THE BRATVA'S BRIDE

"Get down!" Giovanni yelled, his voice piercing through the chaos. Bullets flew through the air, striking buildings and cars as the sound of gunfire echoed through the streets.

Giovanni sprinted forward, his eyes scanning the area for any sign of safety. "Protect the Capo!" he shouted to the guards, who immediately rushed to surround Ivan De Luca.

The guards shielded Ivan as they returned fire, trying to pin down the attackers.

"Drive! Drive! Drive!" Ronan yelled to the driver of Ivan's car, his voice urgent and panicked. "Get us out of here, now!"

The driver floored it, but La Mano Roja's shooters targeted the car's tires. The tires screeched and popped, one by one, as the driver struggled to maintain control. The car careened out of control, crashing into a nearby tree.

Giovanni, who was in a separate car, saw the crash and his eyes widened in alarm. "Fuck!" he cursed, his voice laced with concern.

Giovanni rushed towards Ivan's car, his face etched with concern. Ivan stumbled out, coughing, covered in dust and debris.

Ronan's voice was grim. "The driver is dead." Blood pooled around the driver's lifeless body.

Giovanni's gaze flicked towards the driver, then back to Ivan. "Who gives a fuck about the driver?" he growled. "You alright, Capo?"

Ivan nodded, still coughing. "Yeah, I'm good."

Before he could take another breath, bullets whizzed through the air, forcing them to duck for cover. "Let's get you out of here," Giovanni said, his voice urgent.

They made a break for the other cars, but La Mano Roja's shooters had them surrounded. Cars hemmed them in, trapping them. One of La Mano Roja's men stepped out, a sneer twisting his face. "Guns down," he taunted.

Ronan's response was instant. "Fuck you."

"I won't repeat myself again. Guns down," the man said, his voice cold and menacing.

Ronan sneered. "You deaf? I said fuck you."

La Mano Roja's men positioned their guns, aiming at Giovanni and the others. The Capo, Ivan, stepped forward. "It's fine, it's fine. Drop the guns."

Giovanni's eyes widened. "What? What do you mean?"

The Capo's voice was firm. "I said drop the guns."

Their guards hesitated, then slowly lowered their guns to the ground.

The Capo stepped forward, facing La Mano Roja's men. "What do you want?"

The La Mano Roja leader smiled. "Simple. We want our drugs back."

Ronan's expression turned incredulous. "What do you mean by 'we want our drugs back'?"

The La Mano Roja leader smirked. "We want our drugs back. Have you forgotten the drug exchange? We want them back."

Giovanni's eyes narrowed. "I came specifically with my men to exchange the drugs and the money. You gave us the drugs, we paid you your money. What else do you want? You got your money, let us go."

The leader's smile grew wider. "No, we still want the drugs and the money."

Ivan, the Capo, stepped forward, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I am the Capo of La Famiglia De Luca, and I will not be-"

Giovanni cut him off, his voice low and urgent. "Ronan, get the Capo out of here."

Ronan quickly grabbed Ivan's arm and pulled him towards their car. "Let's go, Capo."

As they moved to leave, the La Mano Roja leader shouted, "No, no, no! You don't get to leave! I'll be the one to tell you to leave!"

Giovanni's eyes locked onto the leader, and he barked an order. "Guards, get your guns!"

The guards swiftly positioned their guns, and a tense standoff ensued. Ronan had already gotten Ivan into the car, and Ivan wound down the window. "Be safe, Giovanni."

Ronan nodded and drove off quickly. The La Mano Roja leader shouted, "Shoot the tires!"

Bullets whizzed towards the car, but Ronan proved to be a skilled driver, dodging and weaving to avoid the shots. As the car sped away, Giovanni and the guards returned fire, trying to pin down La Mano Roja's men.

Giovanni and his guards exchanged gunfire with La Mano Roja's men. Giovanni's aim was deadly, and at least ten of La Mano Roja's men went down. However, Giovanni's guards were also taking heavy losses.

As La Mano Roja's men retreated, Giovanni tried to find their leader, but he seemed to have vanished. Suddenly, a gun was pointed at Giovanni's head. "Well, well, well, who do we have here? You think you're smart just because your capo escaped doesn't mean you're going to escape," the voice sneered.

Giovanni swiftly turned and clashed with the gunman, their guns locking. "I think you're the consigliere of La Famiglia De Luca," the leader said.

Giovanni's response was immediate. "Yes, I'm the one. Got a problem?"

The leader sneered. "I want my drugs back, and I'm not leaving here until I get them."

Giovanni smirked. "Well, make me."

The two engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat, with Giovanni managing to kick the gun out of the leader's hand. However, just as Giovanni was about to gain the upper hand, he felt a searing pain in his back. He turned, gun raised, and shot the person who had shot him.

But before he could turn back to face the leader, the leader had already retrieved his gun and shot Giovanni in the chest. The bullet pierced through his chest, and another shot hit his hand, causing the gun to fall off. Giovanni's hands were bleeding, and he stumbled backward, bleeding profusely.

The leader sneered. "Get me my money back, or else I'll shoot you in the head straight to meet the devil."

Giovanni, holding his chest and bleeding from his hand, looked up at the leader. "Never."

The leader raised an eyebrow. "You're loyal to your capo, huh? The capo you've tried to save has escaped, and you're about to die. You're still loyal?"

Giovanni's voice was weak but resolute. "I'll be loyal to my capo to the very end."

The leader's expression twisted in anger, and he shot Giovanni in the head.

Just as he did, more guards arrived on the scene. The leader yelled at his men, "Let's go!" They fled, leaving Giovanni's lifeless body behind.

When Ivan and Ronan arrived, Ronan shouted, "Gio! Gio!"

"Search the area!" The Capo ordered.The guards dispersed, searching for any signs of La Mano Roja's men.

Someone yelled, "He's here!" followed by a scream of pain. Everyone rushed to the scene, and Ronan shouted, "Give way! Give way for the capo!"

When they saw Giovanni's dead body, Ivan screamed, his voice echoing through the streets. Ronan turned his head, pain etched on his face. Ivan ran to Giovanni's body, shaking him. "No, no, no! It's not possible! It's not true!"

But it was too late. Giovanni was gone. Ivan stood up, his face twisted in grief, and ordered Ronan, "Carry the body." They all left, mourning the loss of their loyal advisor.