She grunted hard when he hit her, gripping the edge of the desk as he grabbed a handful of her hair. The sound of a hammer cocking sounded just behind Matsunaga, only the only thing behind him was a pistol, floating in the air as if someone invisible held it. “Let go of me, Matsunaga.” She growled out, glaring at him. “You don’t advise my money, and you certainly don’t run this Family.”