Page 94 of Savage Don

It starts quietly enough that I know it’s not father. He wouldn’t worry about waking anyone up.

“Honey, are you awake?”

The voice is faint, but I instantly recognize the fake sweetness.

Sonia.

The idea that she’s hovering outside in the hallway makes my skin crawl. The fact that she’s delaying my escape makes me angry.

Trying my best not to move, I slowly slide out from beneath my bed. Somewhere on the other side of my door, there’s a key that unlocks it from the outside. Obviously, Father hasn’t been able to find it yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Sonia has been keeping it tucked away for her own nefarious purposes.

She can’t find out about my trap door.

The very thought scares me enough that I hastily begin to push the boxes back beneath my bed. But I move too quickly. One of them flips over and a deluge of old polaroid photos from my high school days come spilling out, covering the floor at my bedside.

“Fuck,” I mumble, unable to stop myself.

“Is everything alright?” Sonia asks, louder this time.

She’s heard me.

Double Fuck.

I’m sure the guards have been instructed by Father not to let anyone near my door, but how are they going to say no to the woman who sucks their dicks when they’re on break?

Not that they wouldn’t be scared of her even if she wasn’t fucking them.

A single whisper from her could end their lives. For some reason, Father listens to Sonia like his fucking life depends on it, and he’s never been one to shy away from making examples of his men.

“Go away,” I hiss, desperately trying to shove everything back beneath my bed.

“I’m not as easy to get rid of as your father,” Sonia teases back. “I’m coming in.”

My heart drops when I hear the key click into place.

With one panicked swoop of my arm, I force everything back under the bedframe. Then I jump to my feet.

Not a second later, Sonia pushes her way into my room. Into my fucking sanctuary.

Instantly, I want to rip her throat out.

“What do you want?” I snap, as she quietly shuts the door behind her.

“I only want what’s best for you, sweetie,” she says.

“Cut the crap. You’re not allowed in here.”

“Oh, I’m allowed wherever I want,” she smiles, glaring at me with a wicked smile on her glossy lips. “This house is just as much mine as it is yours.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Fortunately for me, it doesn’t matter what you think, dear. I’m here, so get used to it.”

“I’d rather get you out of here.”

“And I’d rather you stop being such a spoiled brat,” Sonia taunts, suddenly shifting gears. She’s already strutting around my room like she owns the place. “I have a few questions I’d like answered.”

“Then go ask someone who will answer them.”