In Enemy's Hands

JOSIE

I struggled to keep my nerves on the leash, but my composure was cracking more with every shallow breath I took. I was sitting in the backseat of a van with two men dressed in dark combat clothes on either side of me. My hands were tied with a nylon strap, but they put no restraints on my feet, nor did they blindfold me. Not that I could see a lot through the tinted windows in the middle of the night, but still, the not-blindfolding me part triggered all kinds of anxieties. They either didn't think I could recreate the road we were driving or they didn't plan to keep me alive to tell anyone about it…

The one good thing was that no one had checked me. I didn't carry any weapons on me, and none of them suspected I could stand a threat. Surely, they had taken away my purse, but they'd missed the fact that I'd managed to hide my phone elsewhere. The only true “weapon” I possessed was currently stuffed inside my jacket's inner pocket. The problem was that I would be able to use it on