Sophia's mother was frozen in place by Adam's icy gaze. The silence that pervaded the kitchen was more menacing than any yell. There was a real pressure on the eardrums from the fear in the room.
"Listen lady" Adam said finally his voice a low gravelly sound. "If you want to call the police be my guest. Go ahead. Call them."
He paused letting the words hang in the air.
"But after you do whatever happens to your family whatever happens to your daughters you'll have no one to blame but yourself. Their dark future will be your responsibility."
It was not a loud threat. It was a silent, well-considered factual statement. Sophia's mother was physically struck by it. She flinched as though he had hit her. Her expression changed from one of defiance to one of fear.
"What… what do you mean?" she stammered. Her courage was gone replaced by a creeping dread.
Adam didn't answer right away. He pointed a finger at one of the dead assassins the one he had killed first by the door.
