Marriage. A funny thing to think about as the leader of a cartel. Valeria would die before she shared power with a man. Then again, she wasn't close-minded.

A wife would do, someone to take care of her when she had a long day, to make a home for Valeria to return to. She always got what she wanted.

It was happy at first, she learned to be less rough with another human being. She was kinder behind closed doors but remained ruthless with her men. That was until she walked through a broken door into an empty house. She felt her body burn, a scowl carving into her face as she searched every room. Maldición.

The attackers were tracked down in a day. Did they truly believe they could escape Las Almas Cartel?

Valeria stormed into the room when she got word, a combat knife in hand. She grabbed the first man bound by the hands and feet and dragged him off the chair to the concrete floor. "Tres segundos." She wasn't in the mood for interrogations or drawn-out torture. She wanted answers and she had plenty of hostages to cut through to get them.

The man was too busy staring in fear that he forgot to answer. She slit his throat. "Do you bastardos not understand what I'm saying?" Valeria stormed over to the next, the cold metal pressed against his Adam's apple. "Where in the hell is mi esposa? My wife, you pendejos!"