Number 4 - I know.

The woman who towered and stood in between us was now the center of attention but I noticed that Number 8– Dave, was standing right at the place she came from. He was wearing a gloating smile as he was looking at the two-digits and the three-digits who were down or just about to come for us, but she, on the other hand, was fucking furious.

Among the cars that got dented earlier, the most recent one that got dented– due to Mikhail throwing another gangbanger like it was nothing, seemed to be hers.

I just saw it as a regular car that got its front fender dented and bent, but looking at it for the second time, it was actually a fucking Aston Martin DB9.

It didn't stand out as much because of all the customized and pimped-up vehicles around us– because it was stock and only had a clear coat, but seeing it parked with a generous amount of space from all sides, it would've been an indication to not mess with it and it was owned by someone pretty special.