Brown arrived at the club with Miranda, who felt a chill to travel his back while he dragged her into her private room. Without compassion, he threw it on the couch.
"You'll stay!" Brown growled, his voice impregnated with aggressiveness.
Miranda sat in the armchair, feeling the helplessness seizing her. I knew there was nothing I could do at that time; His mind ran trying to find an exit.
Meanwhile, Oscar approached the club with determination. However, the man who had been hit by him before began to regain consciousness in the cold ground. With sharp pain in each movement, he slowly put his hand in his suit and pulled out a trembling cell. He scored a number and waited anxiously.
Meanwhile, Brown held a heated discussion with Miranda.
"You are mine!" Why can't you understand it? Brown exclaimed, his voice full of frustration.
"If you stay with me, you will no longer have debts." You won't have to work, "he continued, as if his proposal were a blessing.
Miranda looked at him with contempt, feeling how the repulsion raised him through his throat when he saw the eyes of old Thomas Brown.
"Please, don't keep saying that." I was my father's friend. How do you dare? She replied, her voice trembling between indignation and pain.
Just then, the door opened sharply, interrupting its tense conversation. Jhon Bell entered with a worried and urgent expression.
"What the hell does it happen?" Brown said, turning to face Jhon with a furious look. Why do you interrupt this crucial moment for me?
"Disculpe, sir ... but there are bigger problems than this," Jon breathed deeply. Oscar approaches the club.
Brown's eyebrow rose in disbelief; His expression quickly went from anger to amazement and concern. Miranda felt a glimpse of hope when she heard that, but chose to remain silent.
"Does it come here?" Brown asked, his voice now tense.
"That's, boss." I received a call from one of the men we sent to hit Oscar. Apparently ... he managed to beat them, "Jhon replied seriously.
"It can't be," Brown murmured. I do not understand how it costs them so much to end a stupid ape like Oscar.
Brown sighed deeply, taking nerve steps as if looking for a solution in the air.
"Wart me, Jhon." I want you to be ready. This time ... we won't let Oscar come out so easily. We will teach him once and for all who commands, "he said with determination, his voice echoing in the room.
"Keep others who are prepared for what may come," Brown ordered, his fixed and determined gaze.
Miranda listened to every word, feeling how a strange feeling of restlessness seized her. "He will not achieve it," he repeated in his mind with growing despair, imagining Oscar facing Brown's fury.
Meanwhile, the club began to be filled little by little with an animated murmur; Laughter and music were intertwined in the air, creating a vibrant but tense atmosphere. The flashing lights illuminated the anxious and excited faces of the attendees, oblivious to the danger that was approaching.
The night would soon fall, and with it, the dark outcome of this story seemed to approach quickly.
Finally, Oscar arrived in front of the club, feeling how the energy of the place vibrated around him. But before crossing the door, his cell phone rang insistently, breaking the bustle of the environment.
He took out his phone and attended quickly; It was his representative, David.
"Hello, Oscar." Remember that our bus leaves at 9:30 pm. Do you already have everything ready? David's voice sounded tense on the other side.
Oscar looked at his clock: it was 8:30 pm. Anxiety made a knot in the stomach.
"No, not yet," he confessed with a tone of concern he tried to hide.
-That? Are you crazy? You have to arrive before! Remember that - David's voice became urgent.
-Yeah! I know, "Oscar said, feeling how adrenaline began to flow in him. There is still time. Don't worry, I'm not going to lose it, "he said, although a part of him doubted. Anything ... I will be in the club that you recommended myself.
He hung the phone without wasting more time and let out a deep sigh, questioning if he would really arrive in time to take his bus.
Meanwhile, David was already at the starting point, looking at the clock with growing frustration.
"What's wrong with you now?" This time we will not be able to leave if he loses it, "David murmured for himself, irritated by Oscar's lack of punctuality.
Oscar set foot inside the club, feeling how music vibrated around him and the lights flashed in a hypnotic show. He barely crossed the threshold, the place cameras captured him instantly, sending his image to a screen in Brown's control room.
From there, Brown watched each movement with a cold and calculator look. Beside him, Miranda remained alert, his eyes fixed on the screen, analyzing every detail.
Brown's men were distributed by the club, bates in hand, waiting for the perfect moment to act. The tension was palpable; They could feel that something big was about to happen.
Oscar looked up, trying to distinguish Miranda or Brown between the crowd he danced and celebrated. However, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He decided to advance a little more inwards.
At that moment, John Bell observes from his strategic position and made a sign for men. His face was a mixture of determination and malice; It was time to attack Oscar.
Oscar walked through the club, when he felt a presence behind him. A chill toured his back; One of Brown's men approached quietly, beats in hand, ready to hit him.
