The birds singing announced the beginning of a new morning, the sun was streaming through the
curtains of the window of the room that Rebeca had assigned her, the television announced that itwas 7 am, it was time to get up to send her son to school.Dante was only 5 years old, he was just starting kindergarten, and would definitely not miss a
single day of his classes no matter how tired or stressed she was, Caterina had married very youngto Henry Pines, her great love from high school, and, without wasting much time, they had startedtheir little family with great enthusiasm at first, however, the high school girl's dream had fadedtoo soon.Henry was neither a great husband nor the best father, he never lasted in any job and always had
the silliest excuses to justify it, she, in great stumbles, had finished her college studies when Dantewas just a baby, and had rushed to get a job, she was an artist, a painter, and there wasn't muchwork for an art graduate.Still, she had managed to become a teacher of it at a private school where she was paid enough to
live more or less well, but money was always in short supply because of the wastefulness hermediocre husband used to do. Bad investments, money lost in drunkenness or in a bachelor lifethat the man should no longer be given from the moment he became a father, getting only driveher crazy by the many debts that were accumulating, debts that she always made an effort to pay,and yet, of no use when her brand-new husband eloped with his older sister, Agatha, taking withhim that last and huge loan she had requested, losing forever the apartment she had acquiredwith much sacrifice in the mortgage made by him.Also, somehow emptying the accounts in her name, leaving her and her son in absolute ruin, 6
months had passed since then and Caterina still couldn't get up, Henry and Agatha haddisappeared without a trace of their whereabouts, and everyone had deliberately turned theirbacks on her for something that wasn't even her fault, everyone questioned her, were you takinggood care of him? Were you giving him enough sex? You must have done something wrong forhim to do that to you, every damn word that came from the lips of those who were supposed tobe family and friends blamed her for what Henry had done of his own free will, making hersuffering even more unbearable.“Mommy, Aunt Becca said she would take me to school, can you sleep a little longer, I know you
are sleepy, she said so”.The tender and childish voice of her son, brought her out of those negative thoughts, Dante onlyhad her, and for him, she could not give up, her son, was all she had in the world, and for him, shewas able to endure anything, even that man with an intimidating presence who had told her a lotof nonsense the night before at the bar Rebeca ran.“That’s very good my little prince, come, we have to give you breakfast and change your clothes,
thank aunt Becca for taking you” Caterina answered her little son.“Yes, they will take me by car!” shouted the little boy excitedly, not knowing how much joy he was
giving his mother with that alone.“He’s an amazing boy, I'm glad you finally accepted my offer, that Henry is a son of a bitch” said
Rebecca sincerely.Caterina looked at her friend, Rebecca Wilson, she was the most popular girl in high school, the
most beautiful and she had a thousand reasons to be, her skin was brown, gorgeous, as if kissedby the sun, her eyes were an incredible green, almost like emeralds, her hair was thick, silky andblack, the color of ebony, her body was lush, and she was still so beautiful even after the recentmaternity she had gone through, she was, without a doubt, a real beauty of 1. 80 who always hadsomething accurate and openly sincere to say.“It’s his loss, I... I really feel very grateful that you took us in, without you we probably would have
ended up sleeping on a park bench, I hope your husband doesn't mind this” Caterina said toRebeca with sincerity.Rebeca looked at her old friend, Caterina was indeed a beautiful girl, of that much more innocent
type of beauty, without being extravagant, her eyes blue like sea water, were beautiful, verysincere, her skin was white, almost as white as porcelain, although she was tanned fromconstantly walking under the sun to the school where she worked, her body, although lessproportionate than hers, had perfect curves and a prominent bust, although, she never showedthose attributes to anyone, she had always been too demure, and, besides being beautiful, shehad an incredible talent.She painted, she played the violin, she had everything to succeed on her own, she had everything
to succeed on her own, however, her early marriage to that shameless man who had eloped withher sister, had dulled much of that glow that had always characterized her, and, although sheknew that the pretty girl was not suitable to work in a bar even if the place was first class, she hadnothing better to offer her, she would make money out of it, at least enough to lift herself out ofthe mire Enrique had left her in, they were friends, the best, Caterina always looked out for herevery moment her drug addiction was about to destroy her life. ... that's why she never left heralone, never.“He agrees with me, we are glad to have you here, you are welcome as long as you need to stay”
Becca answered sincerely.“Come on, rest, I know you didn't finish your shift very well last night, the Visconti are usually
capricious, especially Hades, he's incredibly handsome and no doubt, he would give you anamazing night of sex, but I understand he's not your type” said the beautiful brunette betweenlaughs.“No, I struggled a lot to get him off my back, he wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed to tell him
my last name, although, of course, I gave him a fake one” Caterina replied to that animatedcomment from her best friend.Becca's face had become serious.
