Chapter 114: The Berlusconi Family

The next few days.

Leo and Olivia trained every day in the suite's gym.

Ivy and Serafina stayed busy, too, working their intelligence network to gather information across Europe.

The fifth night.

The cruise passengers were out enjoying the luxury nightlife in the casino and theater.

Meanwhile, Leo and the others were in the presidential suite on the top floor, pushing through another intense training session.

The dull sound of strikes echoed through the gym.

Leo was shirtless, his muscles carved like stone, hammering the punching bag with relentless fury. Every punch landed with bone-shaking force, sending the bag swinging wildly.

Olivia worked through her own high-intensity conditioning nearby.

Ivy and Serafina sat on the sofa, eyes locked on Leo's powerful frame, completely mesmerized.

Serafina licked her red lips. "Every time I watch Leo train, I just... God, I want him on top of me..."

"You slut."

Ivy shot her a look, but her own eyes burned with the same desire. "But... yeah. Same."

Just then.

The suite door was shoved open from outside.

A young man in a designer suit, his hair slicked back and gleaming, strutted in with four or five bodyguards trailing behind him. He held a glass of red wine, wearing a drunk, self-satisfied grin.

"Ha! I knew it! How could there be nobody on this floor!"

His eyes swept the room, and the moment they landed on Ivy and Serafina, they went wide.

"Oh, my God! Two gorgeous women!"

He let out a whistle and swaggered toward them. "Ladies, care to join me for a drink?"

Leo stopped training and slowly turned around.

His deep eyes fixed on the uninvited guest, cold as ice.

"Get out."

The young man blinked, then burst out laughing as he'd just heard the funniest joke of his life. "Ha! What did you just say? Get out?"

"Do you know who I am?"

He thumped his chest, dripping with arrogance. "I'm Andre Berlusconi! Heir to the Berlusconi family of Italy!"

"This ship is our family's property!"

"You dare tell me to get out on my own turf?"

Andre's voice climbed higher, and he jabbed a finger at Leo's face. "Looks like you've got a death wish!"

A flash of cold, murderous intent crossed Leo's eyes.

He slowly raised his hand.

Right then.

"Wait!"

Marco burst through the door, his face tight with panic.

"Leo! Don't!"

He stepped in front of Leo and dropped his voice. "This Andre, he's the Berlusconi family's son. They're a major power in Italy, and..."

"Sir, I know you're not afraid of them. But... this ship, and the thousands of guys working under me, we all depend on the Berlusconi family's ports to survive. If he dies on my ship, we won't just lose docking rights. Every single one of my crew and their families will end up at the bottom of the ocean."

Marco was a man of loyalty. He would die for Leo without hesitation. But he couldn't stand by and watch thousands of families get buried because of him.

"So you want me to swallow this?"

Leo's voice was ice cold.

"No, that's not what I..."

Sweat beaded on Marco's forehead. "I mean, just hold off for now. Once we reach Italy, you can deal with him however you want..."

"Ha ha ha!"

Andre heard that and puffed up even more. "You hear that? Even the captain's scared of me!"

He stepped up to Leo and poked him in the chest. "A smart move would be handing those two beauties over to keep me company."

"Otherwise... I'll make sure you never set foot on Italian soil."

Leo looked at this clueless fool, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"Marco."

"Yes..."

Marco watched him, tense.

"Step back."

Leo said calmly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Leo..."

Marco wanted to say more.

But one look at the icy murder in Leo's eyes told him it was pointless.

"I'm sorry, Andre."

Marco let out a breath and moved aside. "Watch yourself."

"What?"

Andre froze, then exploded with rage. "You dare disobey me?"

"Get him! Beat this idiot until he can't walk!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

The four or five bodyguards lunged at Leo.

But before any of them got close.

Leo moved.

In a flash, he was in front of the nearest bodyguard.

One leg swept hard into the man's temple.

The bodyguard didn't even get a chance to scream. He spun through the air and slammed into the wall, out cold before he hit the ground.

Then Leo tore through the rest of them like a wolf in a flock of sheep, fists and feet flying like a storm.

In under ten seconds.

All four or five bodyguards were on the floor. Dead or broken.

Andre's face went white as a sheet. His legs nearly gave out.

"You... you hit my men..."

He fumbled for his phone with shaking hands. "I'm... I'm calling people! I'll have you killed!"

Leo kicked the phone out of his hand.

Then grabbed him by the throat and lifted him clean off the ground.

"I gave you a chance."

Leo's eyes were filled with bloodlust. "You chose this."

"Ugh... let go... let go of me..."

Andre's face turned crimson as he clawed and kicked desperately.

"Leo!"

Marco rushed forward, alarmed. "Stay calm! If you kill him, none of us make it to Italy!"

"The Berlusconi family has people in both the underworld and the authorities in Italy. They..."

"I don't care."

Leo cut him off. "Anyone who comes at me dies."

He tightened his grip slightly.

The sound of bones about to snap filled the air.

"Wait!"

Andre screamed in terror. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"

"Please... please let me live... I won't do it again... I swear..."

He completely broke down, tears and snot streaming down his face.

Leo looked at the pathetic sight in front of him, a flicker of contempt crossing his eyes.

"Get out."

He let go and dropped Andre like a piece of trash.

Andre hit the floor and broke into a violent coughing fit, his face twisted with fear.

"Still here?"

Leo stared down at him.

"Going! I'm going!"

Andre scrambled on all fours and bolted for the door.

At the threshold, he glanced back at Leo, and something dark and venomous flashed in his eyes.

"You'll pay for this..."

He spat the words out and vanished down the hallway.

Marco watched him go, his expression grim.

"Leo... this is going to be a problem..."

"A problem?"

Leo walked back into the gym and picked up his training. "If he comes back, I'll kill him."

"But..."

"Marco."

Leo stopped and turned to face him. "I know what you're worried about. But remember this. I don't run from trouble."

"And..."

A cold gleam cut through his eyes. "If the Berlusconi family wants to come for me, I don't mind making them... disappear from Italy."

Marco felt a chill run through him.

He knew Leo meant every word.

This man had the power to back it up.

"Understood."

Marco took a slow breath. "I'll go tighten security on the ship."

"Go ahead."

Leo gave a short nod.

After Marco left.

Ivy sidled up to Leo with a playful smile. "Leo, you were so cool just now."

"Seriously."

Serafina pressed in from the other side. "That idiot had it coming."

"Enough."

Leo pushed them both away. "Stop fooling around. Get back to training."

"Yes~"

Both women answered sweetly.

But their eyes were still full of longing.

......

At the same time.

In a luxury cabin deep in the lower decks of the cruise ship.

Andre sat clutching his bruised throat, his face twisted with hatred.

"Damn him! Damn him!"

He hurled things around the room in a rage. "How dare he do this to me!"

His right-hand man stepped forward carefully. "Mr. Berlusconi, what do we do now?"

"What do we do?"

Andre let out a vicious laugh. "Get everyone. Round up every family member we have on this ship!"

"I want that dead man walking to know exactly what it means to cross the Berlusconi family!"

"Yes, sir!"

The man grabbed his phone immediately.

Andre sank back onto the sofa, his eyes filled with poison.

"Leo..."

"Tomorrow night, I'll have you on your knees begging me."

A cold, ugly smile spread across his face.