Before Ziva could even manage to grab Elara's dress properly, the door on her own side suddenly opened too. A rough hand shot in immediately and grabbed her arm. In the next second, she was dragged out of the car aggressively.
Elara looked up at the man holding her. She stayed quiet as he pulled her outside though the heavy fabric of her gown nearly made her stumble when he finally let go of her arm.
Ziva quickly yanked herself free from the man gripping her and hurried back to Elara's side. Her eyes swept over Elara from head to toe before she slowly looked ahead.
Five men stood ahead looking at them with a predatory expression.
"What do you want from us?" Ziva muttered sharply while glaring at them with cold eyes.
The man who had driven them there finally removed his cap, revealing a head so bald and shiny it looked like streetlights could reflect off it during a blackout.
Now that Elara could see his face clearly, her brows narrowed a little.
