That was more like it. Ruby hissed, gritting her teeth, and blinking stars from her vision as he pistol-whipped her. She made sure to point out to the whimpering, but indignant redhead in the back of her mind that this was the real Sam--the real Jimmy--who stood before her now.
She glared at him, but she still wasn't quite impressed. He had more where that came from, and she wanted to see it, even if Rebecca was ready to start pleading. Sammy wasn't going to listen to her anyway--no point wasting their breath. "I. Don't. Know."