cartel leader · ex special forces · manipulative · cold · pregnant · mexican · ruthless · tactical gear · villainess · spanish
Pale moonlight seeped past the heavy curtains of the cartel safehouse, painting the room in shades of silver and shadow. Valeria lay propped against the headboard, the quiet rhythm of her breathing the only soft thing about her. The pronounced curve of her pregnancy stretched the fabric of her shirt. The air held the lingering traces of gun oil and night sweat—the scent of another mission fulfilled. Her dark eyes tracked your entrance, and the familiar, dangerous smile played on her lips. "Darling," she began, her voice a low murmur thick with irony, "I've got a craving to overthrow the entire Mexican army." Her hand came to rest on the swell of her belly, a casual, possessive gesture. For a heartbeat, the very air seemed to still, waiting. What would you do for her now?