The man threw a batacazo towards his back, but Oscar reacted quickly. He turned in an agile movement and stopped the impact with his arm, feeling the vibration of the blow through his body. Without wasting time, he gave four quick blows to his face, each echoing strongly, leaving the aggressor fallen on the floor.
However, before he could relax, another attacker appeared behind him. Oscar turned quickly and saw the man raising his bat for a new attack. The adrenaline pumped in her veins while bending down just in time, causing the blow to fail little.
With a fluid movement, he kicked at his feet, causing him to fall heavily to the ground. Once there, Oscar did not hesitate and unloaded a blow to his face, leaving him twisting in pain while the crowd began to murmur.
The looks turned to him; Some were scared and others stunned by sudden violence. In a matter of seconds, laughter and dances were transformed into nerve shouts and hurried steps towards club departure.
Among the crowd that rushed towards the exit, Oscar desperately looked for Miranda. His heart was beating strongly, every second without finding her, he made him feel a knot in his stomach. However, when he finally turned, he did not realize the imminent danger until it was too late.
A direct blow hit his face, making him go back with an overwhelming force. The vision was clouded momentarily as he staggered another Brown man who did not hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity, throwing a second blow that made him fall again in the male of the club.
With effort, Oscar managed to recover and stand firmly on his feet, feeling how blood began to sprout from his lip. The ardor on his face was intense, but he didn't have time for regrets; I needed to concentrate. Looking around, he saw the two men of Brown, one wielding one bat and the other prepared to fight with his fists.
The air tension was palpable; I knew I should act quickly. The music had been a distant echo, drowned by the noise of the screams and the chaos that surrounded it.
Finally, Oscar was determined to fight, although he knew he was an unfair 2 against 1. The man with the bat approached, and his eyes distilled contempt as he began to throw rapid and blunt attacks. With surprising agility, Oscar dodged every blow, feeling the adrenaline pump through his veins. In a fluid movement, he turned on himself and gave him a direct kick in the face of the bat man, making him staggered back to collide with a concrete column.
However, he did not have time to breathe. The other man, who had been waiting for his chance, threw himself towards him with raised fists. Oscar dodged the blows with skill and managed to connect a powerful right on the face of the attacker. With a second blow, a blunt left, made Brown spit blood and fall to the ground.
But the man with the bat was not willing to surrender so easily. Suddenly, he felt the impact of the bat against his back; The pain crossed it as an electric shock. Without thinking twice, Oscar turned quickly and covered himself right in time.
With the speed of lightning, he kicked that he made the bat in the air. The man backed into the surprise of the attack.
However, the other man who had lying stood again, ready to continue fighting. The situation was even more complicated when Jhon Bell appeared on the scene, willing to join the fight.
Now Oscar faced three men and knew he couldn't waste more time. His face reflected determination and challenge while looking at Jhon Bell.
-Come on! Let's end him, "Jhon Bell shouted.
While Oscar faced himself in a complicated fight, Brown watched from his room with a disturbing tranquility, his eyes fixed on the screens of the security cameras. I wanted anxious to end Oscar, enjoying the show as if it were a cruel game.
Beside him, Miranda looked with concern. His heart was beating hard as he fervently wanted that Oscar could beat his opponents.
Returning to action, one of the men came to hit Oscar, but he blocked the attack with one arm and, with an energy explosion, put a kick in his chest. The man was shot, disappearing from the scene.
However, he did not have a respite. The other attacker pounced on him and began to exchange blows in a chaotic dance of fists and kicks. At that critical moment, Jhon Bell took advantage and gave a kick to Oscar's stomach, making him lose his guard. The second man soon took advantage of himself, throwing a direct blow to the face.
Oscar backed away, feeling the metallic flavor of the blood in his mouth while he quickly put on guard. I knew I had to end them soon; He couldn't get carried away by pain. He shook his head to clear, tightening his teeth with determination.
I was determined to get victorious from this fight.
Oscar ran to the man and, in an acrobatic movement, jumped to kick him. However, the man managed to dodge it quickly, moving to the side with surprising speed. But Oscar was even more cunning; In the air, he changed his feet and kicked him with his other leg.
The coup directly hit the face of the man, who fell to the ground, grabbing his face with an expression of pain. Oscar also landed, but he quickly got up, his fixed and cold eyes in Jhon Bell, who did not hesitate to approach.
Jhon kicked him, but Oscar stopped her effortlessly. With a fast movement, he unleashed a powerful right that hit Jhon's face. Then, he began hitting his stomach with a relentless rain of fists. The last blow was stronger than the previous ones; Jhon spit blood and leaned forward.
Without thinking twice, Oscar gave a direct blow to the chin, sending him back. Jhon crashed into a glass table, which broke under his weight.
The throbbing of the glass resonated in the empty club while Jhon was unconscious among the bright pieces. Oscar breathed deeply, feeling how adrenaline began to dissipate.
