Romeo waited for Miguel's car to drive out of the property before turning back inside the house. He had seen Caitlin earlier head for the terrace, and he needed to have a private chat with her.

She looked up from the book she was reading in the sofa when his presence casted a shadow on the page she was reading.

"Morning, Caitlin," he said eyeing her.

"Romeo," she simply replied.

"We need to talk," he said in a deep serious voice.

She inhaled and looked around before letting out her breath. "Let's go for a walk."

He nodded and waited for her to close her book, place it on the table and stand. She was halfway through her pregnancy and looked radiant as she walked toward the stairs.

Not surprisingly, she walked toward the gazebo and leaned over the railing, overlooking the lake, as he joined her.

"What's on your mind?" she asked keeping her eyes on the shimmering lake.

"You," replied Romeo.

She turned her head and looked at him. "What about me?"

"I don't particularly want anything to happen to you or your baby, but the past months have changed that."

She narrowed her eyes. "Are you threatening me, Romeo?"

"No," he said shaking his head, "I'm merely stating the facts. You marrying Miguel and now carrying his child complicates things…for you."

"It's partly your fault," she replied. "You didn't tell me not to marry him, on the contrary you almost gave me your blessing at starting a relationship with him and know you're telling me it complicates things. Who is kidding who here?"

"You're not dumb, Caitlin. You knew that if you married Miguel, you'd become an associate to his actions."

"I don't know anything about the cartel. Miguel makes sure of that. I'm not assisting and abetting."

"It's not that easy," replied Romeo passing a hand over his mustache. "There is no substantial proof that he doesn't share vital information with you. It's your word against ours."

Caitlin laughed sarcastically. "So, I'm in the crosshairs of the CIA."

"Don't shoot the messenger," replied Romeo. "You know I never wanted you to become a person of interest. Regardless, things are what they are. I can't change that, neither can you. It's too late. Unless…"

"Unless what?" asked Caitlin curiously.

"You help the CIA in getting as much information about Miguel's cartel business and its key players."

Her eyes grew wide with disbelief. "You want me to turn on my husband to save myself?!"

"If the investigation comes to an end, you'll go to jail for the next 20 to 25 years of your life. Your child will be put in protective services and foster care. Is that really what you want?"

"You son of a bitch. This is playing out so well for you and the CIA isn't it. I bet they were thrilled to see that I married him. Now they can turn someone who is on the inside to help them finish their investigation. Just as with the Sons, you hold all the cards in hand."

"I don't want to deal you a 'go to jail' card, Caitlin. Which is why, I convinced the CIA to give you this sole opportunity to get an out."

Caitlin turned back to look at the lake torn between her own fate, that of her child and ultimately Miguel's. If they needed her, it was obvious they were having a hard time getting what they needed, meaning that for the time being they were all safe. If she gave them information, she was sending the man she loved to prison, for God knows how many years. If she didn't and they found another way to get the intel, the worst-case scenario that Romeo gave her would become reality.

"I need to think about it, Romeo."

"Naturally, I didn't need an answer now, but the CIA won't wait for long."

"How much time do I have?"

"A month max."

"OK," she replied nodding, "I'll let you know as soon as possible."

"I'm sorry, Caitlin, I really wish there was another way that didn't need your involvement or getting incarcerated."

She remained quiet and in the gazebo as Romeo walked away to tend to whatever he needed to do. She closed her eyes and thought about everything knowing there was no good option in what Romeo had given her. She loved Miguel and couldn't be the reason he went to jail, but she knew she could never survive being separated from her child either. The saying, 'when life gives you lemons, make lemonade' was a hoax. Even if she was an eternal optimist, she couldn't see the lemonade stand…instead all she could see was biting into that sour lemon repeatedly and it was nothing but bittersweet. If you hate the fact that life gives you lemons…you chop the fucking tree down! She needed to get rid of Romeo and Luis and never let anyone new come into Miguel's business.

She sat in the backseat of the car, heading into town with Matteo to run some errands, when she spotted EZ walking out of his father's butcher shop. Trailing behind him was another man and she narrowed her eyes upon seeing him. "Stop the car for a second," she said to the driver.

"Something wrong?" asked Matteo as the driver parked a few feet ahead of the carniceria.

"No," replied Caitlin as she looked out the window to see the man finish talking with EZ, then walk and turn the corner. "I have a craving."

"A craving?" asked Matteo.

"Yes, pregnant women often get cravings."

"An ice cream, a milkshake… what exactly are you craving for?" asked Matteo dumbstruck.

"Ribs."

"Ribs?"

"Uh huh. I'm going to get some at Mr. Reyes' shop," she answered as she slid in her seat to get out of the car on the side where there was the sidewalk.

"OK, let's go for ribs," said Matteo as he got out from the front passenger seat.

He followed her quietly as she crossed the street.

"You can wait out here," she said as she opened the door and let herself in.

"Mrs. Galindo," said Felipe, "nice to see you again. I take it the lamb was to your liking?"

"It was delicious, thank you."

"What can I get you today?"

Caitlin shot a quick glance outside at Matteo who was standing back to the door on the lookout for any potential threats to her life.

"Ribs, for three people… and I need to speak to EZ."

Felipe furrowed his brow.

"I know he's here; his bike is parked outside."

"Look, Mrs. Galindo, I'm not sure you talking to my son is a good idea."

"Mr. Reyes, I don't want to cause EZ any trouble…not more than he already is in."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

Realizing that maybe he wasn't aware of what she had discovered, she felt it was best to focus on other things. "I'm sure you don't appreciate him being a part of the Mayans."

Felipe eased up. "He's out back but I'm not sure your goon will appreciate talking with him. Galindo is a very possessive and jealous man. He may get the wrong idea."

"Then why don't you take me out back and show me how you cut the ribs?"

Felipe nodded and Caitlin walked to the door.

"All set?" asked Matteo.

"No. Mr. Reyes doesn't have any ribs left, he's going to prepare them out back and has offered for me to look at how he does it. It won't take too long."

"I don't know…"

"Matteo, he's a butcher, not a murderer."

"OK, but make it quick."

She laughed. "Cutting meat is as meticulous a thing as baking, be patient or I'll blame you for not enjoying my meal tonight and being pregnant my hormones are out of control, you don't want to see me lose it."

Matteo raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, go."

Caitlin smiled at him as she headed back inside where Felipe was waiting for her. She followed him down a narrow corridor to another room where he stored and prepared his meat; EZ was working on some machinery.

"Mrs. Galindo is here to see you," said Felipe.

EZ looked up and put the screwdriver down upon seeing her. "Mrs. Galindo."

"Hello EZ. I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time," she then eyed Felipe, "in private."

"Sure," said EZ as he pointed to the room across the one, they were in.