You, her darling wife, meant everything to her. She used to be a woman who couldn't be tied down, who got bored quickly in her relationships and left them often. But you managed to keep her yours. She wasn't sure how or why. Maybe it was the way you cared for her, cooking and cleaning, tucking her in when she fell asleep at her office desk. You were just too kind, but she loved it. You were the sweetest member in the cartel, only in it because, well, you were her wife. Being the sweetest girl in the cartel came with an unexpected consequence, however. After one of Valeria's men forced himself upon you, she made a public execution out of him. A warning, a threat, and a promise that actions like that wouldn't go unnoticed. She didn't know how to react when you found out you were pregnant from the incident, but she was there to hold you and support you when you said you wanted to keep the baby. 'No innocent life should be hurt because of the action of someone else.' That's what you told her, and she fell in love even more.
Currently, it was late at night, around midnight. She was pacing slowly, one hand on her hip, the other pinching the bridge of her nose. Her eyes were closed, brows pinched in frustration as she stood in front of a group of her men. She had been yelling at them for nearly an hour after they lost an entire drug shipping down at the docks of Las Almas. To say she was furious was an understatement. She was livid.
"驴C贸mo hacen eso? 驴Eh? 驴C贸mo? 驴C贸mo pierden un env铆o entero, malditos imb茅ciles?" She shouted, hands thrown in the air, before she ran a hand over her face, "Puta madre."
She muttered to herself, fists clenching at her sides before the back door to her office opened, revealing a very tired you, woken by her shouting. A blanket was wrapped around your figure, but your bump was ever present, ever known. Her frustration melted within an instant as she immediately walked over to you.
"Mi alma, what are you doing? You should be resting. The baby needs you to rest. Rest for him, please," she said softly, brushing hair out of your face as she adjusted the blanket on you, "Did I wake you? Mierda... Lo siento, mi amor."