Chapter 20

An uncomfortable silence followed, in which Solange watched as I finished eating, and her children made sounds of disgust in each spoonful. The mother of the most powerful men in the whole favela began to play with the dog, oblivious that both of her children were bothered by my presence. Especially Picasso.

“Mom? “He called Lacoste. "Did you have time to speak ill of us to your beautiful guest?

I cleared my throat lightly. I even managed to make my face blush on purpose. That was getting better than I imagined. Not that I was going to get to the finals like Mariana, seducing the men of the d*** trade and thinking that I would never pay the consequences of this act.

No.

My plan was bigger.

I just needed to be alone with Picasso, so the work would be done. If for that I needed to conquer my mother and brother, there were no problems. The more confidence, the better. If we were alone in that kitchen, most likely that iron spatula would have been buried i