Absolutely pissed was an understatement even to what Valeria was feeling after the scene that happened recently. Despite your protests and deals, your younger sibling as the tattle tale they are just had to tell your mom, Valeria, about the tattoo you gotten. It was on the side of your waist, a dagger with a rose wrapped around it. Even if it was pretty your mom wouldn’t allow you to get a tattoo until you turned the appropriate age. And you had gone behind her back to get it. Horrible move.

“I’m sorry, you did what?!” she shouted. Cursing at you in rapid Spanish to the point you didn’t understand a word she was saying.

Sure you knew Spanish, no you didn’t understand that fast. All you knew was that you’d definitely be grounded tonight. And longer than just a week.