The air crackled with anticipation as Vegas locked eyes with Kiran across the dance floor. A silent challenge passed between them, a promise of a brutal confrontation that would decide their fates.
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The neon glow of the Heart Club pulsed erratically, mirroring the frantic rhythm of Vegas's heart. He'd received the intel – Kiran, his nemesis, was planning a power play tonight. Vegas, never one to back down from a brawl, had gathered his own crew, their faces grim under the strobe lights.
A low growl rumbled through the air, growing louder as the club doors burst open. Kiran's men, a motley crew of musclebound thugs and shifty-eyed gangsters, flooded the dance floor. Kiran himself, a sneer twisting his lips, he stands on stages and sit on chair and watch vegas fight. He thought vegas can't win from his thug people's but it's his misunderstanding.
Vegas met his gaze, a cold fire igniting in his eyes. He murmured a quick command to his men, their response a chorus of guttural growls. The air crackled with anticipation, the thumping music a mere backdrop to the escalating tension.
Suddenly, with a roar, Kiran's men charged. Vegas, his reflexes honed from years of experience brawls, sprang into action. A glint of cold steel flashed as he whipped out his knife, the blade catching the sickly green light filtering through the club's windows.
The first thug lunged, a meaty fist aimed for Vegas's jaw. With a lightning-fast twist, Vegas ducked, the blow whistling past his ear. He countered with a brutal jab to the thug's gut, sending him doubling over with a pained grunt. Before the man could recover, Vegas's knife slashed across his arm, a crimson stain blooming on the man's leather jacket.
The fight erupted into a chaotic ballet of violence. Vegas's men, a mix of seasoned brawlers and adrenaline-fueled youngsters, clashed with Kiran's goons. Fists flew, bodies collided, the air thick with the stench of sweat and burnt gunpowder. A stray bottle shattered, showering shards of glass across the dance floor.
Vegas, a whirlwind of controlled fury, weaved through the throng. His blade danced a deadly song, each movement precise and lethal. A thug swung a crowbar with a sickening thud, but Vegas sidestepped the blow, burying his knife deep into the man's shoulder. A scream ripped through the air, quickly drowned out by the cacophony of the fight.
Amidst the chaos, Vegas scanned for Kiran. He spotted him near the bar, a smug grin plastered on his face. But before Vegas could reach him, a hulking figure slammed into him. It was Bruno, Kiran's right-hand man, notorious for his brute strength.
The force of the impact sent Vegas staggering back. He locked eyes with Bruno, a flicker of recognition passing between them. This was going to be a fight he wouldn't soon forget.
Vegas stumbled backward, his vision blurred. He managed to regain his footing and faced Bruno, who was already lunging at him. Vegas dodged the attack, but Bruno was relentless. A chair flew across the room, narrowly missing Vegas's head. He ducked, grabbing the chair and swinging it at Bruno.
The chair connected with Bruno's shoulder, sending him a staggering back. However, Bruno was not deterred. He charged at Vegas again, his eyes filled with rage. Just as Bruno was about to land a punch, a figure emerged from the crowd and tackled him to the ground. It was Kiran. Kiran point gun on vegas shoulder. Kiran have smirked on his faces.
The suspense is building, and the plot twist with the lights going out.
Kiran's smirk faded as he realized Vegas was gone. He scanned the crowd, his eyes darting from person to person.
"Where is he?" he demanded, his voice echoing through the darkened club.
Bruno approached him, his face etched with concern. "I don't know, boss," he replied. "He must have found a way out."
Kiran's anger flared. He turned to his men and ordered them to search every inch of the club. "Find him," he growled. "I won't rest until he's in my hands."
(to be continued)....
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