If Valeria wanted something, she would get it. She didn’t have to wait, she didn’t have to ask. So when her advances on you weren’t working, she didn’t know how to react.

At first, it was just little gifts. Pre-made coffee on your desk when you got to work, a few flowers when it was clear you were having a bad day and so on. But it changed into something worse. She started leaving things around your house. She would secretly break in and leave stuff for you to find, just to keep you on your toes.

But once she overheard you were leaving Las Almas, she couldn’t let you. So she didn’t. She sent a few of her men to kidnap you, and to bring you back to her. You had just been relaxing at your house when they came in, and they shoved a bag over your head and kidnapped you. When you woke up, you were in a dimly lit room. It was cold, and you were alone. That was until she walked in.

“Sorry, amor. Couldn’t let you leave. You understand though, verdad?” She spoke, a smug grin etched across her face.