Ice Rink Club
The guy's eyes went wide, his breath coming in short gasps as he looked up at Blaze. "P-please, Mr. Baldwin," he stuttered, his voice breaking. "I-I didn't mean to—"
Blaze's face stayed still. He moved closer, the spotlight making sharp shadows on his face. "Didn't mean to what?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper, but it felt like a threat. "Cheat me? Steal from me?"
The man flinched and gripped the golf club tighter, like it might protect him. "I swear, it was a mistake," he begged, his voice cracking.
Blaze bent down a bit, getting eye level with the guy. His stare was intense, never wavering, as he spoke. "Mistakes have consequences." he said softly, his tone casual. "And I don't take kindly to people thinking they can outsmart me."
He straightened, gripping the golf club and looking at Arthur. "What do you think, Arthur? Should we show this guy what happens when someone tries to mess with me?"
Arthur's face stayed still. "They should be taught a proper consequences." he said, his voice flat.
"You heard that?" Blaze gave a small smirk and turned back to the guy. "Get up." he commanded, his voice sharp and commanding.
The guy struggled to his feet, his legs shaking as he held onto the club for support. Blaze stepped back and pointed at the ball on the grass. "Hit it." he said plainly.
The guy stared at the ball, then at Blaze, his face showing confusion and fear. "What—what do you mean?"
"Hit the ball!" Blaze repeated, his voice calm but firm.
The guy positioned himself, his hands trembling as he barely managed to hold the club. The room was quiet except for his heavy breathing and the soft rustle of fabric as he adjusted his stance.
Blaze stared at the guy with a calm intensity, his hands resting on the club he was holding. "Let's see how good your aim is." he said, his voice dripping with menace.
The room was so tense you could cut it with a knife. Blaze's guys stood there without a peep, their faces blank, waiting to see what their boss would do next.
The guy swung the golf club all wrong, his hands shaking like crazy. The ball rolled a few feet and stopped, way off the target. He froze, his eyes flicking to Blaze, who didn't move a muscle, that slight smirk on his face showing nothing.
"That was disappointing." Blaze said, his voice calm but sharp enough to slice through butter. He took a slow step forward, his shiny shoes glinting under the spotlight, and swung his own golf club lazily in one hand, the smooth arc cutting through the air. "You're not very good at this, are you?"
The man gulped hard, his throat feeling like sandpaper, as Blaze came to a stop just a foot away from him. "P-please, Mr. Baldwin." he stammered, his voice shaking. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble. It—it was a misunderstanding."
"A misunderstanding?" Blaze repeated, his voice dangerously calm. He looked down at the man, his dark eyes narrowing. "You took what was mine. You thought I wouldn't notice. You thought I wouldn't care."
The man's knees wobbled, but he managed to stay on his feet, gripping the golf club like it was his last hope. "I swear, I—I didn't mean to," he pleaded, his words spilling out fast. "It was just—just desperation, Mr. Baldwin. My family—"
Blaze held up a hand to shut him up. The room went quiet again, only the soft creak of leather breaking the silence as Blaze tightened his hold on the club. He turned his head slightly towards Arthur, who was standing silently a few steps behind him. "Arthur." Blaze said, his voice steady. "What do we do with people who steal from me?"
Arthur stepped forward, his expression unreadable. "We remind them of the cost, Boss." he said evenly.
Blaze nodded slowly, his gaze returning to the man. "You hear that?" he asked, tilting his head slightly. "The cost. Do you understand what that means?"
The man's face crumpled, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Please." he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'll do anything-anything to make it right."
Blaze sighed, a faint hint of mock sympathy in his tone. He stepped closer, leaning down slightly until his face was level with the man's. "You're already doing something." he said softly. "You're standing here, now you're about to pay the price."
The man whimpered, his grip on the club slipping as his hands shook uncontrollably. Blaze straightened, his demeanor calm but his presence suffocating. "Let me show you how it's done." he said, stepping toward the ball.
