Chapter 108: The Silverman Family

They had just driven back to the Rosenberg Mansion when the news came in.

Olivia was wearing tactical headphones, her fingers flying across a holographic tablet. She turned and reported, "Boss, Vance got results."

"Talk," Leo said, eyes closed, his voice flat.

"You were right. That Pentagon staff aide named Aaron -- not only is he Jewish, but his background has been heavily falsified."

Olivia stared at the top-secret files on her screen, her eyes cold. "Vance used top-level military network access and found out Aaron's real identity. He's actually a distant relative of the Silverman family in Washington, D.C."

"The Silverman family?"

Ivy, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow slightly. "They're one of D.C.'s most established Jewish dynasties -- notorious for political brokering and defense industry lobbying. Their connections on Capitol Hill run deep."

"So that means..."

Leo slowly opened his eyes, a cold, bloodthirsty smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "These Jewish power brokers hiding in Washington -- they're the eyes the Rothschild family planted inside America's military and political elite."

Three hours later.

Washington, D.C., is a wealthy neighborhood along the Potomac River.

Night had fallen. A stretched black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided smoothly down a tree-lined boulevard.

The rear cabin was spacious and lavish.

Leo sat in the center.

Ivy was in a fire-red figure-hugging dress and sky-high heels, draped seductively against his side.

Serafina wore all black -- a leather jacket, leather pants -- every curve of her explosive figure on full display.

These two women, the kind who could drive countless men in the underworld out of their minds, were curled up beside Leo like two tame cats.

Serafina held a glass of red wine, her long, alluring eyes drifting lazily over Leo's sharp-edged profile, then over to Ivy. She let out a soft, teasing laugh.

"Reaper, you really are something else."

She reached out a slender finger and traced slow circles on Leo's chest, her voice carrying a mix of playful mockery and feigned complaint. "Going to Europe to kill people, and you bring two beauties along for the ride. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were going on vacation. Can your body... actually handle this?"

Ivy heard that and wasn't about to let it slide. She straightened up, her impressive chest on full display, and shot Serafina a coy sideways glance. "I know better than anyone what Leo's body can handle. You'd better make sure you're not the one begging for mercy."

Watching the two women compete for his attention right in front of him, a dark flame flickered in Leo's eyes.

He didn't say a word.

Leo suddenly reached out, grabbed the back of Serafina's head, and pulled her face toward his. He bent down and kissed her full on those glossy red lips -- hard and without apology.

Serafina shuddered, nearly dropping her wine glass. Leo's kiss was intensely aggressive, charged with raw masculine energy, and it sucked the air clean out of her lungs. She let out a soft whimper and went limp in his arms, kissing him back fervently.

A full minute passed before Leo finally released her. Serafina was breathless, her eyes hazy and unfocused.

Then Leo turned his head. His deep gaze locked onto Ivy, who was already flushed red beside him.

One arm swept out and pulled her slender waist firmly against him. He kissed her just as mercilessly.

Ivy let out a satisfied moan, both arms wrapping tight around Leo's neck, letting this domineering man do as he pleased.

When Leo finally let them go, both women's cheeks were flushed, and their eyes were soft and dazed. They leaned weakly against his broad shoulders, all traces of their earlier rivalry completely gone -- replaced by the quiet contentment of having been thoroughly claimed.

"Behave yourselves."

Leo wiped the lipstick from the corner of his mouth, his voice low and unhurried. "You're my women. Cut the chatter."

"Yes, Reaper..." Both women breathed the words in unison, their eyes full of adoration.

The Rolls-Royce came to a smooth stop in front of a sprawling luxury estate.

"Boss, we're here. This is Samuel Silverman's private estate -- he's the eldest son of the Silverman family." Olivia reported from the front seat.

"Get out."

Leo pushed open the door, threw on his black coat, and walked toward the estate with long, unhurried strides.

......

Inside the estate. A grand European-style hall.

Samuel was lounging in an expensive silk robe, swirling a glass of Romanee-Conti, letting classical music wash over him.

Standing around him were eight bodyguards -- broad-shouldered, sharp-eyed, all retired special forces.

A deafening crash.

The massive, ornately carved wooden doors were kicked clean off their hinges from the outside.

Both doors flew into the hall like cannonballs, smashing the crystal chandelier and shredding the Persian rug beneath it.

"What the fuck?! Who's there?!"

Samuel jolted so hard his wine glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.

Through the cloud of dust and debris, Leo walked into the hall -- hands in his coat pockets, expression completely blank.

Ivy and Serafina followed behind him.

Samuel squinted through the haze. He blinked -- then his gaze locked onto Ivy and Serafina, and something greedy lit up in his eyes.

He'd spent years moving in elite circles. He recognized Ivy immediately.

