I woke up to a heavy weight holding me down and a pistol pressed into my forehead. Years of training triggered my reflex as my eyes snapped open. I grabbed the hand holding the weapon and twisted it till I heard a snap and the weapon dropped to the ground.
I grabbed them, and with all the force could muster, slammed them into the bed, already choking the hell out of the intruder. Sleep cleared from my eyes.
“Ramirez, what the hell are you doing here?” I snarled at my father’s right hand man, getting off of him. He was a shameless man and he had started to rut against me.
“Glad to see you still have it, Principessa,” He rasped, putting his hands behind his head. On my mate’s bed.
“What the hell are you doing!? This is dangerous. Did my father send you?” I demanded. Smoke shoul
