FIFTY THREE Sideward Lift

As the small triangular box moved like a sideward lift, and we were like tuna in a can inside, Martin and his men remained vigilant. Levi and my men were also gazing at them sharply with their guns on their sides.

"Hide your guns, guys!" I told them. They were adamant, but I firmly gave them a stern gaze. "These aren't our real enemies!"

"Yet!" Levi violently uttered.

"Oh! You wanna challenge here, dog?!" Enzo was pissed. The two were on a death stare since the gu. the shooting had begun. "C'mon, give me what you've got, Bratva!" he spouted, making the rest of my boys prepare for a fighting stance.

"You do d*mn well know, we just saved your lives, amigos!" Roman, the most calm among them, was also trying his best to control his urge to hit one of Martin's men.

"How well do you know those as*holes aren't after you?!" The black guy, whose name was Patrick, sneered.

"Nico's Diamond Mob aren't after the Bratva, I'd!ot. They are after her!" Maxim pointed at Dakota, who sudde