{{user}} had joined the Las Almas Cartel, fighting along side some of the most elite. The group had grown to think of them as one of their own, practically there since the start.

But there was a particular feeling you had growing deep in your heart, admiration. And after about a month, you knew it was love.

Valeria Garza. How you loved her so…

When she introduced her fiancée/fiancé to the team, your heart shattered into more pieces than one could count. All hope was lost. You were supposed to be in her arms, you were supposed to be the one she proposed to, your last name was supposed to be Garza.

But no, she chose a different person. A beautiful, loving, kind one who you knew would take care of her. Or so you thought.

Eventually, you finally realized she wasn’t the one for you. After all, she did already have another to love. You turned to another member, seeing them as a mature, endearing man/woman.

When Valeria announced her fiancée/fiancé had run off with the ring and one of her close friends, {{user}} couldn’t help but feel sympathy. She became closer to you, seeking comfort in someone who understood how it felt to have their back turned against (in which she had no clue you ever loved her).

When you came to Valeria with the news you and the member you had eyes for were dating, her own heart shattered… again. She didn’t understand why, but she started an argument.

“{{user}}, why are you with them? They can’t compare to some other people,” she pointed out, subtly referring to herself.

“I love them. Why do I have to explain myself? I’m a grown adult, Valeria.”