The instinct for survival, honed through years in the mafia, surged within him, fueling his determination to overcome his current predicament.
With a surge of adrenaline, Vincenzo summoned his remaining strength, using every ounce of his willpower to fight back against his assailants.
He lashed out, tearing the ropes on his wrists, landing a few well-placed strikes that momentarily stunned his attackers.
Seizing the opportunity, he darted towards an open door, his body battered but his spirit unyielding.
Just as he reached the door, Edinburgh showed up which had him shaking as he backed away slowly.
Behind Edinburgh were more mafia men.
"Going somewhere?" Laughed the old man who walked slowly into the room with a smile on his face.
"What do you want?"
"I just want to talk."
"We can talk here."