“ You shouldn't have done that, Hades, no doubt, and due to the great interest he showed in you,
he will investigate further, when he discovers that you lied to him, he will be furious, the Viscontiare not people to make fun of, they are powerful, leaders of mafias that you don't even know,elite, millionaires by birth and dangerous par excellence, I hope that how much he liked you, willminimize his anger, for your sake I hope so “ said Rebecca seriously.Caterina felt surprised at that, she had no idea that that annoying and rude man was really
someone so important, perhaps, it had not been a good idea to lie to him.“If I see him tonight, I will apologize, I had no idea he was someone so dangerous and important”
Caterina answered with a hint of concern.The afternoon had arrived, and with it, their painting classes were over, the children were running
from one side to the other without stopping in search of their parents who were coming to pickthem up from school. She, too, was in too much of a hurry to catch up with Dante leaving hers, butBecca had instructed the driver serving her to pick up her son as well.It was the first time in months that she could walk somewhat leisurely without rushing. The walk
to her friend's luxurious home wasn't too long really, in half an hour on foot she could get there,she needed to think, get her thoughts in order, and, when she arrived, grab that hideous,shameless uniform, and then pray to God that handsome mobster didn't show up at the bar thatnight, she honestly didn't know what to say to him about the lie she had told him.Walking distractedly, she didn't notice the handsome man watching her raptly, crossing to catch
up with her from across the street.“Caterina, is you Caterina De Santis?”
That manly voice brought her out of her thoughts, looking towards the man who called her, the
girl's eyes lit up, elegance only characteristic of her old friend from the art faculty, expensive fancysuits, black hair like night and beautiful sapphire blue eyes, manly and too handsome, older thanher by 5 years, her superior, Zeus Visconti.“Zeus, it's been a long time since I've seen you, what a coincidence to meet you” said Caterina
with a beautiful smile.That young woman looked as beautiful as he remembered her from two years ago when he had
met her, he, an art teacher by mere taste, had fallen in love with her, however, great was hisdisappointment when he found out that she was married.“It’s true, what a nice coincidence, tell me how are your husband and son?” asked the handsome
and elegant man with great interest.Caterina's countenance darkened for a moment.
“Oh, well, Dante is wonderful, he's grown up a lot since that day you met him at the university, as
for Enrique.... Well, I guess you didn't hear, we've been separated for several months now, I'm stillworking hard, everything is going well” answered the young woman with annoyance.Zeus' eyes shone with complacency, of course he had known, but his business had kept him quite
entertained and he hadn't had time to return until that day, this, was an opportunity he had beenwaiting for a long time, one he would by no means let slip away.“It’s a pity, I hope that someday you can accept an invitation to have a coffee and chat more
pleasantly, this is my number, for now I must go, my younger brother is waiting for me, I haven'tseen him for years” said Zeus pointing to his number on a piece of paper that looked more like atorn check.“Thanks, I'll call you” replied Caterina saying goodbye to her old friend and mentor.
