The death of David Del Valle had left Aria De La Cruz totally surprised, but the negative DNA result left her with a lot of questions. She remembered that in one of her clinics, her DNA was kept in case of any abnormal situation.When Maria De La Cruz left the clinic in the United States of America, she arrived at her mansion and decided to leave the little boy with one of her employees, she considered that it would be the most appropriate thing to protect him in Miami, since she did not want to expose the young boy in Mexico.That day she rested quietly, she did not want to overdo her energy, she knew that these adrenaline situations always led her astray. Early in the morning, she greeted the little boy with a tender kiss and left for her homeland. While she was on the flight, her business cell phone kept ringing, so she called Emiliano Romero, and told her boss to take care of everything, because she would be solving personal matters, she would rejoin the company after the next mon
María De La Cruz asks one by one if the employees carry their cell phones inside, and they answer no. She tells them that in the past, the cell phones were kept in the boxes customized for the customers. And she tells them that before the cell phones were kept in the personalized boxes for the clients, but now a device is turned on directly, and if you turn on the cell phone for a second, it breaks and never works again, this system was much better because you avoided excessive control towards the clients, and even the staff itself.- Who makes that decision about the cell phone? -asked Maria.- At the beginning David Del Valle, and then one of your partners, his name is Fernando, he is usually the one who makes the rules of the place after you. That is to say, if he gives an order and you change it, in the end you end up doing what you say. -One of the employees answers.- That's fine, thank you.He realizes that he does not know the partners as well as he seemed to, and that perhaps
After a failed meeting with the DEA, Maria De La Cruz returned to her normal job, trying to pretend that everything was fine, and she was back in finance, but in reality what she really wanted was to regain her dignity because she felt that Daniel Del Valle was always making fun of her.Then the days started to become routine, and a bit boring, except when she would go back to her anion, and see the little boy, the peace they both had, the way they were able to connect was everything to her. But there was something that she could definitely accept and she missed Emiliano Romero too much, she kept remembering the moments they had built together and how little by little they were treating each other as two real strangers.Emiliano Romero spent many days at the hotel, so much so that he had moved there, at least he would always work and was attentive, she thought about going to see him, but she was a little more astute than that and decided to do something she never did, she looked at th
After Maria De La Cruz's anger, she decided to go out and look for her own people, she decided to find three failures, one more or less, and one successful. The target customers of the company, always without the vip, would charge a thousand times the price of the product to be consumed, before selling the goods at low cost and more demand for the product, she always preferred it to be the other way around. Something very ingenious for this business.When she walked through the streets of Buenos Aires, she always saw a man selling cookies at the bus stop, it used to catch her attention, that despite the humility that he carried, he was always clean, that is to say neat, looking good despite the situation, she never remembered seeing him in a bad mood. So she decided to go and see him, if it was possible to find him in the same place as always. Fortunately for Maria, he was still at the same stop, in the same place, with the same appearance as always, but a little older, a little more
The pill was in tablets in the form of pearls, very fine and sophisticated model, Maria De La Cruz's idea. Matías put it in his mouth, savored it, sat down at the table to have breakfast, suddenly artificial science began to emerge chemically, his pupils were enlarged, his back was straight, suddenly he began to speak fluently, attentive, adrenalinic, and at that moment they began with the experiments, they put a computer in his hands, they taught him how to use it without much detail, it was seven in the morning, by ten in the morning he already knew all its operation, and he had experienced virtually in the world of finances, The scientists were more than astonished, but that was not all, he spent his time working on the computer, exactly the twenty-four hours he was supposed to be there, he no longer walked upright, he did not talk about his sorrows or his bad decisions, he was active, he had earned a lot of money in only twelve hours with the computer, more than what Maria De La
