Letters To The Mafia Don

VI

Charlotte Cole

"Hey Glenda." I greeted once I strolled through the entrance doors. The hot air hit me and I immediately started to sweat even more than I already was, but I can't take off my clothes because that would make Devon feel like he has power over me to make me do what he demands. 

"Hey..." She trailed off at the end of the word once she saw what I was wearing. "Why are you wearing an Eskimo coat in this weather? You will die from the heat." She had put down the files she was checking and opened up the clear doors to hear me more clearly instead of through the tiny holes in the window. 

"Devon made a comment yesterday and I am just proving to him that I will not do whatever he demands me to do." I shrugged as if it was so simple. 

"What did he say?" 

"He told me to wear something I won't sweat in and that he wants me to show more skin. So I thought let's do the complete opposite." 

"He's going to go barmy." I pressed my badge against the scanner and waited for it to beep. Once it accessed my card the door buzzed open and I placed everything in a box and walked through the magnetometer, it buzzed red and I furrowed my eyebrows before my eyes went wide with realisation. 

"It's the coat. A lot of metal on here, the buttons." I told the security guard and Glenda, to which they both laughed. 

"Can you take the coat off just so I can check, Charlotte?"

"Of course Greg." I smiled, I slid the coat off and went through the magnetometer again, thankfully it let me through without buzzing. "There me go. Thank you Tommy." I thanked Tommy, who stood next to Greg, when he passed me my coat and helped me into it. I took all of my possessions out from the box and turned around to Glenda who had now come out of her office to laugh at me. "He will definitely go barmy, but I am proving to him that he shouldn't be so disgusting and that he shouldn't treat women like objects." My voice raising the further down the corridor I got.

"I'll see you later." She shouted when I made it down to the end of the corridor. I waved my hand before turning down another corridor and stood outside of Freddie's cell.

"Hello Freddie." I smiled sweetly. "How are you on this fine morning? Are the injuries clearing up well?"

"Yes ma'am." He grumbled thought gritted teeth. 

"Oh don't be like that, I had to scold you yesterday I will not tolerate being disrespected by you. I apologise, I may have gone too far but it was necessary to get you to listen to me. Now do you accept my apology?" I asked bashfully. 

"I guess." He muttered.

"Great." I turned to one of the officers and asked her to let Freddie out. 

"What why?" She asked. 

"He has an appointment with me." She muttered something under her breath but took her keys out anyway, once the door was unlocked she secured his hands in a pair of handcuffs. "Those handcuffs aren't necessary."

"Oh trust me sweetheart, it's definitely necessary for when he is around you." The handcuffs were left on and the officer turned away while I took him to my office. 

"So Freddie." I began once I sat down in my chair, he was sat opposite me in one of the metal chairs with his hands on his lap. "Why are you in here?"

"Why am I in here? Hmm, good question, I wanted a good fuck and I got it." He shrugged. 

"You raped someone?" He nodded and pursed his lips.

"Multiple times. I kidnapped my sisters best friend, little whore had been teasing me for months, when I finally gave her what she was insinuating she didn't like it, so I took it." 

"Do you regret it?" He laughed.

"No." He didn't even hesitate. "Tightest pussy I've ever had. When I get out, who knows, she might finally want me." 

"How old are you Freddie?"

"23. Surely you should know that, haven't you looked at my file?"

"No I haven't, because you aren't a prisoner that needs appointments with me. How old was she when you raped her?"

"16. Don't worry, I made sure she was legal and protected." 

"How long have you been in here?"

"2 years, is this an interrogation? Do I need a lawyer present?" He challenged. 

"No it's not an interrogation. So she would be 18 now, and you was 21 at the time."

"Yeah. Now let's get onto another conversation, why the fuck are you wearing that coat in the middle of may?"

"Just proving to someone a bit like you that I am not going to become his prey and fall onto my knees listening to every demand."

"Julian isn't going to like that." He said so quietly I almost thought he hadn't said anything.

"What?" 

"Nothing. Can I go now? It's weird being out of my cell for so long unless it's for food or to go outside."

"Yes, yes you may go now." He stood from the chair and left my room, escorted by an officer to his cell. Once I knew that they were definitely away from my office I unzipped my coat and clicked the button on my fan, happily welcoming the fresh cold air onto my skin with a wide smile, that was until I heard a knock at my door I quickly turned off my fan and zipped up my coat. "Come in." 

Devon stepped into the room with a wide grin on his face that slowly disappeared when he noticed what I was wearing. "What are you wearing? I told you to show some more skin, it would be hot today." He was angry, no he was furious but I wasn't bothered.

"You told me to show some skin you didn't specify how much that was so the skin I am showing is my hands and my face." I leaned back in my chair with my arms crossed over my chest, if I didn't have this coat on he would have gotten an eyeful of my lifted breasts but the coat restricted his view. "You threatened me with my degree, I am not going to willingly fall to your every demand, you are a disgusting piece of shit Devon and I am not going to allow you to make me become another one of your victims. Maybe you should start to treat your wife with some respect."

"Be careful with what you say little girl, I can destroy your entire future with the snap of my fingers." He threatened.

"Oh and how would poor Julia feel when I tell her about your little conquests?" The smile on my face grew even wider that it had started to hurt my cheeks, but I couldn't help but love every second of this. "I suggest you start treating me a little nicer otherwise I will tell her everything." He visibly paled and his Adams apple bounced as he gulped. 

"You wouldn't?" I stood from my chair and pushed my hands into the desk.

"Oh but I already have. I told her last night actually, while you was out getting fucked. I sent her evidence and everything." 

"What do you mean evidence?"

"Just some things I have collected since I found out about your lewd affairs."

"You bitch."

"Keep the names coming, it doesn't affect me one little bit. Just know that it makes your situation a whole lot more difficult to climb out of." 

"You will regret this."

"Oh but I don't think I will. You see I can't tolerate men like you, men that think women are oblivious to everything you do, I mean what is this the 1930s? We aren't supposed to stay at home and bend over backwards to meet your every beck and call. We have our own lives but Julia, she waits for you while you have some whore dangling over you in a place only your wife should be. Now I suggest you go home to your wife and come clean to her as well just so she believes what I said. When you come in tomorrow I expect you to be respectful and we can become good friends."

He rushed out the door and I sat back down in my chair with a sly grin on my face. I wonder what he will say when he realises that I haven't spoken to his wife? I laughed at the thought. Oh I feel like I am finally making my way in here. 

Little did I know, this might be the last few weeks I ever see of this place.