Sophia Carter's POV
Waking up the next day in solitary wasn't so bad. It gave me time to think about what I should do, and about my situation at home. My younger siblings definitely hate me, and I can't exactly blame them for that. Even if my parents were monsters, Addison and Nathaniel had only known their good side. They only knew what my parents were pretending to be. With our huge age gap, with me being 14 years older than Addison and 8 years older than Nathan, they still don't know anything about the family business, the one that happens in the underworld - and I'd like to keep it that way for as long as possible.
Spending time in solitary also allowed me to think further on Trent Myers, the man with the Mexican accent whom I beat up yesterday. With the information my sources have gathered, I found out he's been secretly buying drugs from a gang leader who goes by the name of Phantom, and reselling them for more money in order to support his family. Since his wife left him for another man, he's been the only man in the house, and his 7 year old son only has his father left. Depending on whether or not he takes my suggestion of choosing his enemies carefully, which was basically just me indirectly asking him to work for me, I might have to deal with him later again. He already knows that I know information, and that I will use it against him if necessary, but if push comes to shove, I won't be afraid to take him out.
Another person I've been thinking about is Tammy. She's been here for the past four years, and I don't know if I really trust her story. Sure, we used to date, but that doesn't mean she doesn't have ulterior motives. I'm going to have to be careful about what I spill around her, because who knows what she'll do with that information. I mean, sure, she's my ex and everything, but what if she was just using me all this time to get back at my family? I don't know. I'm going to have to ask Angelie to gather information from my sources about anything they can find from her background that is even slightly suspicious. It's already bad enough that she knows the extent of the abuse I've suffered growing up. I mean, she's the only one who knows that my- "Bitch, if you don't come out of there right now, I'll lock you up for another day," a guard I haven't seen before says. I hadn't even noticed that the door to the solitary cell had been unlocked. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear it.
"Also, someone asked me to give you this." The guard handed me a folded paper that looked like it had gone through hell. "Thanks," I muttered once I grabbed a hold of it. What? Just because I'm a soon to be mafia boss, doesn't mean I don't have manners. I subtly placed it in my sleeve so that I could read it alone, later.
Once my hands were cuffed behind my back, the guard, who has yet to be named, shoved me forward in order to get me to start walking. He brought me all the way to my cell before coming closer to whisper in my ear. "I admired what you did yesterday. You don't let anyone give you any shit. If you need someone to work for you, or to give you a good, you know, let me know. My name's Mike by the way. Nice knowing you."
I smirked slightly upon hearing this. This is exactly what I wanted. Now, I have three guards willing to work for me. Well, one already does, but I'm sure I could convince Nolan to work for me too. I just need to remind him of all the fun we had as children, and I'm sure I can convince him.
"How was solitary?" Tammy asked once I stepped foot in the cell. "I heard it can be pretty lonely. Never been there myself but some guys keep complaining that it is," she said with a smile that seemed forced. Now that I think about it, I can see past her façade. That time in solitary was really beneficial, I guess. It gave me time to get over the shock of seeing her here after four years, and let me get my mind back on track.
Even if I now know that she's hiding something, I still need to pretend I don't know anything. So I put my poker face back on and responded to her question. "Yeah, I guess it was a little lonely. I mean, I don't regret for one second what I did yesterday, he deserved it, but it was lonely in solitary. I guess that's why it's called solitary," I chuckled.
"Yeah, pretty sure that's what the word solitary means sweetheart," she said with a laugh. I laid down on my bed opposite hers, placed the note inside my pillowcase out of sight and closed my eyes. The bed was rock solid in solitary so I didn't get much sleep. Plus, with the disturbing nightmare I had last night, it was unsettling to go to sleep in a space where I was alone. "Why don't you sleep for a little bit," Tammy suggested sweetly. "I know the bed in solitary is pretty uncomfortable. Anyway, dinner already passed so you should go to sleep so that you catch up on the hours you missed last night. I know first hand how grumpy you can get in the morning when you don't get your 8 hours of sleep," she teased. With a scoff, I agreed, and closed my eyes for the night.
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight for me aren't you?" He said with a sickeningly sweet smile. "I've missed your pussy baby. Your father only let me have you once last year, but now that I'm having this again, non ne ho mai abbastanza," he said with a groan. He had taken the courtesy of tying me up to the bed in order to prevent me from escaping. Why the fuck did Papa do this to me. Why does he make me go through this every time I do something wrong in his eyes? It's so painful. He didn't even prep me before sticking his ridiculously small penis inside me. Fuck. I hate this so much. Why the fuck is this happening to me. I've been good. I swear I have. So, why is my father punishing me by letting his best friend rape me.
"Please... Stop," I said with a sob. Tears were now fully streaming down my face. "Stop! Please!" I screamed. I screamed for him to stop, but that just wasn't happening in his eyes. I could see it in his facial expression. He wore this look that said 'if you don't stop squirming, you will regret it little bitch,' or something like that.
It seemed to go on for hours before he finally let up. He came inside me for the fourth time with a sigh, and looked straight into my eyes. "Did you enjoy that baby? I hope you did because that's the best dick you're ever gonna get." His tone hardened, and for the first time since I've met this man, I was scared. I was scared of what I was going to become. Being used by so many men on a daily basis, and even Papa sometimes, which makes me feel disgusting inside. Sometimes, I just wish I'd kill myself. Sometimes, I think I would benefit more from being dead, than being my father's puppet. His to control at his will. To perform his dirty bidding, and to get the sex out of his system. Sometimes, I just imagine what my life would be like had I not been born into this awful family.
"Ah. Finally done aren't we Roberto," my father's voice sounded in my ears. "That took forever, now I don't think she's still capable of taking more tonight." Please tell me he's not going to do it too. It's bad enough that his best friend raped me, but my father too?
"Papa... please... haven't I been good for you lately. Please have some mercy on me Papa," I begged my father. He seemed to have understood my words, but made no sign to acknowledge them.
"Non preoccuparti Alessandro, dovrebbe essere buona per un altro round," Roberto said with a chuckle. "Right baby? You're okay for your father to have his go? Yeah? Good girl," he mocked.
"Per favore Papa..." I begged again. He looked at me with a look of hunger in his eyes. No matter what I said, his mind was set. He began unbuckling his belt as he made his way over to me. "No! Papa please!" I cried "I can't-
My eyes shot wide open while I silently gasped for breath. Waking up in a cold sweat, I look around the cell to make sure Tammy is still asleep, which thankfully, she is. It's been a while since that particular scene played in my mind. I haven't thought back to that day in months, I don't know why it's resurfacing now. But what can I do? I can't exactly control my nightmares. If only I could go back to that day and fight back. Now that I've gotten stronger, the day where I let this happen again will never see the light of day.