One can come to think, to suppose, that Maria De La Cruz, and her team of scientists, had had in that part of the project exactly what they had planned, one could say then that it had been successful.Now the second ape was to follow, this one should preferably be female, and less doses would be given to see what reaction it would have. The characteristics of the new experiment were to be of a lower middle social class, accompanied by a cocktail of depression.This is how Miss Macada Priscila was selected for the occasion. She was a sweet teacher, who gave classes in the most complicated peripheries of Rosario, and when we say complicated we mean that they should consume children with drug problems, theft, abuse, etc.. I was not happy at all, but at least I had a decent job, although the pay was lousy. He lived in a boarding house, in very bad shape, but he escaped from reality by reading the best literary novels from Latin America, or some from other continents that were translated i
Priscila, was an elementary school teacher, that is to say a teacher, blonde with wavy hair and a dark complexion, beautiful brown eyes, accompanied her attenuating Italian accent that used to give you the touch of sophistication. She was the kind of woman who, if she was on the subway, would put her briefcase on the empty seat so that no one would sit next to her. She was the kind of woman who always carried a water spray with her in case any animal approached her, and we already know that in the urban jungle, dogs, stray cats and domestic cats abound so much that they end up infesting the landscape along with the rodents of the place.The morning when the second experiment began on her, she was verbally warned of all the benefits and mishaps that could happen, but she did not listen to a single word, the only thing she wanted was to be given her dollars quickly.On her first dose, no changes were noticed immediately, she was normal, acted normal, and sat in the warmth of the morning
This third individual chosen for the question, was seen by one of the scientists, he suggested that besides being reliable and manipulable, he would be very good for the question to Maria De La Cruz, she found this idea very fortunate and of course she perfected it for the organization.They went to see him at his humble home in the poorest neighborhoods of Buenos Aires, and therefore dangerous. By all standards, the gang members knew how to take advantage of their skills as evil bosses, and they cleared the way for Maria De La Cruz and her team to have no trouble getting in there.The scientists of the organization were quite varied in their geography there were from Andean states, Russians, Argentines, and only one, the best of all Brazilians Duda Custodio, an intellectual of the unicellular kingdom, in one of his many works, he entered the world of the porteños in the most precarious villas of the city, and there he continued with an investigation of batteries.In one of those vill
When she picked up the phone, however, she heard the stern rebuke in her father's voice, who shouted, "Arlyne!" She withdrew her hand. With one brief command, Irving had just firmly excluded her from his most intimate affairs. That was the way things worked in the Weiss family. Doors that slammed shut. Mirrors that stared back. And telephone rings that hid secrets. Maria De La Cruz would have been slow to reflect on her mother's writings, at least she discovered that her real name was "Arlyne", and that she had made a kind of auto-bibliography written in the third person, but how could I find out? Well, those sheets hid an admirable truth and bandit, they coincided perfectly with her father's chest. She was confused for a few days, she wasn't sure what her real surname was, her real name, and she certainly had become quite messed up in her mind. However, in the shadows of her questions, she was filled with relief and emotion for the blood that ran in her veins; even though they carrie
Irving and Billie, who were used to frequenting classier joints, had to pop in from time to time, basically because one of the other co-owners was one of Lucky Luciano's friends: Giuseppe Antonio Doto, also known as Joe Adonis. Adonis was an aloof guy and, to Arlyne, a complete mystery. She managed to catch a glimpse of him one night while he sat waiting for her father in front of the apartment. Although Arlyne was not yet a teenager, the sight of Adonis' hazy profile through the tinted glass of the Cadillac aroused some sexual interest in her. His marked, sensual features seemed both exotic and forbidding. Although the question had not been explicitly discussed, it was clear that any daughter of Irving Weiss would stay far away from the Italians, who were widely known for preying on mirror maze 51 Jewish girls and recounting the details of their conquests on street corners and in taverns all over the Lower East Side. On the one hand, Adonis was attractive because he was so strange,
