THE BRATVA'S BRIDE

e chaos. Bullets flew through the air, striking buildings

any sign of safety. "Protect the Capo!" he shouted to th

they returned fire, trying

he driver of Ivan's car, his voice urgen

. The tires screeched and popped, one by one, as the driver struggled to ma

e crash and his eyes widened in alarm. "Fuc

face etched with concern. Ivan stumbled

iver is dead." Blood pooled aro

then back to Ivan. "Who gives a fuck about t

ill coughing. "

hrough the air, forcing them to duck for cover. "Let's

hem surrounded. Cars hemmed them in, trapping them. One of La Mano Roja

nse was insta

. Guns down," the man said,

"You deaf? I

at Giovanni and the others. The Capo, Ivan, stepp

widened. "What?

was firm. "I sa

then slowly lowered th

, facing La Mano Roja's

er smiled. "Simple. W

credulous. "What do you mean

ant our drugs back. Have you forgotten

hange the drugs and the money. You gave us the drugs, we paid you

ider. "No, we still want

dripping with arrogance. "I am the Capo o

oice low and urgent. "Ronan

arm and pulled him towards

der shouted, "No, no, no! You don't get to l

he leader, and he barked an o

tandoff ensued. Ronan had already gotten Ivan into the

ickly. The La Mano Roja leade

r, dodging and weaving to avoid the shots. As the car sped away, Giovan

Giovanni's aim was deadly, and at least ten of La Mano Roja's men w

. Suddenly, a gun was pointed at Giovanni's head. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? You think

man, their guns locking. "I think you're the con

immediate. "Yes, I'm t

my drugs back, and I'm not l

irked. "Wel

t of the leader's hand. However, just as Giovanni was about to gain the upper hand, he fel

Giovanni in the chest. The bullet pierced through his chest, and another shot hit his hand, causin

y back, or else I'll shoot you in t

nd bleeding from his hand, lo

r capo, huh? The capo you've tried to save has esc

ut resolute. "I'll be loyal

wisted in anger, and he s

e. The leader yelled at his men, "Let's go!" Th

n arrived, Ronan s

d.The guards dispersed, searching f

am of pain. Everyone rushed to the scene, and R

h the streets. Ronan turned his head, pain etched on his face. Ivan ran to

face twisted in grief, and ordered Ronan, "Carry the body