Graveyard
Savannah has always had this instinct for sniffing out deception-a bit like a bloodhound, only less drooly and more discerning. It's not that she think everyone around her is plotting an elaborate ruse, it's more that she have learned to approach every story with a grain of salt and a raised eyebrow.
When someone tells her something that seems too good to be true, or even just a little off, her first reaction is a cautious pause. This was about her child who was a victim of all theses things, that innocent soul, who she doesn't even remember how he looked the last time. She start analyzing the details, looking for cracks in the facade. She'll ask everything that can make this whole thing a lie beleiving that her child is still alive somewhere here and them, those people are lying to her.
Even with close friends, she can't help but be a bit skeptical when things got overly convenient. It's not about doubting their integrity, but about keeping her eyes open. She've learned that the world doesn't always work the way it's presented, and sometimes a little skepticism helps her navigate through the layers of truth and Lie.
So, while she may come across as guarded or cautious, it's just her way of staying grounded. she believe in giving people the benefit of the doubt, but she also believe in trusting her instincts. It's a balance between openness and vigilance, and it's how she keep herself from getting too easily swept up in the stories people spin.
In a soft chuckle, Blaze glanced at the ground beneath his shoes before returning to Savannah, who had her eyes already fixed on Blaze with a sullen expression. "Do you still don't believe" he asked her back rather than answering her, Savannah simply stared at him without saying anything, but she said a lot just by looking at him.
"Someone broke into the mansion, Blaze turned his gaze to Savannah's wounded leg, wrapped in sterile gauze. "He broke into your room to be more precise." he continued. "He had some ill intentions.....they tried to harm you, which unfortunately led to this in... my presence." He looked at her wound as he told her what had happened, his eyes became filled with regret and he vowed to prevent this from happening again.
She gives him a look that says she's not entirely buying it. Blaze can almost hear the unspoken question: "Are you sure you're not just telling me what you think I need to hear?" Blaze take a deep breath, knowing he have to address her doubt. "I know this sounds overwhelming, and it's hard to process everything at once," he say, looking at her gently. "I understand why you might be skeptical. But I swear to you, this is what happened. The doctors and nurses can confirm everything I'm telling you." Her eyes flicker with a mix of doubt and vulnerability, and Blaze can see the struggle in her expression. He is not sure if she's trying to reconcile the reality of her injuries with her sense of what's true or if she's just struggling to trust him right now.
"Alright, let's confirm it then" she added "Because this looks like a kindergarten story writing, that you forgot update" she was about to get up from her seat when "It was Oliver" Blaze took this name and Savannah knitted her brows in confusion "Oliver broke into the house because he thought you're the reason why Theo was dead" he told her the rest of the truth about what happened a few days ago. he continued -
Flashback
Baldwin's Mansion
In the underworld, where power and control are paramount, there's an unspoken rule: never let your guard down, no matter the circumstances. Blaze had broken that rule, not by choice, but by necessity. Savannah was in a coma, and he had to be by her side. The only time he ever left her room was to handle the necessary business that kept their lives afloat.
The mansion was supposed to be his sanctuary, a fortress where he could keep the chaos of the outside world at bay. But that night, it felt like the walls were closing in on him, suffocating under the weight of what had happened. She lay unconscious in one of the guest rooms, and every part of him was on high alert, trying to balance the worlds of personal loyalty and ruthless business.
The disturbance began as a faint, unsettling noise-a whisper of movement that cut through the usual hum of the mansion's security system. Blaze's senses, always sharpened by years of navigating the treacherous underworld, were immediately on edge. He'd been running on a razor's edge since she fell into a coma, juggling the grim realities of my empire with the fragile hope of her recovery.
He moved through the mansion with a practiced silence, every step measured, every breath controlled. His instincts told him something was wrong, and he followed that uneasy feeling as he navigated the grand corridors, their opulence now feeling more like a trap than a haven.
The door was slightly ajar, a sight that set off a surge of fear and anger. He pushed it open slowly, his senses on high alert. The room was in disarray-drawers yanked out, papers scattered, and a sense of violation that cut deeper than any physical damage. The scene was chilling.
And then he saw them. Two masked intruders, their faces hidden but their intentions clear, were moving dangerously close to her. One of them held a knife, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light. The other was brandishing a gun, his eyes darting nervously between Blaze and Savannnah. The intent was unmistakable they were not here just to steal, they were prepared to harm.
The sight ignited a fury within Blaze, a raw, primal rage that drove every action. He drew his weapon with practiced efficiency, his movements a blur of precision and purpose. The confrontation that followed was brutal and swift. His mind was a focused whirlwind of strategy and instinct, every move calculated to neutralize the immediate threat.
The room became a battleground-furniture was overturned, the sound of scuffling and struggle filled the air, and the once-quiet space was now a cacophony of violence. He engaged the intruders with a relentless determination, driven by the need to protect her at all costs. Each movement was a blend of controlled aggression and lethal efficiency.
