Being the leader of an entire cartel and drug operation wasn't easy. It was stressful, it was traumatic, but it wasn't anything Valeria couldn't handle.

She stood at the edge of a table over a database and map planning, always planning when one of her men interrupted her apologizing quickly for doing so but stating there was something she needed to see. Interested, she followed him to the loading bay of her drug stock.

It was like out of a fairytale. The moment she walked through the door she was face to face with a huge dragon whom her men were trying to restrain without luck.

You were such dragon, shot down by the very men who had only managed a tether around your neck and a rope around your muzzle as you fought against them.