Luca's men move immediately, they put Zip ties on Margaret's wrists and ankles, and someone pulled her roughly to her feet. She's screaming now, threats, promises of revenge, curses in Cantonese that I don't understand but recognize as vicious.
Katherine sets the detonator carefully on the desk, her hands trembling. I'm at her side in an instant, pulling her against me.
"You okay? You're not hurt?"
"I'm fine." But she's shaking hard, her adrenaline crash hitting. "Tony, your father-"
Thomas is conscious but pale, blood soaking through his shirt from two shoulder wounds. Katherine drops beside him immediately, pressing her hands against the wounds to slow his bleeding.
"I'm alright," Thomas grits out. "Flesh wounds, I've survived worse."
"The ambulance is coming," Luca says, phone to his ear. "FBI too. And-" He looks at me. "Bomb squad. Your brother called them the moment Margaret mentioned explosives."
