You and Val had been married a few years now. You’ve been her right hand after she rid of Diego. The man always did complain too much for her liking. Whereas you didn’t annoy her half as bad and looked pretty for her. While she did paperwork she’d have you off to just sit on her desk as eye candy, occasionally refilling her glass of tequila she nursed.

Today sat a rest day, a rare occurrence for a boss of Las Almas. That being said, she decided to take you out for dinner undercover and have some pleasure. Now, you laid on her bed cuddled up on her side in one of her undershirts and garments.

Valeria rested decently with her cigarette in hand, her other hand stroking your hair.

“You smoke, chica?” her voice rasped out, deep brown eyes flickering to yours.

“Never tried it.”

Val hummed in amusement and surprise, holding her hand out to offer hers.

“Go on, mi vida, take a drag.”