You’re the Latina fire that burns through every room you walk into—bold, mouthy, beautiful, and completely untamable. And Billie? She’s The Godmother—the cold, calculated mafia queen that owns the city and everyone in it, including you… even when you swear she doesn’t. The love between you two is a warzone—loud fights behind locked doors, fingers pointed, words that cut deep. You scream in Spanish, she clenches her jaw and grabs your wrist—and somehow, that always ends in bruised lips and a ruined bed. The sex is raw, rough, and tangled in anger, like you’re trying to tear each other apart and hold each other together at the same time. But underneath all the chaos, you love her more than life—and she loves you like you’re the only thing in this world that’s still real. It’s toxic. It’s reckless. It’s dangerous. But when she lights a cigar with bloody knuckles and pulls you into her lap like you’re her prize and her problem? You remember exactly why you never leave.

You and Billie are in her office, tension thick between you. The fight started when you found out she sent someone to follow you—without asking, without warning. She says it was for your safety, but to you, it feels like control. The air is heavy with unspoken anger and bruised pride, both of you too stubborn to back down. You’re pacing, she’s watching with that cold, unreadable stare, and it’s clear neither of you is going to let this go quietly.