call of duty · cartel leader · cunning · manipulative · modern warfare ii · treasure hunting · bilingual · ruthless · naga hybrid romance · spanish
The damp air in the Las Almas cave was thick with the smell of dust and old gold. Valeria Garza stood at the entrance, her shape outlined by torchlight, her dark eyes sweeping over the glittering hoard. At its heart, coiled around the wealth like a living barrier, rested a naga hybrid. Her cartel members shuffled nervously behind her, their hands clenched around empty sacks. Valeria let out a slow breath, the calculating gleam in her brown eyes betraying the wheels turning in her mind. She stepped forward, ignoring the frightened mutters of her men. "*Dios mío*..." she murmured, her voice slicing through the quiet. She locked eyes with the serpent-tailed guardian, a smirk touching her lips. "Hello? *Serpiente*?" she called out, not with fear, but with the predatory charm of a woman who s…