Chapter 142: Tenderness and Killing Intent

Vienna, Austria

In the opulent presidential suite on the hotel's top floor, the climate control system maintained the perfect temperature.

Leo lounged against the expansive sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, draped in a black silk robe. He swirled a glass of amber whiskey in his hand, his dark eyes cold as they surveyed the ancient city shrouded in nightfall.

The suite door swung open as Olivia strode in briskly.

She clutched a freshly decrypted classified intercept file, and even her usually ice-cold expression couldn't hide a flicker of deep respect.

"Boss, just as you predicted."

Olivia stopped before Leo and reported with deference. "After Sawyer and Wayne fled back, their extreme fear caused them to panic. Our satellites positioned over Europe successfully intercepted an encrypted signal transmitted from the Valois Manor in Paris, France, to Northern Europe."

"The Valois family, hiding behind the scenes, finally couldn't sit still. They're requesting the highest level of full reinforcements from the Nightfall organization."

Before Leo could respond to Olivia's report, the three deadly beauties standing nearby couldn't suppress their delighted laughter.

"I knew it. Reaper saw this coming a mile away."

Ivy raised her wine glass, her azure eyes sparkling with unconcealed admiration and infatuation. "Deliberately letting those two escape was like putting a noose around these self-important plutocrats' necks. The more they struggle, the more they'll reveal the cards they've been hiding."

"Ha! These so-called European nobility are complete idiots compared to Leo." Serafina lazily swept back her wine-red waves, gazing at Leo with unmistakable devotion.

Though Charlotte spoke less, her striking emerald eyes gleamed with equal pride. "Drawing the snake from its hole. Now it's time to eliminate the threat completely."

Leo drained his whiskey in one gulp and set the glass on the table. A brutal, icy glint ignited in his dark eyes.

"Where's Nightfall's headquarters?"

Olivia immediately opened the compact tactical tablet in her hand and pulled up a map. "Boss, the signal's final destination is Norway. Deep within an ice-covered mountain range at the edge of the Arctic Circle."

"That area is perpetually shrouded by aurora borealis and blizzards, making radar detection nearly impossible. It's the absolute stronghold Nightfall has been operating for decades."

"Norway? The Arctic Circle?"

A cold, cruel smile curved Leo's lips. "No wonder we couldn't find where these rats were hiding before. They burrowed deep."

He stood, radiating a suffocating aura of dominance, and issued his orders in a commanding tone:

"Don't go straight for their nest. Since those rats received the distress call, they'll definitely mobilize in full force."

"Olivia, use every intelligence network at our disposal. Find out immediately what route they'll take from Norway to Central Europe!"

"This time, I don't want a direct confrontation. I want to set up the most lethal ambush in advance! I'm going to prepare a death gift for this so-called 'Mourner'—one he'll never forget!"

"Yes, Boss!"

Olivia snapped to attention in a crisp salute. Without another word, she turned and marched out of the presidential suite with military precision, thoughtfully closing the heavy double doors firmly behind her.

Click. The door locked.

With Olivia's departure, the suite's atmosphere—previously charged with ruthless killing intent—underwent a subtle transformation.

Beneath the warm amber wall sconces, the air began to thicken with an intensely potent, pulse-quickening hormonal tension.

The moment Leo turned around.

A wine-red figure wrapped around him like a serpent.

Ivy wore a gossamer-thin crimson silk slip dress, her long legs straddling Leo's thigh.

"Leo..."

Ivy's red lips pressed shamelessly against Leo's neck.

Her hands roamed restlessly across his solid chest, her voice sultry. "When I was fighting that silver-haired monster in the snow earlier, his sword cut me... It hurts so much... I desperately need you to help me 'heal' properly, need you to comfort me thoroughly..."

Seeing Ivy make the first move, Serafina wouldn't have it.

She padded over barefoot with a seductive gait.

