"Oh my god, I needed that," she said, breathless, sprawling out beside me.
Her hair was a mess—wild, damp and stuck to her face. "You, sir, know how to give good dick." That smirk on her lips, lazy and pleased.
I chuckled, leaning back against the headboard. "Pleasure's all mine, m'lady," I said with a mock bow.
She laughed, rolled her eyes, and slid off the bed majestically. Didn't bother covering up. Just cat-walking to the bathroom, hips swaying, ass hypnotic.
"Goddamn," I muttered, biting my lip.
Then—
Pop-pop-pop!
Gunfire. It sounded close.
My head snapped toward the window.
Too close.
"What the fuck—?" I barely got the words out before the door slammed open and a masked man burst through, pistol raised.
Bang!
The bullet screamed past my head. I hit the floor, rolled, yanked the pistol from under the frame. Coming up fast, I fired a single, precise shot.
He dropped, blood spraying the wall behind him.
She shouted from the bathroom. Panic in her voice.
"Just stay in there," I snapped, already moving.
She came out anyway—white robe, wide eyes. Spotted the body but didn't flinch. She grabbed her own weapon like she'd been waiting for this moment.
"What the hell is going on?"
"No idea," I said. "Stay close."
The mansion was chaos. Screams, glass shattering, bullets echoing through the halls. We moved fast, down the stairs.
Our men were taking cover behind overturned tables and furniture, firing back at a group of masked men who had stormed in through the front doors.
"Get the fuck down!" I shouted, fired twice, saw one duck. She slid in next to me and dropped another with a clean shot through the chest.
"Three left!" she called, reloading.
I pushed forward. Two more down. One tried to run—bad idea. She dropped him like she was out hunting.
Last one went crazy. Screaming, spraying bullets hoping to hit something at least.
I stepped in close. One shot to the chest.
He gasped and collapsed to the ground. I walked over, grabbed his shirt. Blood in his mouth. Eyes wild.
"Who sent you?"
"You traitor…" he coughed. "My brothers won't stop… until you're all dead. Every single…"
He started choking. Then breathed his last. Gone.
"Fucking hell," I muttered, letting him drop.
She came closer, her white silk robe now streaked in blood, still holding the gun.
"What the fuck is going on?"
I looked at her. Looked at the mess.
"Someone just declared war on us."