Letters To The Mafia Don

II

Charlotte Cole

I licked the envelope and closed it, I knew that there was someone standing outside my door, prepared to take the letter to Mr King. I had slipped in a photo of myself so he knew what I looked like. I stood up from my chair and pushed it back so I could trip on one of the legs, as I got to the door I remembered I hadn't gotten and extra piece of paper and a blunt-ish pencil, so I turned back around and grabbed them before finally opening the door.

"Hello..." I looked down at her name tag. "Matilda, I have the letter. If you could take it to Mr King, I would be eternally grateful." I smiled sweetly, tilting my head to the right making my auburn hair frame the left side of my face. 

"Yeah sure." I turned away to walk back into my room, "Can you also tell him that these are weekly, so his letter won't be getting sent back to me until next week?

"Of course."

"Thank you so much." I thanked her. She nodded and turned away from me going in the direction of the cells. Was he in the cells I had walked past yesterday? I know that I would remember his face, I saw his photo in his file, he is very good looking but it's a shame about what he did for a living. I closed my door and sighed, holding my forehead against the door. 

I never thought I would actually end up here, but here I am. Sending letters to the Mafia Don. 

****

Julian King

"Roll call!" I sighed and stood up from my bed, the sound of everyones cell doors clicking and buzzing, indicating that they had been opened for us to stand outside the cells while they counted us and searched our room. I leaned back against the wall with my hands behind my back and waited until that stronzo, Victor, searched my room. [Asshole]

"Boss." Mateo called from the cell in front of me.

"Che cosa? " [What?]

"Lui ha una lettera. Pensi che ci abbiano inviato qualcosa? " He asked. [He has a letter. Do you think they sent us something?]

"No." I told him truthfully. "È trope pericoloso." [It is too dangerous] He nodded his head and a scowl made its way onto his face when he saw Victor making his way towards our cells. Victor is a son of a whore, he is a bald, bulky 40 year old man with tattoos on his forearms, he has a horrible set of musky green eyes and a smirk that he could wear for days without permanently marking his face. He thinks he runs this block because he has been here for the longest out of the pigs that work here. 

"Good morning fellas, oh sorry, you might not understand me. Foreign pricks." He muttered under his breath. "King!" I rolled my eyes and stared at him, planting a smile on my face. 

"You alright Victor? Wow nice tattoos." I gasped. 

"You've seen them before King." He sighed.

"Oh I know, but every time I see them it just looks like they are getting worse, probably all of that saggy wrinkly skin of yours. Are you sure you're 40? You look more like 70."

"That is a warning King! One more and you will be sent straight to the hole."

"That will make it 76, won't it?"

"Yes, King. You have a letter here, from the prison psychologist. You'd love to fuck her. I heard she told Freddie he has a small dick. She is a beauty, nice arse, nice set of tits, and an even sexier face. She looks like the perfect shag for you." An exasperated sigh exited his mouth. "Shame you're in here for life, isn't it mate? I'll tell you how she is." He smirked. 

He handed me my letter along with some paper and a blunt pencil and then searched my room. I could see the faint outline of a small piece of card in the envelope. "All clear, in here." I heard Victor yell. Of course it was bloody clear, I have nothing in there but a bed. I slid along the wall and into my cell, hearing the clang of the door closing. I ripped open my letter once I was sat on my bed and a piece of card fell over with the name Charlotte Cole written on the back, and a beautifully written letter along with it. I turned the photo around and was instantly capture by this woman beauty, Victor was right, well without the sexy face, I wouldn't use such vulgar words, enchanting seems more fitting. I reluctantly put the photo down and focused onto the letter.

Dear Mr King, 

My name is Charlotte Cole, I am your Psychologist. I would come and speak to you in person but I am not allowed near you due to "safety" reasons, which is quite ironic seeing as I'm sat in an office in a prison. My job is to set you men on the right track of life, to prevent you from committing a crime when you go back into the world. Unfortunately for you, I am helping you prevent crime in here, I am also making sure you won't be taking another trip to your beloved hole. 

Today is our first "session", if you could call it that, I just want to get to know you. I have given the guards instructions to give me your letter right away once you have written it, which is why I have provided you with a stack of paper and a blunt pencil, if you ever need a new one just tell me in a letter and I will give you a new one with the next letter I give you. 

So I will tell you about myself and then you can return the favour. 

As I said before, my name is Charlotte Cole, I am 22 and a student at the University of Greenwich studying Psychology. I live with my mother and my younger sister in South London. I love singing, but I am absolutely horrendous, I love every single genre in books and movies. My music taste is all over the place, I love everything. My favourite food is anything Italian, so if you could give me some recommendations on what is the best Italian food, I will give you my opinion on it. I always give an honest opinion, so whatever enquires you have or if you want an answer to something then I will tell you the truth of what I think.

Anyway, I think that is all about me that you should know. Now tell me about you in your letter. These letters are weekly, so after you send me your reply you will not get another letter out of me until next week. Stay out of trouble Mr King.

Charlotte. 

I re-read the letter another thousand times, while looking at her picture. I think I just found my Queen. I laughed aloud at my thought catching Mateo's attention, he stared at me through the bars of our cells like I had entered the depths of insanity. 

"What is it Boss?" He asked. 

"Ho appena trovato la nostra regina." [I just found our queen] I laughed even harder, tears sprung to my eyes and started to leak out of the corner of my eye. I wiped them away with shaky hands. 

"Questa è una buona cosa, vero?" [This is a good thing, isn't it?] I sobered up and nodded.

"Beh, certo. Ora Lance deve portarci fuori di qui per poterla fare mia." [Well, of course. Now Lance has to get us out of here to make her mine.] 

I am coming for you Charlotte, you will be mine.