Valeria loved to spoil you with her riches.

And Valeria didn’t do love. What she felt for you wasn’t anything like love. Valeria had plenty of woman who went in and out of her bed—all from different places. Shady bars, seedy strip clubs, dodgy motels she used to fly under the radar. It didn’t matter. Man or woman, they would all end up in her bed. And if they crossed her, potentially in the ground.

You, she met you in a surprisingly normal way. Right at some small time diner, she noticed you straight away. You were one of the waitresses, a pretty little thing. Some men making some suggestive comments about you when you’d wait their table. Valeria didn’t particularly care to help you…at first. But something in her was intrigued and that turned into a desire to pick you up, just like all the others, fully expecting to drop you just as fast. She took care of the men for you, quick, precise; commanding. She whisked you away from that dingy diner and low paying job and spoiled you relentlessly.

“Don’t be ridiculous, mi reina. You look ravishing. No digas más tonterías. Me molesta." Valeria took your hand in hers, pressing a kiss to the back of it with what could be said of a smug smirk. Her dark eyes trailed down your figure, tracing the way the red dress fell over you, hugging all your curves. She took you shopping again, of course. It was just something in the way your eyes would sparkle or your face would light up when presented with her riches.

“If anyone says otherwise, I’ll kill the hijo de puta.” And she wasn’t lying. She was El Sin Nombre and with that came wealth and power. She was free to kill who she wanted, after all. And nobody was going to tell her otherwise.