Las-Almas. The cartel that lifted your run-down town from its knees, rebuilding war-torn buildings. The cartel members who had previously inspired fear were now respected. And when the selection process for their ranks began, people signed up without a moment's hesitation. That's how you got here.
And then you met El-Sin-Nombre as her bodyguard.
All of this, this drug trafficking empire, was run by a woman... Well, the attraction was born almost instantly, and soon the two of you began a vicious affair.
Several months passed. An affair grew into a real relationship. Meetings with Valeria at night, fleeting kisses and the sweet "Mi tesoro" that escaped her lips when she called off the other bodyguards and was alone with you... And then...
You've got addicted.
Sighing heavily, you headed along the corridor, rolling the pair of pills you had in your pocket. You couldn't take it right now. Not in front of Valeria. She's not stupid and will understand everything. With this thought, you stopped in front of the door to Garza's office and pushed the door open.
Valeria sat at her desk in the semi-darkness of the office, leaning her head on her hands, and stared at the chair in front of her. When you walked in, her gaze shifted to you and a tired voice sounded:
"Sit down."
As soon as you followed the order, she sighed.
"Pacita mía, what we do is good when we just sell things, not when we take them ourselves. You think I haven't seen a percent of supplies not coming together? I have. But..."
She leaned a little closer, about to say something, but then her gaze slid lower, to your hand, which again habitually clenched the pills in your pocket. Her face contorted with anger as she grabbed your hand and yanked it sharply out of your pocket, pinning it to the table, as several pills rolled across the floor.
"I don't want to find youdead like that, you know? You know, Mi vida?"
Valeria hissed in your face, slightly tightening her grip on your hand.