Bianca can't sleep. The urges from what Miguel and her almost did haunts her. They haven't said anything upon arriving home except for wishing each other a good night. She turns her head to the cactus on the nightstand.

Damn that man! He's got all me warmed up. I wished he could have plunged in. I would have drained him dry.

She gets up from bed and pulls out a toy from the nightstand. She imagines Miguel's staff sliding in and out of her cave. She fondles her breasts with heavy breaths. Intensifying the speed drives her wild.

"Oh, Miguel! Voglio te (I want you)! Don't stop!" She screams without a filter. She hopes he will bust through the doors to "silence" her caves.

She lets out a long, loud moan. Her toes curl with quivering legs. She tries to settle her heart, but imagining his face brings her more misery.

Her breaths get quiet. No rushing footsteps. If he's a heavy sleeper, I just did all this nothing.

She chuckles to herself. It was fun though. I hope this all can be over soon.

Her emerald eyes close, but she can't get him out of her head. Oh, I will punish you when it's all done.......But why? What happened to you?

She kicks off the covers and throws on some slippers. Throwing on a robe to keep her warm from the cold, dark night. She tip toes towards Miguel's room while putting an ear towards the door.

Wood creaking. "One, two, three, four. One, two, three, four."

She holds back a laugh that she kept him up. She sneaks past the door to head to the study room.

Her laptop is turned on to find anything relating to El Segador. She knows she's overstepping, but she wants to understand the reason why he closed himself off from any happiness.

Newspaper articles pull up in reference to La Noche de Muerte. Seeing the private picture of Navarro's corpse doesn't disturb her since she's seen a lot. A carved-out heart has to be personal.

One of the articles mentions the quick rise of the Navarro Organization shortly after the death of a rival organization leader: "Juan Torres."

She clicks on the name. Juan Torres was a previous leader of the Torres Cartel. His young daughter and wife were killed during a shootout along with him.....by Joseph Navarro, his former associate. 

There's no mention of Juan having a sibling. However, El Segador was rumored to have worked under him. She pieces things together, but something's amiss.

She looks up Peter's Flowers ownership. With her access of tools, her eyes widen. The store's website said it was owned by someone named Peter, yet it's owned by someone named Diego Sanchez.

Looking up his name brings her to military records and a photo that has her jaw drop. Miguel is right beside him. The friend he mentioned. She finds his last name on the uniform and plugs it into the search engine---

AAAAAHHHHHH!

That painful scream shoots her out of the chair. It came from Miguel's room. She taps on the door.

"Miguel, are you alright?"

"I'm.....I'm okay. Did I wake you?"

Shame trails from his voice.

She wants to open the door and hold him. "I was already up. I kept thinking-"

She stops herself as it will only hurt his request to be professional.

"About?"

"Just who the rat could be. It can't be Luis nor Tomasso."

"I will go along with Alejandro and Richie to see what I can find. Get some sleep."

"Okay. Good night."

Her hand lingers before leaving the door. She resumes her research.......

The laptop powers off as she reflects on the terrible truth of what she found. She wants to barge into his room and still the waves of his sadness with her embrace.

She buries that feeling to be strong for the both of them. Her feet stagger to the bedroom until she gets to the bed. Staring at the ceiling that's being painted with streaks of daylight from the Manhattan skyline.

Her eyes droop until they close for a long sleep.....

Bianca wakes up and rubs her eyes while getting out of bed. She notices a note that was slipped under her door.

"Signora Orchidea, I'm going to find out what I can. Until then, eat something I made in the fridge. Don't want my boss to be working on an empty stomach."-Miguel

She holds the note close to her with a wide smile. Although she wants to jump his bones, she has to keep herself calm. She walks down to the kitchen and opens the fridge....a frittata in a skillet greets her.

After heating it up....."Mmmmm. Cosi buono!"

She cleans out the whole skillet and washes it in the sink. She decides to repay him with a phone call.

It's just to pay him back for this nice favor. He deserves that.

