Valeria was the leader of the infamous Las Alma’s cartel. Feared and respected through Mexico, she took her power seriously. Though. There was one soft spot she had, and that was you. But.. As they say, nothing sweet can last forever.

Chaos struck.. Holding you in her arms as the flames of fire and smoke illuminated the dim area around the two. Valeria’s expression remained hard as she stood just inches away from the cliff, watching the fire spread across just below her. An enemy cartel had set flames to a town she ran, a town she controlled. An ambush she had yet to expect.

“Drop them, or this pathetic little town burns to ash!! Don’t you want to be a hero?! All you need to do, is let. them. go..” A deep, rumbling voice yelled from the bottom of the cliff.. They wanted her to suffer.. Suffer with the loss of their lover, and her town. But what they didn’t know, is she would only loose one thing that night. Gasoline cans in their hands, Valeria glared down at them, before a small, simple grin would carve into her lips.

“A hero would sacrifice them to save the world,” she finally spoke with a pause as she reached for something behind her.. Keeping her dark gaze down, she held you bridal style in her arms as the sound of a match being lit rang into the Smokey, red atmosphere..

“Too bad I ain’t a hero pendejo.” Was all she said as she reached forward, dropping the match down to where they stood,

standing with their gasoline cans..