Chapter Three

The Beckham Brothers POV

Rio entered the dimly lit room, his presence commanding attention as he addressed his six brothers, the notorious Beckham siblings who ruled over the underworld with an iron fist. Nick, Zion, Leo, Theo, Luca, and Dave, each as formidable as the next, turned their attention to Rio as he delivered his news.

"I've found the snitch," Rio declared, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. His brothers leaned in closer, anticipation crackling in the air as they awaited his revelation.

Nick, the eldest of the Beckham brothers, narrowed his eyes, his jaw clenched in determination. "Who is it?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

Rio's gaze swept over his brothers, each one a formidable force in their own right. They had built their empire from the ground up, carving out a reputation as the most feared gang in all of America. And now, with the discovery of the snitch in their midst, their dominance was at stake.

"It's Carlos," Rio said, his voice barely above a whisper. "He's been feeding information to the cops for months."

A collective gasp rippled through the room as Rio's words sank in. Carlos had been a trusted member of their gang for years, his loyalty seemingly beyond question. But now, faced with the undeniable evidence of his betrayal, the Beckham brothers knew that they had no choice but to take action.

Zion, the muscle of the group, cracked his knuckles menacingly, a fierce glint in his eyes. "Where is he?" he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down the spines of those around him.

Rio hesitated for a moment, his mind racing with the implications of their next move. Carlos may have been the snitch, but he was still one of their own, a member of their family. Carlos was one of their first members and the brothers saw him as a friend. Too bad he chose this for himself.

His betrayal could not be ignored, not if they wanted to maintain their grip on power. There is nothing the Beckham brothers hated more than being betrayed.

"He's holed up in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town," Rio said finally, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging within him. "I think it's time we paid him a visit."

Without another word, the Beckham brothers rose as one, their movements fluid and coordinated as they prepared to confront the traitor in their midst. They were a force to be reckoned with, a united front that struck fear into the hearts of all who dared to cross them.

As they made their way to the warehouse, the tension in the air was palpable, each brother silently steeling themselves for the confrontation that lay ahead. They knew that Carlos would not go down without a fight, that they would have to be prepared to do whatever it took to ensure their own survival.

But as they burst through the doors of the warehouse, guns drawn and ready for action, they were met with an empty space, the sound of their own footsteps echoing off the walls. Carlos was gone, vanished into the night without a trace. Their men who were supposed to be guarding the warehouse were all knocked out cold.

The Beckham brothers woke their men up made sure everyone was fine and saved before firing at them.

Frustration boiled within Rio as he surveyed the scene before him, his mind racing with the possibilities of where Carlos could have gone. But even as doubt gnawed at the edges of his consciousness, he knew one thing for certain: the Beckham brothers would stop at nothing to track down the traitor in their midst and deliver justice with their own hands.

Nick's voice cut through the tension-filled air like a whip, his command ringing out with an authority that brooked no argument.

“You all are a bunch of worthless men! You can’t even guard one man! One man! How can you let him get away so easily?.” Nick shouted at his men who were supposed to be on duty.

"Find Carlos before tomorrow," he barked, his eyes flashing with fury, "or you will all die in his place."

His words hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences of failure. The men scattered, scrambling to obey their leader's orders with a sense of urgency born of fear. They knew better than to cross Nick Beckham, the eldest and most ruthless of the Beckham brothers.

With that ominous warning hanging over their heads, Nick and his brothers turned on their heels and left the warehouse behind them. The night air was thick with tension as they made their way back to their headquarters, each step a silent testament to the gravity of their mission.

As they walked, the weight of their collective anger hung heavy on their shoulders, a palpable presence that seemed to press down on them from all sides. Carlos's betrayal had cut deep, shaking the very foundation of their tight-knit brotherhood. But there was no time for mourning now, no room for sentimentality in the unforgiving world they inhabited.

Nick's jaw was set in a hard line as he led the way, his mind racing with thoughts of vengeance and retribution. Carlos had crossed a line that could not be uncrossed, and now he would pay the price for his treachery.

Leo, the second eldest of the Beckham brothers, walked beside Nick, his expression dark and brooding. He had always been the strategist of the group, the one who saw the bigger picture when others could only see the immediate threat. And now, as they hunted down Carlos, his mind was already spinning with plans and contingencies.

Behind them, the rest of the brothers followed in grim silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they contemplated the task that lay ahead. There would be no mercy for Carlos, no second chances in the unforgiving world of organized crime. He had betrayed them, and now he would face the consequences.