Okay, that's the situation, madam, you must tell me, without worrying, what exactly your beloved does for a living.- I can't tell you, I swear -she cries-.Maria De La Cruz, takes a step back and in a sudden movement with her hand after a signal, gives the order to execute, in her own style. The hooded deli-crouch puts the gun on the forehead of Del Valle's son, and without hesitation, leaves the stain that gives so much adrenaline power to the Mexican, suddenly everyone cries from Europe, the transmission is cut to continue later, she leaves the place, turns off the lights, and warns them that they will stay there, without water, without food, and without light until they speak, and that the next video will be dismembering her grandchildren. He leaves the room, turns everything off, but the microphones and cameras remain on.Maria De La Cruz's anger filled her with hatred, and when that happened the people around her run the risk of dying, even if they were innocent, she feared for

After getting the luxuries, the expensive cars, eating the best food, and having everything at your disposal, being undercover in one of the poorest neighborhoods in Mexico is not an easy task for anyone on this planet earth.But these two characters were about to open up a range of realities that until then were hidden from their knowledge. So they prepared themselves, rented a modest house, and decided to set themselves in the murky suburbs of the place.The new house of the family, from that moment on called Los Romero, at the beginning was a nest of insects where there were only broken wood, some moves in hands states and so on, but then in a matter of weeks, it was already a humble house worthy of living, she returned to teach history classes, and some other subject that had quite clear that knowledge. Little by little people were approaching friendly, on several occasions they wanted to rob them but of course they knew how to defend themselves, and they were not afraid of anyone

Leaving the precarious house, they quickly took refuge in their home in Mexico, but the matter of opening the safe deposit box was quite complicated, because it had a security system that if it was violated, what was inside would catch fire, and nobody wanted to miss reading that hidden information. David Del Valle was one of the few options they had, and the only way to locate him was to let him be seen, that is, to expose himself to danger. Before that day was over, they started their way back to Miami, there would never be any problems crossing the border, since Maria De La Cruz's high influence would protect them. When they arrived at her mansion, they entered through the back door, because the main door, for some unknown reason, was under lock and key. When they entered, they noticed that all the furniture was covered with white cloth, and their personal belongings were stored inside a box. That made the Mexican woman burst with anger, and she quickly called the person in charge

Before returning to Argentina to begin her plan of revenge against Emiliano Romero and his brother David Del Valle, she wanted to go back to her childhood neighborhood, and remembered the houses of some friends, one of them Lupita, she called her when she saw her walking quietly between the most dangerous streets of Mexico, but with the gun in her waist, she only gave the impression of being part of there, and in fact she was. When Maria saw Lupita, she crossed the street to meet her, there they entered a large house, one of the best, three stories, white, surrounded by fences and more precarious homes, the lack of the place was noticeable. That afternoon they spent the whole day together, but in the evening Maria wanted to return to Guanajuato, since she had rented an apartment there, just before leaving, her friend found a folder with a particular manuscript that she said was from her mother when she was a little girl. Their mothers had been friends in ancient times, and apparently

As far back as Arlyne's memory goes, every Friday night the Weiss family went to Grandma's house. It was a sacred obligation, one they could not skip under any circumstances. As a child, Arlyne looked forward to those outings with innocent enthusiasm, taking them for granted and not understanding them. By 1944, when she was eleven years old, an age when the growing knowledge of the mysteries behind ordinary events pricked her curiosity, those visits took on a new importance. At three o'clock sharp, as soon as they came home from school, Arlyne and her little sister, Barbara, would bathe and change, putting on the dress the maid had left on the bed. They then presented themselves to their mother, who, as was customary at that hour, was seated on a stool before the dressing table. Billie Weiss assessed her daughters with a critical eye and then placed the little girl before her. As she braided her long honey-colored hair, the little girl's head bobbed docilely up and down. But that idyl