Adam's POV
We ran out of the house, feeling the afternoon sun burn against my skin. Pecks of wearing black.
The air smelled of gasoline and burnt tyres.
My men moved, spreading out in a straight line. Maximus stood a few feet away, raising his gun at the van.
"Dang. We can't have a day without trouble, can we?" Nico complained, behind me.
"Shut up," one of my men spoke.
"Don't piss me off, Andrea," Nico replied.
"No figures why Raphael keeps smacking you," Andrea responded.
Another chipped in. "Raph, needs to hit harder. Who knows, he might finally get a spark of sense."
The men and I laughed, briefly forgetting we had a situation. Nico frowned, hating that we had fun of him.
The sound of the Van's door opening, pulled my attention. Vance got off the driver'
