Her Mafia Prince ✔️

Chapter 23 - Moving In Day

~ Matteo's POV ~

Tax fraud.

Freaking tax fraud.

That's what this was all about.

I knew they would try to find any reason that they could to throw me in jail, but there was no way this was legit. I made sure everything was covered, I spent weeks doing it. I didn't miss something as simple as tax, there is no way.

Even on a normal day I would make sure our asses were covered when it came to not paying tax.

After I was arrested, I spent the first night in a cell in a holding facility near the courthouse, waiting for my arraignment hearing the next day. This only happened since the judge who issued a warrant for my arrest decided I wasn't eligible for bail.

At the arraignment hearing all I had to do was say whether I was guilty of tax fraud which I obviously denied. Maybe I was technically guilty, but there was no way they should be able to know that - we were too good at hiding it.

The hearing was closed so only my lawyers were allowed in, which meant I wasn't able to see Gabby or Adrian. Once I'd pleaded not guilty, they announced that my trial would begin in eight weeks and until then I was going to be held in a medium security prison since they claim I was dangerous as 'I was known to have threatening and harmful connections'.

Bullshit.

After the arraignment hearing I was transferred to the prison which was just outside of Milan. It seemed like a typical prison with guard towers and barbed wire fences surrounding it, but from what I heard medium security prisons weren't that bad. They housed less dangerous criminals compared to maximum security prisons where murderers and rapists would be held. There were more perks at a medium security prison and less intense regulation of the day to day lives of the inmates.

Once I was inside they took the bag which had everything I was wearing that first night and kept it for whenever I would be released from this prison. Then they booked me in, taking my mug shot like you see in the movies and my finger prints. After that I took a shower and of course they had to search me before I was given a pair of grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt with a grey hoodie to go on top if it was cold and a pair of shorts if it was hot.

I chose to wear the shorts since it was the middle of summer in Milan, which is hot, for anyone who didn't know.

According to the guard who gave me the clothes, this is what they would wear around the prison and then if you have a job or something you would be issued a uniform for that.

Once that was done another guard who seemed a lot less friendly than the first one came into the room followed by two more. Apparently I had to stand up for this bitch because when I didn't the two guards he brought pulled me up off the chair by my arms.

"I see you're going to take some time to learn your place around here." He smirked at me as he stepped forward while his bitches held onto me.

"This will be fun." He stopped right in front of me, taking out his nightstick from his holder before hitting me once in the stomach with it. The hit instantly winded me and I hunched over just as they let go of my arms.

"There's 24 hours in a day, 168 in a week and for every single one of those hours you are going to do as you are told. Breakfast is at 6am, if you miss it you don't eat until lunch at 12pm. Dinner is at 6pm, if you miss that you don't eat all night and lights out is 10pm. You're provided with a standard meal for free but if you want to eat more or add on extras at the commissary you need someone to put money into your account. This is also how you can purchase essentials you might need like soap and toothpaste."