Although pleasant at first, these formalities began to wear on Miss Blum's patience. Constrained by convention, she could not initiate contact without a suitable pretext. Fortunately, one did present itself. One of the funeral homes was going to hold a raffle and all the East Side undertakers were given a handful of ballots to sell. Ida Blum, who usually handled these matters, called her daughter and asked if she was interested in trying her luck with the Weiss brothers. At her mother's timely suggestion, Billie went to Houston Street on the pretext of selling them ten raffle tickets. Irving was willing to buy all ten, but Henry stopped him, telling him that five would be enough. That confirmed what Billie thought: that Irving was the most generous, and the best catch. In fact, Billie had left nothing to chance. Before approaching them and without anyone seeing her, she had lifted the red Mafia Girl 46 stamps from the ballots in order to guarantee that she was selling a winning one t
Those who declined the offer received threats of sabotage and often death. Lansky and Los Chicos ran their criminal enterprises almost unchallenged until 1933, when they found themselves in troubled waters in the political arena. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt, who had emerged victorious at the 1932 Democratic National Convention with the support of the Lansky-controlled political bosses, soon turned against his old allies and launched an all-out war against organized crime. That move made him so popular that local politicians across the country took his lead. New York Governor Herbert Lehman appointed a politically ambitious young man named Thomas Dewey as special prosecutor to bring the mobsters to justice. Dewey set about his task with fervor, lashing out at the bouncers across the spectrum of suspect sectors. However, the onslaught of his prosecutorial fury fell especially hard on Lepke and Gurrah, whom he considered "the two biggest extortionists in the country." Realizing t
They were all avid gamblers, and they all came to Frankie. Sometimes, preferably on Saturday afternoons, because no funerals were officiated and she was allowed to gamble on the front steps, Arlyne would visit her grandmother. On those occasions, she would go down a back staircase leading to the neighboring basement and visit Uncle Frankie and his friends. She used to find them stretched out on a couple of old couches, going over the race sheet and listening to the standings on a big old wooden radio. They didn't seem to mind that little girl hanging around. Sometimes Frankie or one of the others would sneak her a quarter and a pat on the cheek. In fact, as Arlyne recalls, those men were "the Uncles." For example, there was Uncle Milty Tillinger, the loan shark. Once, when one of Milty's relatives was on the run from justice, Ida hid him in the coffin room until the danger passed, earning the loyalty of the Tillinger family forever. There was also Izzy Smith, owner of Zion Cemetery do
As Arlyne observed, Grandma was always surrounded by men, most of them much younger than she was. Among those blowflies flying over Ida's kitchen on Friday night were Jimmy and Jake, the chauffeurs in charge of driving the hearse during the funeral. It was obvious that both young men held their benefactress in high esteem. Jake, a ladies' man, flirted with Ida nicely and then went on his way. The other, however, had been hit harder. Jimmy the Pagan, as he was known, was a shy soul who seemed unable to find a girlfriend. Ida had taken pity on him and offered to teach him to dance. Later, when she had finished her duties as cook, she would take his hand and lead him into the living room, where she would put a record on the phonograph. Then, to the delight of those present, she would show Jimmy the first steps in the erotic pleasures of tango. Their bodies were not a perfect match; Ida was much more muscular than her skinny dancing partner. But Jimmy was eager to learn and Arlyne found i
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
In 1957, at the age of twenty-three, she married a furrier named Brickman. However, that union exploded because of her husband's constant flirtations, in addition to his penchant for grand larceny. With a young daughter and an indefatigable spirit, Arlyne resumed her destructive pursuit of glamour and influence only to end up raped and beaten to a pulp at the hands of mobsters she considered her friends. The rape marked in Arlyne's career the advent of a new cruelty, born simultaneously of a desire to ven- The Mob Girl 18 ganza and the need to protect herself. She spent the next thirteen years of her life in a stormy and often violent relationship with a Genovese mobster named Tommy Luca. During that period, she also became an "entrepreneur", engaging first in illegal gambling and then in drug trafficking, and displaying a constant obsession with money. It was that cynical view of the world that allowed her to evolve quite naturally into a career as a confidante. The main reason for t
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