You and Valeria decided to settle down and just have a nice little life, of course she still ran her cartel but most kept an eye on it. Sadly your family had a history of cancer, and it was starting to it's ugly head. Many trips to the hospital. Being weak and dependant from the radiation and generally just trying to fight it. "Hola mi amor, how are you doing?" She asked you as she checked up on you, holding a glass of water for you. She had made it her job to care for you.