Chapter 79: Return

Miami, Waldorf Hotel.

Presidential suite on the top floor.

As night deepened, South Beach outside the window remained brilliantly lit, but dozens of floors up in the penthouse, it was so quiet you could only hear the white noise of the waves.

Leo had just finished showering, a white towel wrapped around his waist, his muscular upper body marked with several old scars.

He walked to the massive floor-to-ceiling window, lit a cigar, and gazed down with deep eyes at this city of sin he had just turned upside down.

Tomorrow, he would return to New York.

The game in Miami was set. Lone Wolf, his chess piece, would keep feeding him information about Nightfall's South American base.

Just then, soft, seductive footsteps sounded behind him.

"Reaper, standing by the window in the middle of the night—are you replaying tonight's killing in your head... or thinking about those women in New York?"

Leo didn't turn around, just slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

An intoxicating fragrance drifted from behind.

Serafina, barefoot on the soft wool carpet, silently pressed against Leo's broad back.

She had just bathed and changed into a wine-red silk slip nightgown.

The nightgown was barely there, just enough to cover her most tempting parts, with large areas of exposed skin glowing enticingly under the dim wall lamps.

Droplets of water still clung to her wine-red waves, sliding down her slender, swan-like neck and disappearing into those unfathomable depths.

She reached out, wrapping her arms around Leo's waist from behind, pressing her breathtaking softness tightly against his solid back.

"We're leaving tomorrow."

Serafina's cheek rested against Leo's shoulder, her voice husky and bone-deep seductive, her red lips breathing warmly near his ear. "Reaper, have you forgotten something?"

Leo's hand holding the cigar paused slightly. He turned around, looking down at the extremely seductive Serafina before him.

"What?" His tone was flat, but his eyes flashed with amusement.

"You're playing dumb."

Serafina raised those long, enchanting eyes, staring straight at him with a silky, seductive gaze.

She stepped forward, her body almost completely pressing into Leo's embrace, her slender fingers gently tracing circles over Leo's hard chest.

"At the underground fight club, you made a promise."

She stood on tiptoes, her full red lips almost touching Leo's, her voice bone-deep, seductive.

"After this operation ended, you'd spend one night with me."

"Now, isn't it time to honor your 'promise'?"

Leo looked at her stunning face, feeling the scorching softness in his arms.

He was never a saint.

Facing such a woman who actively threw herself at him, who had fought alongside him tonight—an absolute beauty—he had no reason to refuse.

"I never go back on my word."

A wicked smile curved Leo's lips.

He casually stubbed out the still-burning cigar in the nearby crystal ashtray.

The next second.

He reached out with his powerful arms, wrapped them around Serafina's slender waist, and swept her up horizontally.

"Ah..."

Serafina let out a soft cry, instinctively hooking her arms around Leo's neck, those long eyes instantly igniting with blazing fire and hazy desire.

Leo carried her, striding toward the soft, large bed.

"Tonight..."

Leo pressed her beneath him, his deep eyes surging with aggressively predatory light.

"I'll show you that Reaper doesn't just kill on the battlefield."

Serafina smiled seductively, actively tilting her head up, offering her red lips.

"Reaper, then let me see just how capable you really are..."

The night breeze stirred the white curtains.

On the wide double bed, two bodies instantly intertwined.

Heavy breathing, blush-inducing moans wove together into a wild and passionate symphony in the presidential suite.

This night.

Serafina finally understood.

Why couldn't so many outstanding women resist this man?

The next day, in the afternoon.

Long Island, New York, the private airfield of the Rosenberg Mansion.

The winter sun was bright, but the wind still carried bone-chilling cold.

On the tarmac, four stunning figures were eagerly waiting.

Chloe wore a cream-colored knit dress, her golden hair flowing in the cold wind.

Sophia was in a black trench coat, wearing stilettos, her posture elegant and noble.

Ivy wore a wine-red bodycon dress that showed off her explosive curves to the fullest.

She carried a clutch, a seductive smile playing on her lips.

Lily wore a black tracksuit, her golden ponytail bouncing with her anxious steps.

She stared eagerly at the plane's door, like a puppy waiting for its owner to come home.

The cabin door slowly opened.

The stairs descended.

Leo, in a black trench coat, hands in his pockets, strode out of the cabin.

The winter sunlight hit him, making his chiseled profile especially striking.

"Leo!"

Chloe couldn't hold back anymore.

She lifted her skirt and ran toward the stairs in her flats.

"Leo! You're finally back!"

She threw herself into Leo's arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

Burying her face in his chest, desperately inhaling his familiar scent.

"I missed you so much... so much..."

Her voice was choked with tears.

These past few days, she has had nightmares every night.

Dreaming that Leo had an accident in Miami and would never come back.

Leo reached out, gently patting her back.

"I'm back now, aren't I?"

"Yes..."

Chloe nodded hard, tears falling despite herself.

Just then.

Sophia walked over in her heels, elegant as ever.

"Chloe, don't cry."

She reached out, gently wiping the tears from Chloe's face.

"If Leo sees you like this, he'll feel bad."

Then she looked up at Leo.

Those azure eyes were full of longing and tenderness.

"Welcome home."

She said softly.

Leo reached out his other hand, pulling Sophia into his embrace, too.

"Sorry for worrying you all."

"Reaper, you're really popular."

Ivy walked over in her heels, smiling seductively.

She reached out, linking her arm with Leo's.

"What? No spot saved for me?"

She pressed her voluptuous body against Leo's arm, her eyes burning with heat.

Leo smiled helplessly.

"You..."

Just then.

"Leo..."

Lily stood not far away, calling out timidly.

She bit her lip, her eyes full of longing.

But she didn't dare rush over like Chloe.

She was afraid she wasn't worthy.

Leo released Chloe and Sophia, striding over to Lily.

"What's wrong?"

He reached out, gently ruffling her hair.

"You haven't been slacking on training, have you?"

"No..."

Lily shook her head hard, tears welling in her eyes.

"Leo, I've been training every day with the methods you taught me... I just... I just missed you so much..."

Leo chuckled softly, pulling her into his embrace, too.

"I'm back now, aren't I?"

The warmth on Leo's face gradually faded, his deep gaze turning toward the sky.

"Miami's business is settled."

"Next..."

Leo turned his head, looking at Sophia and Chloe, a cruel, cold smile curving his lips.

"It's time to settle accounts with those rats in New York."

"Elena, Malcolm..."

"Game over. Time to draw the net tight."