thoughts passed as fleeting flashes, but little by little he began to see more clearly and recover consciousness.
He heard murmurs coming from the men there.
"We should give him the final blow," one said with a mocking voice.
"Yes, you're right," the other replied, with a cold laugh that resonated in the air.
Oscar completely regained his senses and gritted his teeth furiously. He glanced askance at the men; Adrenaline began to flow through his veins. He had come too far to give up at that critical moment.
Quickly, taking advantage of the fact that the men were distracted, Oscar turned on his back and kicked the bat of one of them. The man took a few steps back, surprised.
With a determined push, Oscar placed his hands behind his head and jumped upwards, standing up in a single movement. He was already on his feet again.
The other man, with his bat in hand, tried to hit him. He raised the bat hard, ready to unleash it on Oscar. But he did not allow himself to be surprised; He stopped the blow by grabbing the attacker's wrist just before the bat hit him. With unexpected force, he held it in the air and put a direct kick in his stomach, causing him to fall to the ground with a drowned groan.
Without wasting time, the first man ran to collect his bat from the ground. Oscar saw him coming and turned quickly on his heels. The man threw several uncontrolled blows with the bat, but were inaccurate; Oscar moved to the side, dodging each attack.
In a desperate attempt, the man threw a swing at Oscar, who quickly raised his forearm in defense, feeling the impact vibrate through his body. Wasting no time, he made an agile turn and, with a precise kick, hit the attacker's face. Blood spurted from the man's lips, and he spat a stream of red into the air before collapsing to the ground.
However, the second man did not miss the opportunity. Taking advantage of the fact that Oscar had his back turned, he ran towards him and jumped, clinging to his neck like a parasite. Oscar felt the pressure around his throat and fought to take off the hands of the man, but it was in vain; Each attempt seemed to strengthen grip.
With determination and speed, Oscar decided to act. He lunged back hard, causing the attacker to hit the ground with a thud. A sound of pain escaped the man's lips as he writhed, releasing Oscar from his grasp.
Oscar quickly stood up upon being released, his heart still pounding from the adrenaline. He turned towards the man lying on the ground and, with a determined movement, threw a right hand straight to his face. The blow resounded like a whiplash, leaving the man knocked out, his eyes glazed over and an expression of surprise frozen on his face.
With a deep sigh, Oscar felt that the tension dissipated slowly; Finally he had defeated them. His eyes toured the scene: the first man was unconscious on the kick, while the second twisted on the ground, unable to get up.
However, Oscar couldn't help but feel the weight of fatigue on his body, as if every blow received and every movement made were wearing him down. The previous fight and this new battle had been left almost dusty; Each breathing was a reminder of the effort it had to make.
As he watched his opponents, a mix of relief and worry washed over him.
He remembered Miranda and a stab of concern pierced her chest. I knew something was not right. Taking advantage of the fact that one of the men was still aware, firmly bends down and firmly took the suit to which he twisted on the ground.
"Watch me," he said in a firm voice. Where is your boss? No ... Where is Miranda?
The man hesitated, his eyes reflecting fear and resistance.
"N ... I don't want to tell you, "he replied, costing him every word.
Oscar gritted his teeth, feeling the rage building inside him.
"I don't understand how they can be loyal to a guy like Brown," he said contemptuously. Do you want me to force it out of you?
He raised his fist threateningly, tense muscles ready to hit.
-No! Stop! Stop! Exclaimed the man, his trembling voice full of fear. Okay, I'll tell you.
Oscar lowered his fist slowly, but kept his firm grip on the neck of the man's suit.
"Come on, talk!" Oscar said, feeling that every second he counted.
—Bro... Brown. He went to Miranda's house. "H...he'll take her with him to the club," the man said, his voice shaking.
—To the club? —Oscar asked, surprised. What will he do it for? Answer me!
"No ... I don't know." The boss is obsessed with that woman. I swear I don't know. All I heard is that she said she would take her even if she opposes.
A wave of worry washed over Oscar, gloomy images filling his mind, but he quickly dismissed them. He released the man with a sudden movement.
"To get to the club," Oscar murmured, his low but determined voice. But walking it will take too long.
It was then when he turned and saw the truck of the men who attacked him, a spark of hope illuminated his face.
"Perfect," he said, looking at the man again. Hey, give me the keys of the truck.
The man let out a broken laugh, although the pain made him grimace.
"Do you think to help her?" You will not be able to defeat the boss, "he replied, with a mixture of mockery and challenge.
Oscar looked at him with contempt, feeling how anger bubbled again inside him.
"Shut up and give me the damn keys," he ordered, moving a little closer. If you don't want me to beat you up.
The man reached his trembling hands into his suit and pulled out his keys. The clashing metallic sound filled the tense air of the place. But in an unexpected turn, he launched them into a nearby grate, causing them to fall into the sewers with a thud.
A satisfying laugh escaped the man's lips, as if he had won a small victory.
Oscar felt that anger raised him throughout his body before this humiliation act.
"Son of the dog," he muttered between his teeth, feeling how fury clouded his reason.
Without thinking twice, he kicked him on his face. The impact caused the man to revolve in a violent movement and release a heartbreaking cry before falling unconscious.
"You deserved it, you bastard," Oscar said contemptuously, breathing heavily.
Without wasting any more time, Oscar quickly headed towards Thomas Brown's club. He knew that an inevitable confrontation was coming, and he was determined to face whatever it took to save Miranda.