chapter thirteen

A prisoner is what I can call myself right now. Herman had denied anyone from giving me the privilege of being free to use my own hands and walk around aimlessly. I've been tied up for two hours. It's going to take at least fifteen hours from where we are to New York. So approximately he wants me to just seat here for thirteen hours more.

Oh did I mention we are heading towards New York? Well isn't that shocking? What are the odds that the only place I considered safe is where his hive is. Worst part is he didn't let Dante come near me after he told me where we were headed and why. Diablo is such a narcissist. I stared blankly at the roof of the jet from my surprisingly comfortable plush and let me not forget, luxurious jet seat which I hate so much. Sigh. Finding the ceiling boring I looked up ahead at the navy blue seats, a yard from where I was seating, at the men now watching football on the flat screen TV. Dante had forgotten about me, he was cheering for this team that wore a