Looking at that number and the name written on it, she realized a detail she had not noticed the
night before, Visconti, that last name was the same, they both had it, that meant they werebrothers, Zeus, her kind mentor was the brother of Hades, the mobster of the bar who smelled ofdanger, feeling really surprised, many questions were going through the girl's mind, many that, nodoubt, had unimaginable answers.A reunion, unexpected for her, but anticipated by him, the paths were beginning to form without
anyone being able to avoid it.The music resounded throughout the place; exotic dancers danced in a purely erotic way to pleasethe customers who had crowded the place. Caterina had already served several tables, and, after much begging, had managed to get heruniform not too provocative, it still felt short and showed too much, but, at least, she no longerfelt almost naked, of course, she had been teased by her colleagues for it, but she couldn't careless about that. She had better things to worry about. She felt much more nervous knowing that from one moment to the next, that man with tattoosand rough appearance, would come to claim her little lie; that was stupid, she wouldn't have to beforced to give her last name if she didn't want to, but, in Becca's words, that man was potentiallydangerous, a supposed mafia leader. Taking a little break in the middle of that busy night, Caterina watched the place while leaningagainst one of the walls; she admired the beautiful women dancing almost naked, she feltsi
A new day was beginning, Caterina was listening to music in Rebeca's garden, her gaze remainedcompletely fixed on the canvas in front of her, she was trying to capture the flirtatious squirrelenjoying in complete calm the nuts that were left for her, however, she felt completely scattered,she had not managed to paint anything really fascinating since Enrique had run away with hersister, since that moment she had remained in a horrendous artistic block that only managed tofrustrate her more, leaning back in the chair for a moment, the beautiful woman observed theazure blue of the sky, a new failure, it was nothing new, watching the birds flying through the sky,suddenly came to her mind the memories of Hades Visconti, that infamous arrogant who seemedtoo libertine for her taste.Looking again at the blank canvas, Caterina picked up her brush and began to draw without losingdetail, the music in the background managed to stimulate her almost dead talent, tracing linesover and ov
The night had arrived, it was still Saturday, the bar seemed much more crowded than during the week, Caterina had assumed that it was normal, those millionaires always too busy would take advantage of the weekend to go to admire the beautiful dancers, that was demeaning, although the girls did not seem to bother them in the least, on the contrary, they seemed too amused by the looks of those unpredictable and dangerous men."You always stare at the others, are you envious of not being the one dancing on that pole?" said one of the waitresses.Caterina looked at her companion, she knew well that she didn't like her, she was the one who had teased her the most after getting permission to wear a less indecent uniform, however, she was little interested in the woman's opinion of her, she could call her a prude, Santa and other unoriginal nicknames, she would not fall for her provocations, she had no time to deal with that kind of people, she already had her hands full with Hades Visconti
The sun bathed the garden of the Wilson residence owned by Becca, the birds fluttered back and forth, fussing over the small seeds that the woman threw on the fresh grass to feed them, her gaze was fixed on nothing, lost in the many thoughts that filled her since first thing in the morning, it was Sunday, day off for her, that night she wouldn't have to go to the bar and frankly she felt comforted by not having to do so, her white cheeks tinged red again as she remembered that all too embarrassing moment between her and Hades Visconti, she could still feel that huge, powerful body against hers and remembered how tiny she was in comparison to him, those words he had said to her, they echoed in her mind like echoes bouncing over and over again, Hades had deliberately forbidden her to dance in public and, in his words, she could only do it in front of him, and that hadn't been the most alarming thing. ... they had kissed, she had kissed Hades Visconti!Throwing more food to the lively bi
Fed up, that was exactly how she felt, it had not been her week, nor her month, nor her year,everything had gone terribly wrong and she felt on the verge of a nervous breakdown, this time,she was going to be evicted from her apartment, the debts had piled up and the bank, of course,could not wait any longer. Her furniture was now on the sidewalk outside the building,uncomfortable glances began to pile up on her and the murmurs were not long in coming; someneighbors sincerely regretted what was happening, others, on the other hand, found her situationquite amusing. Caterina De Santis was a simple and totally ordinary art teacher, her blue eyes, almost like thecolor of sea water, threatened to shed tears of frustration at the new misfortune that fell uponher, she wore her brown hair pulled back in a badly done ponytail, her shapely curves and thebeauty of her body, imperceptible under that baggy sweater that was completely ruined by thepaint, she had been working on a new can