----

The black SUV stops outside a furniture store for an important errand. Richie, Alejandro, and Miguel with his mask enter the building. Miguel lets Alejandro walk in front to take lead while looking for any signs of deception. Based on what was told to him by Bianca, Alejandro was in control of the cocaine operations.

Getting a lower cut of profits in the long run gives him a motive. Richie could also be a suspect but hasn't displayed any signs yet. Once he figures it out, the rat will die by his hands with one loose end remaining.

Employees straighten up from seeing the Petali members. Their lips quiver with fear, wondering what will happen to them. The trio walks past them to enter an office.

"Daddy, let's play!"

"Not-"

The mustached man jumps from his chair to put his seven-year-old daughter behind him. The masked stranger only adds to his fear.

"Mr. Toretto, good to see you again. Let's speak in private," Alejandro tells him.

"Gia, talk to Maria and get some juice next door."

"Is everything okay?"

He buries the fear to avoid scaring her. "It will be. We're just going to talk."

"Can we play a board game when you're done?"

"Certainly."

As she walks out, her eyes are fixed on the man with the mask. Miguel can't help but look at her too. The door closes and her footsteps drift off.

"Alejandro, please. I don't have all of it, but I will give you what I have."

He hands them $200.

Alejandro sighs. "$300 short?"

"B-Business hasn't been well because of the prior pandemic. But I will get you-"

The mobster takes out something from his jacket pocket. Brass knuckles.

Mr. Toretto takes a step back. "Please! I beg of you! I just didn't want to hurt my employee's wallets."

"If you did, you wouldn't be in this situation. You will be alive as a reminder."

"Then I only ask you hit me where she can't see it."

The mobster nears him and throws a fist-

Hands grab onto his arm to prevent the strike from happening. Alejandro's lips quiver as Miguel stares at him with that empty, abysmal stare.

"Don't. Hurt. Him," he growls. His dark brown eyes demand him to stop at once or die.

"If-If we do that, it will be a habit. You're going against Signora's orders."

Richie's hands tremble. Disobeying Orchidea is worse than death itself. He's seen fellow mobsters die because they failed to carry out instructions. Would she even do that to a monster like him?

"I will take the blame-"

The door swings open to their surprise. "Daddy! What did you want to drink?"

Miguel yanks Alejandro's arm behind him to hide what's going on. A bead of sweat travels down Mr. Toretto's face.

The little girl's stomach is twisting. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, Gia! We were just playing a money game."

"He's right. An ongoing money game between adults. We paid and it's his turn," Alejandro adds on. 

He swallows a wince from Miguel's twisting grip on his fingers. "But he's paid enough."

She tilts her head. "Enough? How much left?"

"$300," Richie responds.

Gia goes over to the board games and opens a box. She takes out colored game dollars and counts them out loud. "$100.....200....300!"

She takes the "money" and presents it to the mobsters. Richie and Alejandro don't laugh since El Segador could paint the room with their insides. Miguel releases his hold and crouches down to Gia's level. Soft chocolate eyes with a warm smile.

"The game is settled. Thank you, Gia," he takes the money from her.

"You're welcome," she returns his smile.

"Time to go," he looks back with that empty stare. The two mobsters leave the office right away. El Segador takes out his wallet and puts $1000 on the table. 

"Not part of the money game," he assures them. Mr. Toretto is perplexed that this man is actually helping him out for the next few months.

"Grazie."

El Segador leaves them. As soon as the door closes, Mr. Toretto scoops up his little girl with the tightest hug manageable.

Alejandro and Richie get outside to the SUV but feel something cold pressed against the back of their heads. They don't dare look back.

"If they even go missing, your prayers will go unanswered. The devil won't even save you."

Their bodies tremble from the thundering threat that shakes them to their cores. The same level of threat Orchidea would deal out to others.

"Nod if you understand."

They quickly nod to avoid his wrath. The cold barrels of his pistols leave them.

"Excellent. Here's the rest of the money," he puts the game money into Alejandro's hands.

It takes them a moment before they enter the SUV to carry out the other errands. From that errand, Miguel learned something else: another motive for Alejandro being the rat. He just needs evidence to end his life.