Casey’s POV.
I woke up some time ago. I have stayed silent and watched and listened to these fuckers as they laughed and talked, hell they were even brave enough to taunt me. They wouldn’t be if I wasn’t bound. Well, I’m not bound. I escaped from those binds a while ago, but who is counting?
“Come over here and say that to my face, or are you too scared to play a game with me?” I say with a chuckle, and the man gulps and looks away.
“Pussy.” I say as I turn and look out of the window. They didn’t even bag my head, so I couldn’t see where we were going. You see f*****g amateurs at playing big Bratva men. I can eat these men for breakfast. I’m not worried. There is no point in being worried or scared. So I just get comfortable.
“Oi, bald fucker.” I say, and the man turns to look at me a