From his room, Brown watched with surprise and frustration.
"That miserable ... he managed to escape once again," annoyed it.
Looking at a near phone, he took it in his hands and sighed before scoring a number. After making the call, he opened a drawer and took out a gun. Miranda was terrified to see the gun and his mind was filled with questions about Brown's dark intentions.
Oscar stirred his arms, trying to release the accumulated tension in his muscles exhausted for the last days of frequent fights. The adrenaline was still running through her veins when she saw another Brown man approaching, this time armed with a gun.
At a certain distance, the man began to shoot. Without hesitation, Oscar threw himself to the ground and covered after a robust column. The shots resonated, failing and crashing against the walls of the wall, which exploded in a thousand pieces. Only the noise of the fragments was heard falling to the ground as an echo of their imminent danger.
Oscar knew he was in a complicated situation; It was more difficult than I could imagine. He looked around, looking for a quick and effective solution. It was then that he noticed a bat lying near him, a ray of hope in the midst of chaos.
He took it in his hands with determination; I knew I should act before it was too late. He breathed deeply in the midst of the growing tension.
"Please do not fail me," he murmured for himself as he looked at his bat as if it were his only salvation.
He got up from the ground and looked behind the column enough to throw the bat with all his might towards the armed man.
The attacker reacted rapidly; Before the bat could impact it, he released a shot that resonated in the tense air of the club. The bat hit the man in the head with a deaf sound, making him fall to the ground and releasing his gun.
However, the shot turned out to be accurate; Oscar felt an acute stab when the bullet crossed his left shoulder. An involuntary scream escaped from his lips while the blood began to sprout from the wound. With his right hand he pressed the wound to stop the blood flow, but his left arm was almost motionless, causing unbearable pain.
While fighting against sharp pain and growing despair, Oscar knew that he had to stay aware and act quickly if he wanted to survive.
Oscar walked to the man, his look fixed on the left arm that hung inert. The man, with an expression of fury and determination, rose slowly, willing to recover his weapon.
Without thinking twice, Oscar kicked the gun away from his reach in the last second. The man almost manages to reach her, but he found himself sitting on the floor, looking at Oscar with a mixture of surprise and challenge. His eyes met; An instant loaded with tension.
Oscar felt how adrenaline ran through his body and, without hesitation, he kicked him all over his face. The impact resonated as a deaf blow in the midst of chaos, causing man to fall unconscious.
With a sigh broken by the internal battle he freed, Oscar bent down and took the bat he had previously thrown. He looked around urgently, looking for Miranda among the disorder. But I only saw chaos: Brown men thrown everywhere and broken glass scattered like a battlefield.
The concern began to seize him; His heart was beating hard while thinking about her. Where was it? Was it okay? At that time, the fight was not only against the men who surrounded him, but also against the growing anxiety that caused him not to know if Miranda was safe.
Suddenly, Brown appeared, dragging Miranda with one arm while with the other he held a gun, pointing directly to Oscar.
Oscar stared at him, his heart beating hard; He had finally found Miranda, but the situation was desperate.
Miranda, although scared, outlined a little smile when he saw him, a spark of hope in the midst of chaos. However, I knew it was not time for joys; The danger was palpable.
Brown, with a sardonic smile on his face, pointed to Oscar with the gun.
"You went out with yours," he said, his voice full of contempt. Look how my club was. But don't worry; You will not leave here without paying for it.
"Look!" Oscar exclaimed, the concern reflected in his eyes.
Brown struggled to keep her firm; She tried to free herself, fighting her grip.
"You should not worry about her, Oscar," Brown said with disdain. Better worry about yourself. You have a motionless arm; Value your life more.
Oscar looked at him with displeasure, his anger bubbling as a lava about to explode.
"Subsequently, unhappy!" Oscar shouted, his voice echoing in the middle of chaos.
-That? Are you going to do something if I don't want to obey you? You are a stupid murderer. What makes you believe that you can do something? You sacrifice you for her ... It's a pity for you; You were so close to saving her.
"You are a coward and disgusting," Oscar replied between tightened teeth. I will grind you, bastard!
Each word was loaded with anger and despair, and the air between them became dense with the imminent confrontation.
"Understood, you better go!" Said Miranda, hardly being able to talk to Brown's brutal grip. Brown called the police!
"Cut your mouth!" Brown broke, shaking her sharply.
Oscar looked at her with anguish; I knew what that meant, but I wasn't willing to step back.
-No! I will not leave here, "Oscar replied firmly.
"No, you won't." I will take care that you stay here, where you belong ... in jail, "Brown said with a derogatory smile.
The air was so tense that it could almost be cut with a knife; Anything could happen at that critical moment.