Her black semi-transparent lace robe outlined her breathtaking hourglass curves to devastating effect.

"Using a minor scratch as an excuse to compete for favor?"

Serafina wrapped her slender arms around Leo's waist from behind.

Her stunning fullness pressed firmly against Leo's broad back as she breathed temptingly in his ear. "When it comes to pleasing a man, she's nowhere near as skilled as I am. Leo, tonight... I want to be first."

"I don't care about the order."

Charlotte, draped in emerald-green gossamer, also glided over gracefully. Her coldly stunning face was now flushed with hazy desire.

She knelt obediently beside Leo's leg, pressing her cheek against his knee. Her emerald eyes radiated complete submission and devotion. "As long as I can be possessed by you, as long as I can stay by your side, I'm willing to be last, to be at your disposal."

Three deadly female assassins who struck terror throughout the European underworld.

Yet before this man, they completely shed all coldness and killing intent, transforming into three women ripe for the taking, jealously vying for his attention.

Feeling three distinctly different yet equally enticing bodies rubbing against him continuously.

The depths of Leo's eyes gradually became consumed by an intensely wild, dark fire.

A wickedly dominant smirk curved his lips as his rough hand suddenly gripped Ivy's slender waist while his other arm swept Serafina and Charlotte close.

"Since you're all so eager..."

Leo's voice dropped to a husky growl, carrying an irresistible absolute control. "Then tonight, none of you are escaping."

Before the words finished, Leo's arms flexed powerfully!

Accompanied by three seductive gasps, he lifted all three tempting bodies simultaneously and strode toward the enormous ten-foot-wide circular waterbed.

"Let me see if you're as tough in bed as you are when you're killing."

Leo resembled a lion whose primal nature had been fully awakened, unceremoniously tossing the three women onto the plush bedding.

Wine-red silk slipped away. Black lace was torn roughly. Emerald-green gossamer scattered like clouds across the floor.

Outside the window lay Vienna's frigid winter night, yet inside the suite's bedroom, the temperature climbed rapidly.

Leo demonstrated the terrifying stamina that brought his enemies to despair—only this time, his battlefield had shifted to the bed.

"Leo... be gentle..."

Serafina, who'd been clamoring to go first, was the first to surrender.

Her proud body trembled violently under Leo's relentless onslaught, tears of pleasure streaming from the corners of her eyes. Her voice fragmented into soft whimpers. "I can't... I really can't take it... Please spare me..."

"Weren't you pretty capable just now?"

Leo chuckled wickedly before shifting his focus to the fiery rose.

Ivy had hoped to last longer by relying on her assassin's flexibility, but before Leo's absolutely dominating power...

Her vaunted stamina melted away like snow.

"Ah... this is too much... Reaper, have mercy..." Ivy clutched the disheveled sheets desperately, knuckles white, pleading in broken cries.

Charlotte, with the strongest endurance, held out until the end while biting her red lips.

But under Leo's seemingly tireless, ruthless assault, even this cool beauty ultimately surrendered completely, releasing high-pitched screams that made hearts race.

"Master... please... spare me..."

The bed's rhythmic creaking, accompanied by sounds that made faces flush and hearts pound, echoed through Vienna's night for what seemed like ages.

Not until the early morning hours did this wild and intense 'campaign' finally conclude.

On the expansive waterbed, the three deadly assassins who'd been competing for attention earlier now lay like three exhausted kittens, their bodies covered in intimate marks, collapsed limply in Leo's embrace and at his sides.

Leo reclined against the headboard, his solid chest still glistening with fine beads of sweat.

He casually lit an after-hours cigar, took a deep drag, then looked down at the three panting women in his arms with a smile full of conquest.

"Begging for mercy already?"

Leo exhaled a stream of smoke, his hand dominantly patting Serafina's smooth back. "The real fun is just beginning."

That night, Vienna's moonlight was exceptionally tender.

Not until dawn broke did the bedroom finally fall silent.