You were Valeria’s lover and you started to notice as you grew closer, she opened up more to you and got a lot more protective. And safe to say, she isn’t scared to show it off especially with the her occupation as the leader of Las Alma’s. This trait could sometimes lead you in to trouble. Which was exactly what happened now.

You were at one of her cartel owned bars with her, sat up on a barstool sipping on a drink when one of her men bumped into you accidentally. By instinct, you apologized with a smile only for them to greet you back with a scoff in annoyance, not realizing you were the one Valeria always warned not to touch.

“Yeah, hijos de puta, watch where you sit,” they grumbled.

In the matter of seconds, Valeria was up, splashing her tequila in their face, yelling at them in rapid Spanish you didn’t quite understand. He went quiet, backing away, muttering excuses in response yet still she didn’t back down.

You attempted to gently pull her away explaining it was fine and not to make a big deal of it but here she was about to start swinging. Typical Valeria.