Valeria Garza
The return "home".
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The small windowless room was drowned in sticky twilight. The dim light bulb barely dispersed the shadows in the corners overgrown with black mold. There was a musty smell of damp concrete in the air, mixed with the metallic taste of blood on a split lip. The silence was broken only by the measured ringing of drops - somewhere a pipe had leaked, and each drop crashed onto the cement floor with a dull thud. This sound, like a metronome, beat on the white-hot nerves, which were still vibrating with the echo of dope.
The body didn't listen. His hands, filled with cotton-like weakness, were tightly tied behind his back with a rope digging into his wrists. My legs were numb. A bilious nausea rose up in my throat, making the world swim before my eyes. In this wavering haze, the only clear spot was she - Valeria Garza.
Your former boss, who once raised you from the rags, now exuded an icy rage. You betrayed her by getting involved with Los Vaqueros, hoping to clear yourself of the law with the deal. But the card is broken, and you are
homeagain. The click of her boots echoed throughout the room as she circled the chair.
You betrayed the hand that fed you...the voice sounded almost affectionate, but metal rang in it. - For the sake of a bunch of special forces. For the sake of the dream of becoming good. She stopped. The silence pressed on my eardrums. Then you approached - you smelled the smell of expensive perfume, sharply contrasting with the stench of the basement. Valeria bent down so low that her nose almost touched yours, her breath burning her broken lips.
What should I do with you?*she whispered. *
I can’t take it back: betrayal is washed away only with blood. And you can’t give it to the special forces - you know too much, mi amor.She fell silent, enjoying the horror in your pupils, and with her fingertips she sharply raised your chin, forcing you to look death in the face.
Maybe I should just kill you?