Jamie squeezed his father's hand tightly. Things looked like they could get very ugly, very quickly. He wanted to do something, anything, to diffuse the situation, but he knew he'd probably only get himself shot. So he stayed where he was.
"What is it people say?" the man mused. "I think it goes, 'If you were going to kill me, you'd have done it already'."
"You should've just shot him when he walked through the door," Tony muttered. The leader took two steps back and backhanded him, the mostly pleasant expression on his face never changing. "Question me again, and you'll be the one getting shot," he said softly in Italian.
"What, he's untouchable now because that bitch Diana likes him?" Tony spat. "Fuck 'em both. Fucking thieving bastards, Carlo said-"
"I'm aware of what Carlo said, thank you," the other one growled.
"You're too soft, Jimmy," Tony said. "You always were." He pulled out his own gun and took a shot at Hermes, cursing when it went wide and bounced off one of the walls.
From her prison, Roxanna heard the shot and screamed, purely on reflex. She cried out for help, coming up with a jumble of French, Greek, and German.