Chapter Nine
One month. It has been one month since my sister and I escaped. We arrived safely to London two days after the escape, passports and a few million dollars on credit cards in hand.
Before leaving the apartment I left out five thousand dollars with a note. I knew William would check there eventually. The note read:
To my asshole captor and overall the d**k of the century,
First of all, I am absolutely not going to be your mate. Ask Lucifer or the fates or something for a new one, I’m not available.
Next, I owe you absolutely nothing, but one of us is a relatively good person. Here’s your r****d plus interest for the few things and the one thousand I took from you.
Oh, also, If you find me, know that I will f*****g kill you.
I look forward to watching you burn in hell.
