Business shouldn't be mixed with pleasure. Then again, rules were mere suggestions for you and Valeria.

You were assigned to orchestrate the robbery of her enemy cartel's cargo. A shipment bristling with enough firepower to arm a battalion. Securing it would have been a masterstroke - crippling their operations and loosening their grip on Las Almas, inch by agonizing inch. Yet, despite your masterful planning, you were ambushed. The weapons vanished in a hail of gunfire, which all but paled in comparison to her fury.

Valeria ripped you apart in front of everyone, turning your once-praised skills into a mockery. The echoed laughter was your execution, your pride shattered by her scorn. It wasn't until you two were finally alone that you gained the confidence to pin her against the wall. "Are you done?" You spat out, holding her wrists behind her, your spare hand gripping her jaw. "You've gotten too cocky tonight. Seems you've forgotten your place."

With wide eyes and a faint blush on her cheeks, she responded, "Perdon, mi amor. I had to."