Marcus yanked the long-haired guy by his messy hair, dragging him across the club floor before slamming him hard against the ground. His face twisted in disgust as he spat out,
"Filthy swine! You couldn't even clean yourself up? Look at the floor—you've left your filth all over it. Makes me wanna puke."
The tattooed man grunted, still half-drugged but burning with defiance. Marcus didn't care—he gestured to his juniors.
"Dress this bastard up properly, tie him, and throw him in the car. We'll deal with him later."
One of the juniors bent down, reaching for the man's arms to cuff him—but in a flash, the tattooed thug lashed out. His fists flew, landing a solid punch on the officer's jaw, then a brutal kick to another's ribs. In the chaos, he snatched a knife from the table and charged straight at Marcus from behind.
"Marcus!" Lucas's voice cut through the din like lightning.
Without a second thought, Lucas lunged forward, shoving Marcus out of the way. The knife slashed downward, missing Marcus—but piercing deep into Lucas's back.
Marcus's eyes went wide.
"No!" He rushed forward, catching Lucas as he staggered and collapsed to the floor. Blood seeped fast through Lucas's shirt.
"Stay with me, damn it! Someone get a stretcher now!" Marcus's voice cracked, raw panic surging through his chest. Tears burned at the edges of his eyes as he clutched Lucas's trembling hand.
Lucas forced a faint, pained smile. "Idiot… I told you… it's nothing…" His voice faltered, the strength draining out of him. Before Marcus could reply, Lucas's body went limp, unconscious in his arms.
"Lucas! Wake up, bro! Please—don't do this to me!" Marcus's shout echoed through the club, mixing with the chaos.
Meanwhile, the tattooed man tried to make a run for it, but Marcus's enraged juniors swarmed him. They tackled him hard to the ground, forcing handcuffs onto his wrists. The bastard screamed and thrashed, but there was no escape.
Around them, the rest of the suspects were rounded up, dragged out one by one for questioning. The once-booming night club had turned into a crime scene filled with fear, broken glass, and blood.
And at the center of it all—Marcus knelt on the blood-stained floor, holding his unconscious best friend, praying desperately that Lucas would survive.
To be Continued...