With a spin movement Blaze slit off one of the intrudrs head which swiftly landed on the ground leaving its body and other one became nervous and scared and tried to runaway but Blaze got him by the throat pinned him at the wall his face full of anger and pull out his mask and he became even redder seeing the person who had tried to harm his woman, "FUCKER!" he attacked him with several non countable slamming of his gun on his head which left him bleeding uncontrollably with a whole on his head and soon he became unconcious and lay on the ground lifeless.
Once the intruders were subdued, he turned his attention back to her. The sight of her-so vulnerable and unaware amidst the chaos-was a stark reminder of what was truly at stake. He checked to ensure she was unharmed, his hands trembling slightly despite the controlled exterior he maintained.
The bleeding foot caught his attention- yeah, she was bleeding despite the efforts to keep her safe, but they didn't work. She was injured on her foot with the knife that slit her legs vertically from top to bottom. For now, he wrapped the piece of clothing around her foot to stop the bleeding.
He called for the security team and the authorities, his voice steady but his mind still racing with the aftermath of the attack. They arrived quickly, their presence a necessary but inadequate comfort. As they began their investigation, he stayed by her side, unable to shake the protective anger that aripped him. No one touches what's His-no one.
Whoever had done this would pay the price. The search for answers would be relentless, and retribution would be swift. In the end, they would learn that crossing him-and touching what he hold dear-was a mistake they would never make again.
Present Time
Back to the graveyard
The weight of his story is palpable, each word heavy with the burden of truth. Savannah can see the anguish in his eyes, the way he struggles to keep his voice steady as he begins to speak. His presence, usually so strong and commanding, now seems subdued, as if the gravity of what he is about to reveal is almost too much to bear.
Seeing her unwrapping her wounds, blaze worriedly questioned her, "What are you doing, Savannah?" She didn't respond, just continued unwrapping them as to find out if what people were saying was true or fabricated. "Savannah, stop right there" he said, but she ignored him and continued her work.
She finally got the chance to see her foot, which left her speechless. She didn't know what to do because her foot really had knife marks going vertically and stitches, as Blaze had said, She held her foot idly for a moment, just staring at it idly.
In response to that, Blaze kneeled in front of her and took her foot in his own hands, asking, "What is wrong with you?" as he wrapped up her fresh wounds. "This is...how-" she was out of words due to confusion, and everything she was trying to refuse was true. Is this really the truth, everything had been right from the beginning?
Before Savannnah can fully grasp what's happening, he kneels in front of me, his arms outstretched. Without a word, he lifts her into his arms, cradling her in a bridal hold. What are you doing?" Savannah questioned him, Blaze did not say anything and kept walking, ignoring her just as she did before. "What are you doing, put me down!" Savannah tried to break away, struggling. "Taking you to the hospital, you need to be checked on, stay still for a few minutes, then you can hit me as much as you like" Savannah stopped struggling by his soft voice.
She can't help but marvel at the surreal nature of this situation. Here she was, grieving the loss of her son, and yet, this man-who she barely know-has taken it upon himself to offer comfort in such an intimate, unexpected way. The gesture is both jarring and profoundly soothing. There's a part of her that's overwhelmed by the strangeness of it all, but another part is deeply moved by the compassion he's showing. The soft rustle of the leaves and the distant murmur of the wind seem to fade as she focus on the steadiness of his heartbeat, which she can feel through the fabric of his clothes. His breathing is calm, measured, and it helps to steady her own racing heart. She allow herself to be carried, both physically and emotionally, by this unexpected act of kindness.
The air is filled with a quiet respect, an unspoken acknowledgment of the pain that brought them here. His presence is a gentle reminder that even in the depths of grief, there can be moments of unexpected solace and human connection.
Savannah turned her head slightly, looking up at him. His face is soft, his eyes reflecting a depth of understanding that speaks volumes despite the lack of words. In this intimate moment, she felt a flicker of something she haven't allowed herself to feel in a long time-hope. Hope that even in the midst of profound loss, there is still kindness and connection to be found.
The surreal nature of being held in his arms amidst the gravestones is not lost on her. It feels like a bridge between the profound sorrow of losing her son and the potential for healing through unexpected sources. As he continues to carry her, she surrender to the comfort of his presence, allowing it to ease the sharp edges of her grief, if only for a short while.
The motion is so fluid, so natural, that it feels as though he's been holding her this way for much longer than just moments. The action is tender, yet it carries a profound strength that reassures her, grounding her in a way she hadn't expected. Her initial surprise gives way to a wave of emotion. She was enveloped in his warmth, the gentle press of his body against her offering a stark contrast to the coldness of the graveyard. Her head rests against his shoulder, and she close her eyes, letting the world around her blur into the background. The grief is still there, but for a moment, it's softened by his unexpected embrace.
In this strange, beautiful moment, she find a small measure of peace. And as they move forward, she was reminded that even in the darkest times, there are glimmers of light and warmth that can offer solace and hope.
Author's Note :
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