Sophia Carter's POV
Arriving in the prison van, handcuffed to the floor, and with many men in the van, is actually a little terrifying. I've seen some pretty nasty things being in the mafia, but being surrounded by men who may have committed worse crimes than mine, full of testosterone, and ready to pounce on me any chance they get, will make you rethink what you saw.
You may wonder why I am seated with men, well I am actually being sent to a maximum security bisexual prison, for both men and women. I will be imprisoned for 5 years with some of the worst criminals known to men. Honestly, I am kind of lucky to be considered one of them, especially since I was able to keep my line of work under wraps. To say I only got 5 years for two first degree murders is definitely something, well that something is called bribery. Lots, and lots of bribery. Since my family is influential in both the underworld and regular businesses, it was not weird for them to donate this big of a sum to the Cape Vincent County Prison. By this I mean 3.5 billion dollars. Yes, I know, that's a little over the top, but it's what allowed me to get away with only 5 years instead of a life sentence.
Anyway, once we got to Cape Vincent County Prison, we were ushered out of the van in a straight line. "What's your name pretty," the criminal next to me asked. I turned my head to look him up and down, he was pretty well built, muscular, chiseled jaw, all the typical characteristics of a criminal. "None of your business asshole," I responded with an innocent smile. I hate how just because I'm a girl, men automatically think less of me, when in fact I could probably take on most of them.
"Hey, show a little respect," he said, about to grab me and push me down on the ground. He seemed pretty pissed off by what I said. But like, bro, unless you want to know I'm the heiress to La Mano Nera, then you have no reason to ask right? "Show respect to whom exactly? A man who thinks better of himself than everyone else here, guess what dickhead, we're all here cause we committed a crime aren't we? Who the fuck do you think you are, just because I'm a girl you think you can push me around, well think again. You don't want to know what will happen if you think of yourself as better than every woman here again asshole."
"Break it up! Back away from each other! Get down on the ground!" One of the guards said. I immediately dropped to the ground, as he was pointing a gun at us as well. "You too asshat, don't make me repeat myself!" The guard yelled at the guy from earlier. Once he finally reluctantly got on the ground, two other guards came to grab us and lifted us off the ground as we are still handcuffed and unable to use our hands. "Boss, you should be more careful," the guard that grabbed me said. Immediately, I knew that was Angelie Crawford, one of my family's best spies. And also one of my best friends. I haven't spoken to her in over six months, due to her being stationed here all this time. I gave her a subtle nod in return and did my job as a convict, struggle against the guards.
"Get off of me!" I yelled out, in turn catching the attention of the guard who told us to get on the ground. I wish I knew what his name was, he's kind of hot. "Stop squirming, bitch," Angie spat back at me, rushing me to the front of the line. "Sarah, take her in and into her cell so she can stop causing a commotion," the main guard - whom I can finally see his name tag - said. Huh, his name is Nolan, I swear I've met a Nolan with that face before... Shit, we went to the same elementary school. I know what you'll assume, rich parents, especially those from the mafia, tend to homeschool their kids, but I remember begging my Momma in the second grade to go to an actual school since I was so tired of being in the estate all the time. I've definitely changed a lot in the past 10 years, especially with the face tattoo I got once I was admitted into the rank of a Mafia Heiress at 16 years old.
"Come on, get a move on!" Nolan yelled at us. Startled, Angie began to push me harder towards the prison entrance in order to not get yelled at further. I put on my best psychotic smile and let myself be let into the building. "That was close. I don't want you to talk to me unless it's necessary or an emergency, that could blow your cover. If I need any information or anything from the outside, I'll come to you, and I expect you to stay as discreet as possible. Got it?" I whispered as discreetly as possible to Angelie. "Got it Boss," she gave a subtle nod in response. "God I missed you," she sighed while pulling me towards the metal detectors. Since it is a maximum security prison, I expected the extra precaution when bringing in new criminals.
"Walter, uncuff her and proceed with the examination," the security guard in charge said to Angie. If it wasn't obvious, she has a cover name.
Once uncuffed, I was pushed towards the metal detectors and told to pass through them. Since I was prepared, I made sure not to have anything on me other than my orange jumpsuit. Honestly, I don't understand why criminals would have anything on them other than that because of the amount of times we have been thoroughly checked for anything suspicious we could possibly have on us, but I mean, whatever floats their boats. I couldn't care less.
Just as I expected, I came out as clear and was ushered further into the prison. "Walter, make sure to put her into the right cell. I don't want any other unexpected commotions this week," the main guard said. "Got it Boss," Angie, or I guess I should start calling her Sarah, responded. Once we were far enough away from possible prying ears, I asked the obvious question. "What kind of shit could possibly have happened to scare a perfectly capable guard off?" She gave me this dirty look that I knew from when we used to hang out all the time. It was this look that we gave each other when someone's death was really funny, or when certain boys would chase after us knowing they put their lives on the line by doing so. We used to laugh at some really stupid shit, okay? No need to judge. We were hormonal teenagers just like everybody else, just, with the extra killing here and there. Not that that was our fault either, with me being the daughter of the now deceased Capo and heiress to be the Capa of La Mano Nera, the Carter mafia family, and Angelie being the daughter of my father's right hand man, it's not like we had much of a choice in the matter. If you were wondering, yes my family has Italian roots. I believe we immigrated to the United States of America in the late 1980s. La Mano Nera, or The Black Hand as I like to call it, is what my family is known as all across the world. No one knows the last name associated with this crime family, which honestly makes this a lot easier since I'm about to get sent to my cell, my home for the next five years, and since no one knows who I am, it means I have 10 times less enemies I would have had if they did know.
"Don't worry Boss, it was good. You should have seen the guy's face when he was accidentally put into a cell with his ex-boyfriend that cheated on him. He went batshit crazy and almost killed the guy and the guard for allowing this to happen in the first place. It was gold," An-Sarah said with a smirk plastered on her face. "Damn, I wish I could have seen that," I muttered under my breath. Sarah sent me a sympathetic smile and kept leading me to my cell that, now that I think about it, seemed really far away.
"Hey, is my cell seriously at the back of the prison or some shit?" I voiced my question to Sarah. "Yeah, you're being placed with the tough men for some reason, but don't worry, I think you will appreciate your cellmate," she winked to emphasize her statement. "It really is a coincidence the two of you end up in the same prison, I never thought it would be the case," I was too busy being buried in my thoughts while she spoke. I guess it makes sense that I'm being placed here since I did commit two murders in the same day. I really am lucky to have come out with a five year sentence instead of a life one.
"And we're here," Sarah said, bringing me out of my thoughts. Looking up, I notice a very familiar figure on the other side of the bars.
"Tammy Cardenas," my mentor, and the one who made me who I am today.
"Hey Soph"