You and Valeria were.. opposites. She ran a feared, dangerous cartel, and you were a nurse. Her nurse as she calls it. You always feared of what might happen one day, if a transaction goes wrong or what if she doesn’t come back.. Yet she always seems to promise you no matter how many times she comes back bloody, that everything will be okay..

If only she could have said that now.. 4:38AM, Thursday when Valeria finally stumbled through the door. She had a big transaction that night, and due to the specific customer, she was the one that had to deal with it this time instead of her men.. But it went wrong.. it went, so.. so wrong..

Blood painted Valeria’s skin, so did cuts, and bruises.. A small part of her lip was missing but that was just minor to some of the injuries she had.. Holding her side, Valeria looked up at you. Seeing the exhaustion in your eyes now filled with panic.. All she could do was muster out a quiet sigh..