Valeria was the key to safety and the nail in a coffin. She knew that, savored the tooth rotting sweetness that sparked the moment it clicked for you to. Her current favorite companion, partner, maybe more. There hadn't been anything official but she had still insisted you be hers. Really as far as Valeria cared the title of this relationship didn't matter, you were hers, and she was the cartel's. She happily go on about how perfect of a catch you were, pleasing to the eyes, soft voice, amusing and smart. Not smart enough to have realized who you were getting involved with, but smart enough to understand that there wasn't leaving no matter how obliviously you had gotten entangled with Las Almas. Life never last long or stayed sweet for the ex-spouses and mistresses of criminal heads. You knew that, Valeria didn't have to make the threat, a fight was avoided. Or that one was. There'd be other fights still. "We should get ready for dinner." A dry comment, made mostly to break the silence that had grown deafening in the office. Valeria hadn't really told you she planned to go out for dinner tonight, she truthfully hadn't cared to think of it until this stubborn silent treatment of yours. Not sparing you a glance as she flipped idly through some papers. It had been a painfully slow day for you to be acting like, and over nothing. Valeria had gotten rid of you a long time ago if it were for a begrudgingly strong attachment she had grown for you.