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[shi4g]

WARNINGS : Violence, Gun depiction, kind of toxic dynamic??? Female y/n (although I don't use y/n)

Being with a woman like Valeria isn't like everyone seems to think it is.

Being with a woman like Valeria would mean less than you think it means.

She wouldn't allow herself the pleasure of having a partner by her side, and if she does, then you don't mean a lot to her.

You've been begging her for months to let you prove that you're worthy to be by her side, and after a lot of whining, and a lot of crying and threats to not see her again, she reluctantly agrees.

Except it's nothing like you think it would be, there's no roses, there's no serenade on your window, there's... Barely any difference, and, it becomes a sore spot on your "relationship" which was more of a way to please you than anything.

"Can't drag much attention to you, corazón, you'll get your pretty head chopped off if I do"

She says with a smirk on her face and a drink on her right hand, his other hand is on your thigh, and you just sigh.

"Is that so? Nobody really knows who you are, don't be paranoic, Valeria"

You say, and her grip on your thigh tightened, subtly, only notable to the keen eye, but you know her too well, or you want to think you do. She stays quiet for a few seconds before she turns her body towards your way, sitting on a expensive fur coated sofa on one of her various residences, one a few hours far from Las Almas, in the middle of a road, something resembling a Villa, much more cozy though, big expanses of land with some cattle, a stable, horses, green grass... With the juxtaposing luxury of a mansion she owned, big stairs with beautiful railing designs coated in something that resembles... No, well, it probably doesn't resembles, it should be gold; There's no way it isn't, no one goes walking around Las Almas with a cocky smile like hers not owning something so lavish like that.

Your relationship with Valeria has been always complicated, but, this is something ridiculous you think, how a woman so loaded like her could be so boring in how she spent her money on you? So uncaring, so inattentive? Sure, it wasn't the cleanest of money's, but surely a flower shop owner wouldn't question an order of a dozen of red roses.

Except she's quick to open your eyes, and with quick, we're talking of her with a hand on your throat, long fingers extending to grip your chin while she stares at you coldly.

"Ay mami ¿Qué no se da cuenta de con quién está usted?" (Ay mami, you don't realize who you're dating?)

The silence in the room is loud, specially when her fingers squeeze just the right amount to not do damage, but also just the right amount to be a threat, your heart quickening at the fierce look in her face.

"What you're asking for... It's not something I'm willing to put you through, I would have to love you a little less to want to put you through it, to expose you like that"

She said as her fingers slowly let go, fingertips dragging on top of your pulse point to feel it quickening.

"But if you want to have a taste of it, serve yourself, amor"

It was a matter of weeks, there was no public announcement made obviously, neither was ther much said. The devil it's on the details, must one say, and with Valeria, a woman of many enemies, it shouldn't have been surprising when you end up in between a gunfire, something that seemed so out of nowhere, but Valeria managed it as if it was another Wednesday for her, worst part was it probably was, and in the moment you tried to flee the scene, go look for somewhere safer to be than on her lap, a harsh pull of a man's hand was quick enough to have you not only immobilized, but also, with a very cold feeling against the side of your head, as everything came to halt, and you were quickly made to walk to the center of the room.

Your heart drums heavily on your ears, it muffles almost all the sounds being uttered by the man behind you, you can just feel the cold sweat falling from your forehead, as the guy seemed to say something loudly, shaking your arm, gun pressed more firmly, harshly in your head, threatening to put a very big and shiny golden colored bullet through your skull.

Of course the only thing you could so was stare at your partner, to the woman who you had entrusted your life with, the woman that probably had enough power to make any of this stop... So why didn't she stop them? Why is she just staring, contemplative, not an ounce of remorse of fear, nervousness on her face, not breaking a single sweat.

Because that's how much she actually valued you, you and the ones before you too.

"What do you want? Her? You can take her, I hardly know her"

Valeria spoke, that confidence seeping through her voice, as you stared at her, teary eyed and almost begging her to do something about it, to save you from the very same predicament she tried to warn you.

Everything goes dark after a gun shot it's fired, and when you think everything it's over, it's so over, you wake up, startled and scared as a deer, you jolt so quick out of the comfortable bed sheets, that you fail to notice the hand that's placed on top of your's. Turns out that maybe you should've trusted her a little bit more, the bullet being detonated wasn't by the guy who held you at gunpoint, but rather, one of Valeria's subordinates towards the aggressor.

"¿Viste? Para que dejes de hacerte la valiente (See? So you stop acting brave), stupid girl, thinking you know anything and everything about how this life is... You should really go back home... I'm sure there's still someone waiting for you somewhere..."

And that was a double take, a warning, in the sense that someone would be surely looking for you to try and get into Valeria's weakness (even when it's clear that weakness didn't lie in you, specially after she almost let you die), and an advice, in the sense where you had talked about your family to her, and she hoped you would come back in one piece to them, so, as a last act of care, not even love but just- affection, a word already too big for a heartless woman, she let's you go, advices you to.

God knows what might happen if you choose to disobey, what she does know, it's that, if you decide to go against her words, it won't be on her hands to take you out alive anymore.

[shi4g]

Please please please

I need more Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra fanfics. Especially one where reader and him are together or fall in love or something. I fell victim to this man and I'm not mad at it. I just wish more people wrote for him.