"Hey! Don't rough handle the lady," Cassidy scolded his men as they walked into his room with Brandy and pushed her to the floor.
Brandy met the gaze of the man who was seated on a chair with a cigar in one hand. The man who was in his late thirties was dressed in a pristine white suit and he looked clean and handsome as she had always remembered him. Unlike the other lords, no one would easily guess his line of business judging by the way he dressed and carried himself.
"What do you want?" Brandy asked, feeling relieved and more confident now that she knew who she was facing. She was glad to know that of all the cruel lords of the cartel, it was Cassidy who had gotten her and not the others. Although he could be heartless, she knew that he had a thing for her. He was the first man Jero had sold her to after all. The one who had deflowered her.
