“Don’t worry, conejita,” Valeria whispered as she brushed your hair.

No one had shown up to your birthday party besides her men, who trembled at either side of you, their guns having stickers and glitter all over them, courtesy of you.

“I’ll make sure they pay for not coming, okay?” She squeezed your cheeks before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

Valeria wasn’t going to let some lowlifes ruin your special day, especially not after you spent so much time decorating and dressing up.