Eden’s POV

Someone cuts my wrists free, and I feel a little relieved at first. I thought it would bring back the memory of the heist, but in reality, the brothers work at securing my hands behind my back, and another plastic tie loops around my wrists again.

My eyes go wide behind the tie.

“Can’t have you doing anything rash,” Dante teases.

Ryder joins in the snickering banter, “We know how you like to move the blindfold off your ...