Cassidy’s POV
I was guided through the warehouse, through a door and into a small office, Cohen, the tattooed guy that drove the van, grabbed a chair and dragged me too it by my wrist, forcing me down into the seat as I winced.
‘Hey!’ Roberto called out warningly, ‘treat our young guest respectfully.’
Nodding, Cohen, grabbed some rope, wrapping it around my arms and the sides of the chair, though this time he took care not to wrap them around my bruised wrist.
He then tied each of my legs to the front legs of the chair so that I couldn’t move.
Stepping back, he leaned his muscular frame against the wall, taking out his phone and starting to tap away furiously.
Roberto came over to me, crouching down so that his face was in line with my own. ‘Such a beauty’ he murmured, reaching out a
