Cassidy’s POV
I struggled against my restraints, ignoring the pain in my wrist as I tried to break the ties holding me. Across from me, my captor sat back against the side of the van using a large knife to clean under his nails, ignoring me.
The damn zip ties wouldn’t budge, I glanced around for something that I could use to rub against but there was nothing, of course there wasn’t!
I had stopped panicking now, the tears had dried and I was just numb, why did they want me? How could I be leverage? Mum didn’t have any money so they couldn’t possibly hope that taking me would get them a ransom!
I rummaged through my jumbled, mind, searching for any indication of what I could be used for . . mum had a new boyfriend . . could it be about him? Maybe he had money . . but they had only been d
