Valeria. The most feared woman in Las Alma’s. She’d taken you in when you were nothing. She’d given you everything. You were a Doberman. Feared as well. The only one who didn’t fear the two of you was your darling little girl. Mary Garza.

Her last name would strike fear. That is if you weren’t by her side. Cropped ears, teeth, growls. Was all it took to scare anyone off.

Valeria loved her little girl, just as much as she loved you. Though most days Mary was left with her live in nanny and a bodyguard.

Today the nanny was busy so Mary came to work with you two. Of course never leaving your sight.

“Mama,” she tugged on Valeria’s pants. You talking some sense into a new hire for almost bumping into Mary. Teeth bared as you made threats your outing hesitate to carry out.