Chapter five

The Beckham brothers stormed out of the warehouse, their anger simmering just below the surface as they made their way to one of their exclusive clubs to cool off. As they entered the dimly lit establishment, the pulsating beat of the music washed over them, the thumping bass reverberating in their chests as they surveyed the scene before them.

Immediately, they were surrounded by a throng of eager girls, their scantily clad bodies pressing in close as they vied for the brothers' attention. But none of the Beckham brothers were in the mood for company, their minds still reeling from the betrayal they had just uncovered. With a dismissive wave of their hands, they brushed off the advances of the eager women and made their way to the private lounge in the VIP section.

As they settled into the plush leather sofas, the tension in the air was palpable, each brother lost in his own thoughts as they contemplated their next move. Nick, the eldest and most stoic of the group, brooded in silence, his jaw clenched in barely contained rage. Zion, the muscle of the group, cracked his knuckles menacingly, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an outlet for his pent-up frustration.

Leo, the strategist, leaned back in his chair, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he weighed their options. Theo, the tech genius, tapped away at his phone, his mind already racing ahead to the next phase of their plan. Luca, the smooth-talker, ran a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of vengeance and retribution.

Dave, the wildcard, was the only one who seemed unaffected by the tension that hung heavy in the air. With a devil-may-care grin, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes dancing with mischief as he surveyed the scene before him. And then there was Rio, the youngest of the brothers, his youthful energy and enthusiasm a stark contrast to the brooding intensity of his siblings.

Together, they were a formidable force, a united front that struck fear into the hearts of their enemies and commanded respect from all who knew them. But even as they sat in their private lounge, surrounded by luxury and opulence, they knew that their work was far from over. Carlos may have been the snitch, but there were still loose ends to tie up, still scores to settle before they could rest easy.

As the night wore on, the Beckham brothers remained ensconced in their private sanctuary, plotting their next move with ruthless efficiency. They may have been outnumbered and outgunned, but they were not about to let anyone stand in the way of their quest for justice. For they were the Beckham brothers, and they ruled the criminal underworld with an iron fist. And woe betide anyone who dared to cross them.

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“H-Help me!. She mumbled before she went limp in Luca’s hands. Luca held her tighter to prevent her from falling.

Luca's initial impulse was to push the woman away, to distance himself from whatever trouble she had gotten herself into. But as he looked down at her pale, unconscious face, something stirred within him. Despite his better judgment, he couldn't bring himself to abandon her in her time of need.

With a resigned sigh, Luca scooped the woman up in his arms, her limp body surprisingly light against his chest. Ignoring the curious stares of the club's patrons, he made his way towards the nearest exit, determined to get her to safety.

As he stepped out into the cool night air, Luca's senses went into overdrive, scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. The woman's words echoed in his mind, her plea for help sending a chill down his spine. Whatever trouble she was in, Luca knew he couldn't ignore it, not if he wanted to live with himself.

With a sense of purpose, Luca made his way through the crowded streets, his grip on the woman tightening with each step. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, weak and erratic, a testament to the danger she was in. But despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Luca remained calm and focused, his mind already racing ahead to the next phase of their plan.

As they reached a secluded alleyway, Luca gently lowered the woman to the ground, careful not to jostle her fragile frame. Kneeling beside her, he brushed a strand of hair from her face, his heart aching at the sight of her pale, unconscious form.

"Hey, can you hear me?" he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. "You're safe now. I'm going to get you some help."

But the woman remained unresponsive, her breathing shallow and labored. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Luca realized that she was in bad shape, far worse than he had initially thought.

Determined not to waste any more time, Luca reached for his phone and dialed Nick's number, his fingers trembling with anticipation. After a few tense moments, his brother picked up, his voice terse and to the point.

"What is it, Luca?" Nick demanded, his tone betraying his irritation at being interrupted.

"It's me," Luca replied, his voice tight with urgency. "I need your help. I found a woman outside the club. She's in bad shape. I think she's been drugged."

There was a pause on the other end of the line, the silence stretching between them like a taut wire. Then, finally, Nick spoke, his voice grave with concern.

"Where are you?" he asked, his tone softer now, more sympathetic. "I'll send someone to pick you up."

With a sense of relief flooding through him, Luca rattled off their location before hanging up the phone and turning his attention back to the woman lying beside him. Despite the chaos swirling around them, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had done the right thing, that he had saved her from whatever fate awaited her back at the club.

As he waited for his brothers to arrive, Luca brushed a gentle kiss against the woman's forehead, a silent promise that he would do whatever it took to keep her safe. And as he looked down at her unconscious form, he knew that he would do whatever it took to unravel the mystery of her past, to uncover the truth behind her desperate plea for help.