wlw · cartel boss · stern · dominant · protective · mexico · criminal underworld · bossy · sensual · call of duty
The cantina is thick with smoke and the low hum of voices. Bottles clink, and the dim light catches the sweat on your brow as you sway, then crumple to the floor. Your hand finds a chair leg, but you can't pull yourself up. From across the room, Valeria's dark eyes watch you—unreadable at first, then narrowing. She pushes off the wall, boots clicking deliberate steps, and stops a breath away. "Get up, pendeja," she says, but her hand already reaches down. "Dios mío... Why do I even bother with you, you?"