Chapter 47.2
"Just do it," Cassey snapped, her voice sharp like a knife, "Or do you want me to make the call right now?"
The staff boy froze, fear flashing across his face.
It hadn't been his choice.
He hadn't been talked into it.
He had been forced. Dragged into something he didn't want.
**FLASHBACK**
The night before, after his shift ended, he had been walking toward the staff entrance, tired and sleepy. A black car rolled up beside him, slow and silent. Before he could even step back, two men jumped out, grabbed him roughly, and shoved a sack over his head.
He shouted. He struggled. But it was useless, and a hard punch to his stomach knocked all the air out of him, and he collapsed.
And when they yanked the bag off, he found himself tied to a chair inside a dark, cold room. The air smelled like dust and old smoke.
And sitting casually on a sofa across from him was a man he didn't recognize. But Iris and Lucius would easily recognise him, it was Marcus Dorne.
