Letters To The Mafia Don

III

Charlotte Cole

Ciao mia regina, [Hello my queen]

I must say, you have quite a lovely name it rolls off of my tongue with elegance. As you already know I am Julian King. I don't need any help, especially not professional help by someone so young. I am not a psychopath, amore [love]. 

A little bit to know about me is that I am 28, I am a notorious Mafia Don and I will do anything to protect my men. I have a very long line of business, I own most of the clubs that you go to, strip clubs, hotels, escorts, drugs, and I have some police on my pay roll but they don't work here. 

My men are my only family. I live in a hidden estate, I have many homes in Italy and in multiple other countries, one of my favourites is a small estate I own in Greece over looking an ocean, I think it would be something you might enjoy to see. It's a shame I am in here. 

It is now my second favourite view. 

It is disappointing that we cannot see each other in person, I would have loved to have had this conversation in person, just to see how well you do. Where this is for your course I could have told you what you did well and what you didn't do well. Don't worry, I am sure it would have all been good things. 

The guard is waiting for me to give him this letter, so I have to go now. I look forward to your letter next week Charlotte. 

A presto mia regina. [See you soon my queen]

I have been re-reading this letter for the past week. I don't know what it is but I feel a bit wary about this. I know that I have been told that he is dangerous but, I don't know, this letter has just made me realise that maybe I shouldn't have taken him on as a patient. The way that he has written this letter, it makes me feel like there is some sort of double meaning behind this. 

Today I have to send another letter but I might leave it for another week. I just don't know what to write. I mean how on earth do you write letters asking questions, when I have to send them weekly, I'm going to have to talk to Devon about making it a day session instead of being restricted to one letter a week. I cannot be his psychiatrist when I can't answer any of his questions right away. 

There was a knock at my door pulling me away from thinking of what to write in the next letter. "Come in." I muttered, but it was loud enough for the person behind the door to hear me. The door opened to reveal Glenda. Glenda had been visiting me during her breaks and she would ask me questions, mostly about her husband. She knows I am a student studying psychology but she also think I am a psychic about what her husband does with his secretary at work. 

"Hello Glenda. What questions do you have for me today?"

"I actually have no questions today." She popped her gum causing a loud noise to erupt in the room. 

"Really?" I asked cautiously, just in case she was just in case she was joking.

"Yes. No questions today, I spoke to my husband last night and he told me that he thought I was the one having an affair, so he was gradually pulling away and then I told him I wasn't. We agreed to talk to each other whenever we think something is going on."

"So you made up then?"

"Yeah, we had a whole night of passionate, hot s-"

"Okay that it is enough talking, I do not need to hear about your sex life."

"I was going to say sleeping." She said, I gave her a pointed look that caused her to laugh. "I wasn't going to say sleeping. But I will say that I think baby number one might be coming soon, we haven't really had s-" I glared at her, "'the magic cuddle', for a while but we also didn't use any protection and I am not on birth control."

"Well if you do get pregnant then there will be a congratulations from me."

"Why do you get so uncomfortable about the subject of sex? Surely you shouldn't when you've done it before." I opened my mouth and closed it again like a fish gasping for air before looking away and stamping some sheets of paper. "Oh my god. You're a virgin aren't you?" She gasped. "How the hell are you a virgin? You are literally sex on legs, with your wavy black hair, those striking blue eyes and your pale complexion, anyone would be lucky to have you. Honestly if I wasn't married and we were both lesbians I would gobble you up."

"Ha, calm down Glenda. I'm just waiting for someone special, I don't want to lose my virginity to someone who I will only get hurt by in the end."

"Damn, well it's a sensible decision. I wish I had waited for my husband to be honest, my first boyfriend was my first time, well he was my first everything actually but he turned out to be a complete and utter arsehole and cheated on my a week after we slept together for the first time."

"That's exactly what I don't want."

"So what is your type?" She asked, leaning back in her chair pulling open a packet of cheese and onion crisps. 

"I'll tell you what's not my type. Someone like Devon." She crunched a crisp and covered her mouth before talking.

"I know, his wife is so nice, a lovely young woman, hasn't hurt a soul couldn't even hurt a fly. But he goes out every night after work with some other men from here and shags some whore. I have told her but she doesn't believe me."

"Ooo, shall we stalk him and get some evidence?"

"You are my type of gal. I am so happy that you came here, never leave. Please?" She begged. I laughed, and opened my mouth to reply but a knock pounded on the door. 

"Come in." The door opened and Devon walked in. "Ah Devon we were just talking about you." 

"All good things I hope, doll." I fought the urge to roll my eyes. If by good he meant plotting against you to reveal your whorish ways to your wife then yes. 

"Of course." I stifled a laugh. "I was wondering, instead of sending a letter Julian King once a week can we have a day session, where I send one and he sends one but I get to send one back and it carries on during the day."

"Why?"

"Because I can't wait a whole week to ask or answer questions, I send him one and then he sends me one and I have to wait to send him the next. It's a little unfair don't you think?" He stroked his chin between his thumb and index finger before tapping his chin. 

"Okay. It does sound better if you do that. But I am not changing my mind about it being through letters."

"Perfect. I will send him a letter now telling him the news." Devon nodded and left the room. I turned to Glenda. "What?" I asked when I caught the look on her face, it was between a confused look and a suggestive look. 

"Nothing, just thinking is all." 

"Alright." While she continued on with her lunch I wrote my letter to Julian. 

Little did I know, that just by this small change, I was feeding fuel to the fire.