I charged toward the group, catching them off guard. Their momentary confusion gave Scipio an opportunity to seize one of their weapons, throwing the attacker into another thug.
I tensed as the glint of firearms caught my eye. The odds were against us, but I reminded myself that in this world, there were no rules.
Ducking and weaving, I threw punches and kicks, but the presence of guns made it difficult to close the gap. Scipio, however, was fearless.
With lightning-fast movements, he disarmed the attackers and tossed the guns in my direction. I kicked them away, determined to keep the weapons out of their reach.
I kept a watchful eye on Scipio's wife, knowing that she was the key to his compliance. With a steely gaze, I searched for any openings, ready to act on instinct.
Half of me believed that the man who held her hostage wouldn't dare harm her. She was their leverage, and without her, they had nothing.
