Cassidy let out a shaky breath. "Then please, for the love of God, get these off me," he pleaded. "I need a hospital. I'm bleeding out here."
Ricardo moved behind the chair, already working at the bindings. The ropes were tight, dug deep into Cassidy's wrists. "Hold still," Ricardo muttered, pulling at the knots. "Who is that guy?" He asked as he worked.
Cassidy winced as the rope loosened, blood rushing back into his hands. "Some guy Luca's wife sent to kill me," he said bitterly, his head falling back against the chair. "Bianca's cleaning house."
"You're going to tell me everything," Ricardo said. "Every single thing you know."
"Buddy, at this point, I'll tell you my childhood trauma if it gets me out of here alive."
The final knot gave way, and Ricardo pulled the ropes free, stepping back as Cassidy's body slumped forward, finally released.
Cassidy groaned, clutching at his leg, his breath coming in sharp bursts as the pain surged again. "Jesus Christ…" he muttered.
