Sia POV

I slammed my fist against the wall, the rough surface scratching my knuckles as I cursed under my breath. “Fuck!” The small cell felt suffocating, and my rage bubbled beneath the surface, too volatile to contain. I felt like a ticking time bomb, ready to explode.

Francesca, who was seated on her bunk, threw me a cold glare. “Bitch, keep your cool, or you're going to get us all into big trouble.”

I whipped around, my voice laced with venom. “Do I look like I give a fuck?”

Her eyes narrowed as she glanced at Mama Red, who was lying on her bunk, reading a worn paperback with...