Blaze positioned himself effortlessly, his movements precise and controlled. With a smooth swing, he sent the ball soaring across the room, the sharp crack of the club meeting the ball echoing in the still air. It landed perfectly in the eye.
It landed perfectly into the Man's eye.
He got hit right in the eye. The blow was intense—sharp pain shooting through his head. He stumbled backward, one hand grabbing his face without thinking.
"Are you okay?" he heard someone say. Their voice didn't sound worried; it was more like they were just making small talk. He struggled to stay on his feet, squeezing his eye shut to fight the stabbing throb that pulsed with every heartbeat. Tears welled up, blurring his vision even more, adding to the dizziness. "I'm fine," he told Blaze finally.
Over on the other side of the arena, the shot was dead-on.
Blaze turned back to the guy, a slight smile creeping back onto his face. "See? It's all about control." he said, his voice casual but with a hint of menace. "If you had any, you wouldn't be in this mess."
He got the second ball in front of him, set himself up, and swung again. But it hit him right on the knees perfectly.
The guy fell to his knees and yelled in pain. He was already beaten up by Blaze's men, covered in blood, and now fresh blood was pouring out.
"How dare you do that?" Blaze asked, his voice calm but terrifying.
Blaze swung again and hit the guy right in the chest. The guy screamed from the sharp pain, clutching his chest. "P-please," he managed to say, barely able to speak. The ball had hit his heart, a really dangerous spot.
"Louder!"
He swung the ball again towards the guy, and it smacked him in the other eye, making him cry even more desperately for his life.
The guy realized he wasn't getting out of this alive.
"LOUDER!"
Blaze didn't stop.
He wasn't letting him go.
After half an hour of hitting him with the ball, Blaze walked up to the an who was now lying lifeless on the ground.
"Now, you know how to play?" Blaze asked, standing over him with the club still in his hand.
Blaze was still furious. He wasn't happy with what he'd done so far.
He wasn't happy at all.
He started beating the guy with the club, one hit after another, then several more hits on the already dead man.
Blood was pouring out of his body, mixing with the ice.
The ice that was once white was now completely red.
The body wasn't even recognizable anymore; it was smashed into tiny pieces as he kept hitting it with the club.
Blaze felt good about what he was doing with his body. It gave him a sense of satisfaction. Watching the man slowly disappear with his eyes was one of the things he enjoyed. Feeling the blood on himself was exactly how he liked it. It made him feel good all over.
Blaze handed his club to one of his men and his expression hardened. He watched the guy for a moment longer before turning away slowly. "Clean this up." he told his men without looking back, his voice leaving no room for argument.
As they left the arena, Arthur followed Blaze. The tension eased a bit as the glass doors swung shut behind them. Outside, the night was calm and the cool air felt like a sharp contrast to the heat of what just happened.
"This is the access card." Arthur said quietly, breaking the silence. He then handed the card to Blaze.
Blaze tossed his gloves down somewhere.
Arthur glanced at his boss's face, and it looked just as creepy.
Whoever came to Earth to take people to hell must have been something.
The sight of his boss's bloody face was the scariest thing he'd ever seen.
Blaze slid into the driver's seat, the leather creaked softly under him. As the car pulled away from the club, the tightness in his jaw eased up a bit, but his thoughts were still sharp. He was still covered in blood.
The city lights blurred past them as Blaze drove through the quiet streets. His mind wandered to Savannah, fast asleep at home. Her calm presence was a stark contrast to the storm inside him.
She was his anchor, the one person who reminded him that life was about more than just power and control. But tonight, he had shown someone else who was in charge—a harsh reality in a world where showing weakness wasn't an option.
Sometime Later
Baldwin's Mansion
The sleek black car came to a stop at the gates of Blaze's mansion. The place looked huge even in the dim moonlight. The long driveway was lined with neatly trimmed hedges, shaped perfectly—just like Blaze likes it. The mansion itself stood tall, like a fortress, with its lights shining bright against the dark sky.
