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Okay, so maybe being in the plane doesn't suck all that bad. But it's only because of Spencer keeping me company while Atticus was in the back somewhere, crocheting or talking about his favorite drugs to sell, with his men. The part that sucked was still being handcuffed.

Turns out the food isn't actually poisoned, it's just all in my head. But I guess I won't really know because it could possibly take over eight hours to kick in. No, it hasn't been eight hours yet, but there's at least an hour or so left.

Thanks to Carrot Head, he somehow managed to get me my phone and get me uncuffed. Courtesy of me saving his life. My negotiating skills weren't too shabby if I don't say so myself. It's not like a blackmailed him or bribed him or anything. And I did manage to get some very valuable pieces of information. But, it did come at a cost.

"How about this, you tell me your last name and I'll tell you my first name. But promise not to say anything to anyone," I compromised, lowering my voice so Atticus couldn't hear me, wherever he was.

It's not like he wouldn't find out eventually anyways.

"I pinky promise," he promises as he puts his pinky out to interlock with mine. He waits a bit, "It's Russo." He, too, was quite on edge, observing his surroundings and making sure there were no prying eyes or ears.

"Mines Estelle, but you can call me Ellie if you like, I don't really care," I answer truthfully. It was only fair.

Well, it wasn't the full truth. People only call me Estelle because I never allow them to call me by my birth name, but he doesn't need to know that.

Was that a stupid decision? Yes, maybe it was. But I was desperate for information, and he was as eager as I was, so it was pretty much a done deal if you ask me. Desperate times call for desperate measures, this was a desperate measure, but also a very desperate time.

He's sleeping anyway so I have to find something else to do. In order to kill some time, I was left alone to think and process everything that's going on and most importantly, why?

That fucker had no right to put me on a plane without even asking me. Had he asked me, would I had said yes? No, I wouldn't have.

First things first, I'm being taken to Italy, against my will might I add. This means that I could possibly sue him if anything. But the downfall of that is, I'm not the richest bitch out there and Atticus for sure is because, well, I don't know maybe because he has a fucking private jet. 

So I guess I shouldn't really assume he's rich, or I can just face the obvious fact that he is, and he probably has some powerful ass lawyer.

I'm not saying I don't but, I have an acquaintance who knows a friend who knows a friend who has a cousin that knows a drug dealer that has a sister that has a cousin who has an aunt that has a kidney donor who has a lung lender who has a brother that's a lawyer.

I'm sure that wouldn't be possible because I don't have any friends unfortunately. On the topic of that, nobody probably even noticed that I was missing because they hardly even notice that I exist. I liked it that way, I thought of it as being hot and mysterious so I wasn't all bothered.

Right now I'm more concerned about the hospital, given that I'm not there to make sure everything is in check and also because I don't call off so it'd be out of the blue for me not to show up at work without saying anything. 

Luckily today was my off day so there wouldn't be that much confusion. But, I couldn't even call in to say anything because I don't have anyone I work with's numbers so it's pointless.