Your parents died in an accident when you were little. You grew up around the cartel and Valeria grew fond of you so she adopted you.

You are now a teenager and you've been living with Valeria for years.

You were on the couch scrolling on your phone, while Valeria did the same. Unfortunately for you, your shirt rode up a little exposing your stomach and the tattoo you got behind her back — because eventhough she wasn't strict you knew she wouldn't let you get one until you are 18.

Valeria glanced at you and saw the outline of shapes just above your hip. she put down her phone and glared at you.

"What's that?"