The sun bathed the garden of the Wilson residence owned by Becca, the birds fluttered back and forth, fussing over the small seeds that the woman threw on the fresh grass to feed them, her gaze was fixed on nothing, lost in the many thoughts that filled her since first thing in the morning, it was Sunday, day off for her, that night she wouldn't have to go to the bar and frankly she felt comforted by not having to do so, her white cheeks tinged red again as she remembered that all too embarrassing moment between her and Hades Visconti, she could still feel that huge, powerful body against hers and remembered how tiny she was in comparison to him, those words he had said to her, they echoed in her mind like echoes bouncing over and over again, Hades had deliberately forbidden her to dance in public and, in his words, she could only do it in front of him, and that hadn't been the most alarming thing. ... they had kissed, she had kissed Hades Visconti!Throwing more food to the lively bi
The night had arrived, it was still Saturday, the bar seemed much more crowded than during the week, Caterina had assumed that it was normal, those millionaires always too busy would take advantage of the weekend to go to admire the beautiful dancers, that was demeaning, although the girls did not seem to bother them in the least, on the contrary, they seemed too amused by the looks of those unpredictable and dangerous men."You always stare at the others, are you envious of not being the one dancing on that pole?" said one of the waitresses.Caterina looked at her companion, she knew well that she didn't like her, she was the one who had teased her the most after getting permission to wear a less indecent uniform, however, she was little interested in the woman's opinion of her, she could call her a prude, Santa and other unoriginal nicknames, she would not fall for her provocations, she had no time to deal with that kind of people, she already had her hands full with Hades Visconti
A new day was beginning, Caterina was listening to music in Rebeca's garden, her gaze remainedcompletely fixed on the canvas in front of her, she was trying to capture the flirtatious squirrelenjoying in complete calm the nuts that were left for her, however, she felt completely scattered,she had not managed to paint anything really fascinating since Enrique had run away with hersister, since that moment she had remained in a horrendous artistic block that only managed tofrustrate her more, leaning back in the chair for a moment, the beautiful woman observed theazure blue of the sky, a new failure, it was nothing new, watching the birds flying through the sky,suddenly came to her mind the memories of Hades Visconti, that infamous arrogant who seemedtoo libertine for her taste.Looking again at the blank canvas, Caterina picked up her brush and began to draw without losingdetail, the music in the background managed to stimulate her almost dead talent, tracing linesover and ov
The music resounded throughout the place; exotic dancers danced in a purely erotic way to pleasethe customers who had crowded the place. Caterina had already served several tables, and, after much begging, had managed to get heruniform not too provocative, it still felt short and showed too much, but, at least, she no longerfelt almost naked, of course, she had been teased by her colleagues for it, but she couldn't careless about that. She had better things to worry about. She felt much more nervous knowing that from one moment to the next, that man with tattoosand rough appearance, would come to claim her little lie; that was stupid, she wouldn't have to beforced to give her last name if she didn't want to, but, in Becca's words, that man was potentiallydangerous, a supposed mafia leader. Taking a little break in the middle of that busy night, Caterina watched the place while leaningagainst one of the walls; she admired the beautiful women dancing almost naked, she feltsi
The birds singing announced the beginning of a new morning, the sun was streaming through thecurtains of the window of the room that Rebeca had assigned her, the television announced that itwas 7 am, it was time to get up to send her son to school. Dante was only 5 years old, he was just starting kindergarten, and would definitely not miss asingle day of his classes no matter how tired or stressed she was, Caterina had married very youngto Henry Pines, her great love from high school, and, without wasting much time, they had startedtheir little family with great enthusiasm at first, however, the high school girl's dream had fadedtoo soon. Henry was neither a great husband nor the best father, he never lasted in any job and always hadthe silliest excuses to justify it, she, in great stumbles, had finished her college studies when Dantewas just a baby, and had rushed to get a job, she was an artist, a painter, and there wasn't muchwork for an art graduate. Still, she had man
Fed up, that was exactly how she felt, it had not been her week, nor her month, nor her year,everything had gone terribly wrong and she felt on the verge of a nervous breakdown, this time,she was going to be evicted from her apartment, the debts had piled up and the bank, of course,could not wait any longer. Her furniture was now on the sidewalk outside the building,uncomfortable glances began to pile up on her and the murmurs were not long in coming; someneighbors sincerely regretted what was happening, others, on the other hand, found her situationquite amusing. Caterina De Santis was a simple and totally ordinary art teacher, her blue eyes, almost like thecolor of sea water, threatened to shed tears of frustration at the new misfortune that fell uponher, she wore her brown hair pulled back in a badly done ponytail, her shapely curves and thebeauty of her body, imperceptible under that baggy sweater that was completely ruined by thepaint, she had been working on a new can