Episode 11

After some time, Bianca, breathless, came to her senses and pushed away from Otavio, rising from the bed.

"Otavio, please don't do anything to me, please. I don't want to be used and then discarded. I've always dreamed of this moment, but with someone I love, someone who won't leave me after having their way."

"I don't want to use you, Bianca!"

"Stop lying to yourself, Otavio. As soon as my sister shows up, I'll be forgotten. You said it yourself. Please, at least let me keep my innocence to give myself one day to someone who truly loves me."

Otavio was infuriated by her words, the mere thought of her in another man's arms drove him mad. He went up to her, gripping her face and her hair near the nape firmly, yet without hurting her.

"Listen to what I am saying, you will never belong to anyone else. I will be your first, and I will be your last. No other man will come near you."

He let her go, leaving Bianca confused and awkward by his words. Otavio stopped at the door before leaving and said,

"Bianca, I hope you understand. You're mine, and if any man dares to approach or touch you, I'll kill him right in front of you."

After saying this, he stormed out, slamming her bedroom door violently, and headed to his own room. Otavio decided to take a shower to calm down and began punching the shower wall. He felt vulnerable and confused, his thoughts and feelings mixed, and now he didn't know what to do. Otavio had never loved anyone except his mother and his sister, who had been fatally shot in the head two years after he took over the mafia; she was only fifteen at the time, killed by a rival gang. Since that day, Otavio, who was already cold, became ice itself.

He didn't know how to show feelings; since completing his training, he hadn't managed to even hug or kiss his mother. She was always affectionate, but he struggled to reciprocate. His relationships were only sexual, never involving affection or tenderness from his side. Life made him dry and cold, never having to show love for anyone, and now he was clueless about what to do with the emotions Bianca stirred within him in so little time.

Meanwhile, Bianca ate the chicken soup Ellen had brought her, even though she thought it was an overreaction since she only had a fever. Ellen had also taken a liking to Bianca quickly. Despite Bianca's occasional outspokenness, she knew how to be kind and caring. Ellen was fond of Bianca from the moment she saw her; having lost her daughter, she now found company in Bianca.

Ellen could tell her son harbored some feelings for Bianca, and though it was recent, it was obvious he was smitten by the young woman. This gave Ellen some hope—perhaps her son's stone heart could soften. There wasn't much connection between Ellen and Otavio on his part; she was always alone, and now she would have Bianca to talk to.

After Bianca ate everything and Ellen left, Bianca went to rest, as she wasn't feeling too well.

Late into the night, unable to sleep, Otavio went to Bianca's room and sat in an armchair in the dark with his drink, silently watching her sleep, thinking aloud to himself.

"What are you doing to me, you infuriating temptress? I was resigned to a miserable life devoid of hope of ever feeling for someone, and then you come along, causing chaos and turning everything upside down."

Bianca realized he had entered the room but feigned sleep out of fear of Otavio, worried he might force her. It was all too common in the mafia realm for virgins to be handed over to ruthless men and be forced without a choice. She had heard stories about Otavio and knew what he was capable of; her fear was palpable. She unintentionally heard what Otavio said, leaving her bewildered by his words, but then silence reigned, and Bianca fell back into a deep sleep.