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.

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

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.

"You alright, Capo?" He growled.

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.

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?"

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."

"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."

Giovanni's voice was low and urgent. "Ronan, get the Capo out of here."

Ronan quickly grabbed Ivan's arm and pulled him towards their car.

As they moved to leave, the La Mano Roja leader shouted, "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