𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒂 𝒏𝒖𝒏𝒆𝒛.

ᅠ 𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶. . . 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐀 '𝒗𝒂𝒍' 𝐍𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐙 —— 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘬. 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘣𝘪 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗅 𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝗒 #𝐃𝐉𝐎

/ (angrily shaking in my cage) why won’t my tweet for my new pinned not load the gifs attached to it

polishing her gun as she softly hums, waiting for the call to let her know she’s needed.

—herself from on top of him, drying away her tears only to wipe blood onto her face. With a shaky exhale, Valeria quickly gets to work on cleaning up the three year mess she made.

—body. His grip slowly loosening as the life falls from his eyes, the woman a sobbing mess as her hands become stained with his blood. She stays hunched over his body, knife still impaled into him as she takes a deep breath in to calm herself; hands shaking as she removes—

—widening in realization as she roughly pushed the blade into him. He gasps in surprise, grip tightening on her waist when she pulls the knife out and raising it over her head before repeatedly plunging the weapon into him; salty tears falling from her eyes and onto his dying—

—stirring the man awake as his hands reach out to her waist. Valeria continued to press loving kissing on his face, tears threatening to spill as the hand behind her back began to make its way to his chest; the sharp point of the knife threatening to break skin, his eyes—

— bedroom, her grip on the knife never loosening as she kneels on the bed - making her way onto his lap with the knife hidden behind her back. She leans forward and began to press the final kisses on his face, one kiss on each cheek before softly kissing the tip of his nose;—

— and walks over to the kitchen counter. She couldn’t help but glance over the apartment that she grew to call home, the man that had blinded her with love sleeping in the next room over as her hand takes ahold of the kitchen knife. The woman made her way back into the shared—

—quietly tiptoeing and avoiding any of the squeaky floorboards as she made her way into the kitchen. Her heart was beating harshly against her ribs as her hand reached out for the gun he left out on the table, fingers lightly brushing the barrel before she pulls her hand back—

—slowly begin to pack her things, leaving behind pictures and gifts he had given her throughout the years; suitcases filled with clothes and a duffel bag with money was shoved into the trunk of her car. It was a little past midnight when Valeria slipped out of the wolf’s arms,—

—Mr. Gavin?” “Don’t worry about him.” The rest of the week continued as it usually did; Valeria went to work putting together a team since she wouldn’t be there to assist the raid, briefing them on the locations she memorized over the years. She would come home from work and—

— little ol’ me.” Her smirk grows, sitting forward in her seat before arching a brow; thankful that her voice didn’t waver as she forced out her next words. “You can have the people he runs with, and my badge, but you let me walk free after everything is said and done.” “And—

—the look of shock written on the man’s face. “In the last three years, I gave you multiple gangs and if you take me to court then I’ll make sure to mention that I falsified reports on every single one of them.” “Agent, that will-“ “Be a lot of paperwork - all just to lock up—

—“She knew about what her husband was doing, she’s an accomplice and that’s what she’ll be charged as.” “If you ju—“ “You’re not going to charge me with anything.” The agent spoke, head slightly tilting her head to the side as the corner of her lips pull up in a smug grin at—

—information; it didn’t matter, it made their job easier. “In exchange for the locations of Mr. Gavin’s organization, Mrs. Gavin wants full immunity—“ “That’s not an option.” The man scoffed as his gaze turns to the woman, eyes narrowed when she looks up from her lap.—