Blaze got out of the car, fresh from a shower and dressed in a sharp suit. He still had that strong presence about him, his hair a bit wet but combed neatly. Arthur followed him, looking calm as usual, but you could see he was tired from the night's events.
As they walked up, the front doors opened automatically, and the guards nodded at them without saying a word. Inside, the place was brightly lit, even though it was so late. Everything inside was fancy—shiny marble floors, fancy chandeliers, and art that screamed wealth and style.
Elijah, came over quickly. His footsteps made soft sounds as he walked. He leaned in to whisper something in Blaze's ear, his voice low and calm. Blaze didn't show much on his face while he listened, but his eyes flickered with some emotion that Arthur couldn't quite figure out.
Right then, Savannah showed up from the other end of the hall. Her light steps caught their attention.
She wore a simple but fancy nightgown, the fabric moving smoothly around her. Her hair was a bit messy from sleeping, and she looked a little drowsy.
"Blaze?" she said, her voice soft and confused. She stopped when she saw him standing by the doorway, all dressed up in his suit. He looked sharp compared to her sleepy state.
Blaze turned when he heard her voice, and his face softened—something only people who really know him would notice.
Savannah's eyebrows pulled together a little as she walked closer, her bare feet silent on the shiny floor.
"Where were you?" she asked, tilting her head. "I woke up to get some water and saw you weren't in the room or anywhere else."
Blaze closed the gap between them in a few quick steps, a small smile appearing on his face—one that he only shows her. He reached out and gently cupped her face with his hands, his thumb brushing her cheek.
"Why are you awake?" he asked softly, his voice much gentler than it had been earlier.
"I was thirsty." Savannah replied, looking into his face.
Blaze nodded, his thumb still stroking her cheek. "You should've stayed in bed, Ana." he said, sounding worried.
"Why don't you answer my question?" Savannah asked again, her voice gentle but firm.
Arthur and Elijah, standing by the door, gave each other a quick look. Their boss didn't like being questioned, and he almost never let it happen.
The mix of worry and curiosity made them uneasy, but they stayed put, watching the scene unfold.
Blaze took a soft breath, keeping his eyes on Savannah. "I had some business to take care of." he replied, his voice steady.
Savannah frowned, clearly confused. "This late?" she asked, her voice showing she didn't believe him.
Blaze's lips curled into a slight smile. "I run a business, Honey. Things can happen anytime." he said, his voice calm but strong.
Her eyes softened, though she was still confused. She knew he was a powerful guy who always had to deal with big stuff, but something about him being gone late at night just didn't feel quite right.
Blaze saw the worry in her eyes. He changed again, getting even softer as he leaned down and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Let's get you back to bed, Ana." he said, his voice warm and comforting.
Before she could say anything, Blaze bent down and picked her up effortlessly, holding her like a baby. Savannah gasped softly and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Blaze." she started, sounding both surprised and embarrassed.
"Shh." he said, his voice playful but caring. "You're tired, and I'm taking care of you. That's all you need to know."
Arthur and Elijah, still by the entrance, let out quiet sighs of relief. They were ready to jump in if things got worse, but their boss handled it smoothly.
Seeing Blaze like this, so soft and open, was strange. The guy who scares and commands respect with just a look was now holding a woman in his arms, his every move full of care and tenderness. They hardly ever saw this side of him.
Blaze carried Savannah upstairs, her head on his shoulder. As he went up, his guys quietly went back to their spots, and the mansion went back to its usual calm. In their room, Blaze gently put Savannah to bed, tucking her in with a care that seemed totally different for someone like him.
She looked up at him, her eyes sleepy but her heart full. "You're too good to me." she murmured with a small smile.
Blaze sat on the edge of the bed, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You make it easy." he said simply, his voice soft and sincere.
As Savannah drifted back to sleep, Blaze sat quietly for a moment, watching her peaceful face. In a world filled with chaos and cruelty, she was his safe place—a rare bit of kindness in a life surrounded by unyielding hardness.
Author's Note :
Enjoy y'all<3
Bonus scene tomorrow;)
Have a good day/night <3<3