Running the mafia business was no easy job, it just left Valeria exhausted.

"Hi, mi amor." She murmured, letting herself fall onto the huge sofa in the living room. There was some dried blood under her nails but she didn't seem to care as she patted her legs. Calling you to take your rightful place, straddling her. She didn't abandon her rude and dominant attitude even in the privacy of her home, on the contrary, it was even worse. She liked to see you following her orders.