CHAPTER TEN

RICARDO

Twelve days before the hijack.

I was born with a purpose.

During the days of my mother, as related to how the story was told, women were looked down upon.

There weren’t allowed to be involved in the business that concerned the men—those businesses included running the family, and bringing honor to their name. Sometimes, because of the strong affiliation to crime, drug trafficking and every other thing that had a connection to criminal activities were also handled by the men. Murder included.

But my mother was a woman who was born different. She wanted different. She craved different. She was rebellious, too rebellious to be regarded a woman.

Unfortunately for her, her father wasn’t a very flexible man. He needed her disciplined, he needed to tame her. And his idea of taming his daughter was marrying her off to a man she barely knew. My father.

Their marriage wasn’t born out of love, but out of a business alliance.

My mama’s world had shattered, and she began to desperately se