Gabriella has escaped her mob past, but Sylvie is mobbed up and a walking disaster in five-inch heels. She arrives on the eve of Gabriella’s wedding, pissed off that she’s not invited.
Sylvie carries a gun in her Gucci handbag along with her husband’s severed finger. The gun is to protect her from the Borkovic crime family. They have given her one week to return six million in diamonds, or else. She blames Vince, Gabriella’s deceased husband, for the old vendetta and murder of Drago Borkovic. She reckons her sister is obliged to help. Whereas Gabriella blames Sylvie for bringing this mess to her door.
When a mob-heavy attempts to kidnap them, they are forced to take drastic measures. They fall back on their skills: Sylvie offers a romp in the hay while the more practical, Gabriella, wants to cook for him. In an awkward self-defense scramble, the gun goes off. The bullet ricochets off Gabriella’s cast-iron skillet and the mobster drops dead.
Now, they’re faced with the perennial mob problem; what to do with the body?
To protect her family, Gabriella agrees to a wild ride in a stolen truck through the Australian countryside with her hair-brained sister at the wheel. They break more laws in their attempt to dump the corpse. But when they cross paths with an escaped convict wanted for murder, their prospects turn bleak.
The bodies start to pile up and Gabriella wonders if she can trust Sylvie. Things don’t add up. But if they hope to survive the Borkovics they need to stick together. When Gabriella’s son is kidnapped, the stakes become personal.