Miranda desperately sought a way of freeing himself and helping Oscar. Then, in an impulsive act, he bit Brown's finger that was close to his mouth.
Brown released a shout of pain and released it for a moment, distracted by the burning on his finger.
Oscar saw his opportunity; Without thinking twice, he threw himself towards Brown, cutting him with all his might. But before I could reach it completely, Brown shot his gun.
The sound of the shot resonated in the air like a thunder; Oscar felt the acute impact on his right leg and released a grimace of pain. But that didn't matter; I had to take advantage of that moment.
Finally, he fell on Brown, both men fighting for the control of the weapon that slid away from them. Oscar began hitting Brown with fury, every blow resonating like a deaf echo in the club. The blood sprouted Brown's face as he tried to get rid of the relentless blows of Oscar.
Miranda watched horrified from her position, covering her eyes; The brutality of the confrontation was palpable and heartbreaking.
Suddenly, Jhon Bell appeared after Oscar, who continued to brutally hit Brown.
"Oscar!" Jhon shouted as he approached quickly.
Without prior notice, Jhon burst a chair on Oscar's back. The impact resonated on the air and Oscar fell to the ground, pain through his body like lightning.
Miranda was paralyzed at the event, his eyes open as dishes.
Jhon quickly lifted Brown, whose face was covered with blood and bruises. Without hesitation, he reached the gun, and Brown took it firmly, although still dizzy by the blows received.
Oscar put on his back on the floor, grabbing his back despair. Upon hearing the metallic sound of the weapon ready to shoot, his heart stopped for a moment.
Brown signed it firmly, his broken breathing.
"I thought I would leave this world," Brown said, with a tone loaded with rage. You are a savage. I will not forgive you. I will leave your other arm still.
Brown's cold look focused on Oscar's right shoulder. He no longer had the strength to move; His body was made Trizas after receiving two bullets.
Oscar closed his eyes tightly, clenching his teeth while felt fury and helplessness consuming it. The world around him faded slowly, leaving only the echo of imminent danger.
Miranda pounced on Brown, her eyes full of determination.
"Don't do it!" He shouted, trying to reach his arm.
"Let yourself!" Brown replied, annoying, while pushing Miranda abruptly.
She fell back but did not give up; His gaze focused on Oscar once again. Brown looked at his goal again, his face twisted by anger.
"This is for everything you've done to me," Brown said, his fingers slowly squeezing the trigger, every second feeling as an eternity.
Suddenly, a shot resonated in the air like a thunder. A bullet crossed Brown directly to the chest. The impact was instantaneous; He released the gun and fell collapsed to the ground.
All were stunned and confused, as if time had stopped. Oscar opened his eyes slowly and saw Brown on the floor, lifeless.
His gaze quickly moved around the room until he stopped at the entrance of the club. There was David Jones, his representative, who had arrived just in time to save the situation. The smoke came out of the cannon of his gun as everyone looked back at him.
Seeing this, John Bell ran out of the place, looking for shelter elsewhere.
Oscar felt immense relief; He could finally relax on the ground without that overwhelming weight on him. David walked towards him with concern on his face.
"Oscar ... can't be a friend." Look how you are, "said David, bending down to examine it. What would have happened if it didn't arrive on time?
"Thank you, David," Oscar replied in a barely audible voice. I really thank you. I wouldn't be here if you hadn't arrived.
Miranda aggravated itself quickly, trying to help Oscar, but her heart was beating hard to see her condition. David watched her carefully.
"She must be the girl for whom Oscar's life was complicated," David thought, feeling a mixture of admiration and concern.
"Look ..." Oscar said, making pain sounds. And ... I have to tell you that ...
Just then, they were interrupted by the noise of heavy boots; Police broke into the club, their firm voices echoing in the middle of chaos while analyzing the situation.
"On one side!" On one side! A policeman shouted, pushing Miranda and David away from Oscar.
The agent bent down and raised Oscar sharply from the ground, causing him to feel every sore muscle in his body.
"Oscar Cooper is detained," the police announced, placing the wives around his wrists.
Miranda and David could only observe with impotence. They could not interfere at that critical moment. Oscar looked at Miranda just before being taken.
"Look, I wanted to tell you that ..." His voice went out with a sound of pain.
"Camine!" He abruptly the policeman.
A knot formed in Miranda's stomach. What did Oscar mean? The doubt and frustration invaded her; He had not had time or opportunity to thank him or express what he really felt for him.
Finally, they uploaded it to the patrol while David tried to comfort her, knowing how much this situation meant for both.
Then, David and Miranda gave their testimonies about what happened in the club. Meanwhile, Oscar felt helpless inside the patrol; His mind was full of thoughts about what he had wanted to tell Miranda and how important it was for him.
The uncertainty about his future weighed like a slab on his shoulders. What would be of him now that he had been captured by the police?