"Well, well. Look who it is -- Ivy, the Drake family's stray dog!"

Samuel had no idea what had gone down in New York over the past few days. He had no idea the Drake family had been wiped out. He just assumed Ivy had come to Washington looking for a new patron after her family fell apart.

Samuel let out a loud, arrogant laugh and jabbed a finger at Leo. "What's the matter? Drake family's gone, so you couldn't cut it on your own? You dragged some clueless idiot here to beg the Silverman family for protection?"

He licked his lips slowly, his eyes crawling up and down the curves of Ivy and Serafina's bodies.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. And you even brought another stunning piece with you." He grinned. "Ivy, as long as you two stay in my bed tonight and keep me very, very happy, I'll make sure you can walk all over Washington. You have my word."

Then he glanced at Leo like he was looking at garbage, waved a hand, and ordered, "As for this clueless little boy toy -- break all four of his limbs."

"Yes, sir!"

All eight elite bodyguards immediately pulled out tactical batons and military knives, grinning as they lunged at Leo.

"Idiots." Serafina and Ivy exchanged a glance, looking at Samuel the way you'd look at a dead man.

Faced with eight men charging at him, Leo didn't even take his hands out of his pockets.

Leo stamped one foot forward. The marble floor cracked beneath him.

His figure became a black blur.

Bones snapped. The sound was sickening.

Leo moved through the crowd like he was taking a leisurely stroll. Five seconds. That was all it took.

Using only his shoulders, knees, and kicks, he sent all eight bodyguards flying -- each one crushed with overwhelming, brutal force.

The last one took Leo's knee straight to the chest. His sternum caved in. He sprayed blood and flew back thirty feet, crashing at Samuel's feet and going out cold on impact.

The entire hall went dead silent.

The smug grin on Samuel's face had completely frozen. He stared at Leo -- not a scratch on him -- with wide, disbelieving eyes, like he'd seen a ghost. His legs started shaking uncontrollably.

"Who... who the hell are you..." Samuel stumbled backward in terror until his back hit the wall.

Leo walked over to an intact leather sofa and sat down without hurrying. He pulled a cigar from his pocket.

A flame flickered to life.

Leo exhaled a slow curl of smoke, not even bothering to look at Samuel. He spoke quietly. "Ivy. Serafina. He just said he wanted you two to serve him?"

"That's right, Master." Ivy smiled sweetly, but her eyes were cold as ice.

Serafina cracked her knuckles, the sharp snapping sound cutting through the silence. "Disgusting pig. Doesn't know what he's walking into."

"Since he's so eager."

Leo leaned back into the sofa, his voice flat. "Go. Give him what he asked for."

"With pleasure."

Both women smiled -- slow, cruel smiles -- and started walking toward Samuel on their heels, one step at a time.

"You... what are you doing?! I'm the heir to the Silverman family! If you touch me--"

Samuel didn't get to finish.

Ivy swung her arm and cracked him across the face with a slap so hard it spun him halfway around. His lip split open, blood running down his chin.

"The Silverman family? Who the hell cares about that?"

Ivy's voice was ice cold. She raised her right leg -- sharp stiletto heel and all -- and drove it straight into Samuel's gut.

"Aagh!" Samuel screamed and doubled over, crashing to his knees.

"Serve you? You think you deserve that?"

Serafina moved in right behind her. She ran an underground fight club -- she hit harder than Ivy and had no mercy in her.

She grabbed Samuel by the hair, yanked his head up, and drove her knee straight into his nose.

His nose broke with a crack. Blood poured down his face.

What followed was a one-sided beating.

The two women who had been docile as kittens beside Leo were now something else entirely. Heels, knees, open palms -- they laid into Samuel without holding back.

Samuel rolled across the floor, completely helpless.

"Stop -- aaagh! Stop! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

His face was unrecognizable. Several teeth were gone. He was flat on the floor, covered in blood, screaming for mercy like a broken man. "Please... please stop..."

When it looked like enough, Leo raised his hand slightly.

Ivy and Serafina stopped immediately, wiped their hands with distaste, and stepped back to Leo's side without a word.

Leo took one last drag of his cigar, stood up slowly, and walked over to Samuel's bloodied, crumpled form.

He lifted his foot -- a custom leather shoe -- and pressed it down on Samuel's face, grinding him into the cold floor.

"Is your head a little clearer now?"

Leo looked down at him, something cold and lethal moving behind his eyes.

"Yes... yes... I'll tell you anything... anything you want..." Samuel sobbed, his voice barely coherent.

"Good."

Leo pressed down a little harder, his voice dropping to something cold enough to cut. "Tell me. What exactly is the relationship between your Silverman family and the Pentagon staff aide named Aaron?"