​The trapped heat inside room number three seemed to accelerate everything. Their sanity evaporated instantly. Moral defenses melted, replaced by basic human instincts.​Barra's kiss grew deeper and demanding. His tongue explored Clarissa's mouth without giving her a pause to breathe.​Clarissa responded to his dominance with equal wildness. The former mafia secretary returned Barra's kiss aggressively.​Barra's hands moved tactically. He gently pushed Clarissa's shoulders back until her back touched the wall, which was still wet with white paint.​Barra did not care about the paint stains at all. His muscular body pressed tightly against Clarissa's voluminous figure, locking her movements among the scattered paint cans and rollers.​Barra's hand slipped under Clarissa's black t-shirt. His rough fingers delivered an intoxicating touch directly to her smooth skin.​Clarissa tilted her head up. Her slender neck was perfectly exposed.​"Ehm, Brother Barra," Clarissa moaned in restraint.

​Kania's pale face invited no sympathy from the landlord that night.Barra Sterling stared at the oriental woman with an extremely flat gaze. The muscular man simply raised his right hand, pointing straight at a dull palm broom in the corner of the living room."Clean the remaining putty dust on this floor until nothing is left," Barra ordered with an absolute voice. "That is your main condition for sleeping under the roof of my property."Kania swallowed hard. Her sparkling eyes blinked slightly, holding back her shock at the treatment.The elite assassin, accustomed to operating with luxurious facilities, was forced to swallow her pride completely. She had no other choice but to maintain her disguise.The woman walked unsteadily, then slowly picked up the wooden broom handle.Her fingers trembled slightly as she began swinging the rough bristles against the cement floor. The loss of her suitcase containing her main weapons earlier had completely ruined her mental focus.Barra paid a

​Kania's heart nearly stopped in her chest.​Her oriental eyes widened, seeing her poisoned blade twirled in the air. She trembled, holding her breath, waiting for the landlord's physical interrogation as he completely controlled the situation.​However, Barra did not ask about the assassin's true identity. The muscular man instead approached Kania very slowly.​He stopped twirling the knife and folded the blade with a loud metallic click.​"This property strictly forbids bringing in illegal weapons," Barra stated flatly. "I am confiscating this for the safety of all residents."​Kania could only bow her head deeply, staring at the cement floor. Her sweet face flushed with shame and terror, destroying her professional logic.​The elite assassin realized her life was now truly in her target's hands, leaving no room for defense.​Clarissa, leaning at the end of the hallway, narrowed her eyes. The former mafia secretary's instinct easily recognized the knife handle's aerodynamic curves.

​Barra Sterling's jaw muscles clenched instantly as his eyes read the emergency warning about the tracking chip inside Kania's molar.​The dominant man stepped quickly down the remaining stairs. He immediately approached the assassin who had just arrived at the bottom floor of the underground facility.​Barra acted swiftly, firmly gripping the oversized black t-shirt-clad woman's lower jaw with one muscular hand.​"Open your mouth wide right now," Barra ordered in a low voice, forcefully pressing his thumb into the corner of Kania's cheek.​"W-what are you going to do to me?!" Kania panicked, trying to pull her face back from the grip.​The oriental woman gasped in shock as her mouth was forced wide open under the facility's dim light.​Barra's index finger slipped into her mouth. He pressed hard on the surface of Kania's back molar, ignoring the woman's groans of pain.​"Argh! Let go of your finger!" Kania groaned with a muffled voice, her hands fruitlessly hitting Barra's muscular a

​The red laser dot glowed statically, locking onto Valerie's forehead in a deadly silence.​Barra's predator instinct reacted dozens of times faster than the distant sniper's trigger pull.​The dominant man darted through the air, lunging forward onto the teak bed in one savage movement.​He dropped his large body, pinning the Sinclair heir's body to press flat against the mattress surface.​Bang!​A high-caliber live bullet pierced the pillow Valerie had just leaned on, blasting cotton fragments into the air exactly a second after Barra pinned her.​Shattered window glass scattered heavily across the room due to the bullet's shockwave.​Barra had swiftly pulled the edge of the woman's thick blanket with his left hand. He covered both their heads, turning the layered blanket into a shield from the deadly glass shards raining down on the bed.​Their positions were now locked at zero millimeters apart under the darkness of the thick blanket.​Barra's hot, broad chest rubbed directly aga