Baldwin's Mansion
The dim light of the study lamp barely lit up the room as Blaze sat at his desk, fingers pressed against his temple, trying to ease the pounding headache that wouldn't go away. His mind was a mess, full of bad thoughts.
Savannah was still out there, trapped in the clutches of a ghost who just wouldn't show himself. The captor had played him like a twisted game of cat and mouse that had led him around in circles while they hit him where it hurt the most. He'd spent sleepless nights chasing shadows, only to figure out too late that they were after his stuff all along.
The warehouse.
A deep, burning anger rose inside him when he thought about the call from his men. The place had been torn apart, turned inside out like a message written in destruction. He had been too busy looking for Savannah, and during that moment of weakness, they had struck. They had won this round.
But that didn't mean he had lost the war.
A sharp knock on the door cut through his thoughts. Blaze lifted his head, eyes dark with exhaustion but sharp as ever. The door swung open, and Arthur, his most trusted man, rushed in.
"Boss," he said, his voice full of urgency.
Blaze sat up straight, his body tense. "Talk."
Arthur took a deep breath before speaking. "The warehouse... we know why it was hit."
Blaze's jaw clenched. He was done playing games. "Who?"
Arthur's expression darkened. "It was Moore."
The name sent a wave of fury through Blaze's vein. He clenched his fist so hard, his knuckles went white. Moore. That bastard had dared to use his name in this business, to twist it for his own advantage while wrecking everything in his path.
The room went quiet, except for the sound of Blaze's measured breathing-calm, but deadly.
"He dared to mess with me?" Blaze's voice was low, but the storm brewing inside was clear.
Arthur gave a slow nod. "And I doubt this is the last of it."
Blaze exhaled, his pulse thrumming with the need for retribution. The game had changed. Rodriguez had played his hand, thinking he had him into a corner.
Rodriguez was dead wrong.
Because now? He is going to turn everything upside down.
Moore's House
The night was deathly still as Blaze arrived at Moore's lavish yet gaudy estate, a far cry from the chaos left behind at the red location. The sprawling mansion was quiet, its opulence now a cage for the coward hiding within.
Blaze walked in with an air of deadly intent. His footsteps echoed on the marble floors, and his men stood behind him, silent. They'd seen Blaze angry before—fuming and ruthless—but tonight, he was something else. The rage coming off him was so thick you could almost touch it, a clear sign of the violence to come.
Moore was yanked into the big foyer by one of Blaze's guys. His face was pale, and his whole body was shaking. He'd dealt with Blaze before, but this time, the guy was calm
in a way that made every breath feel like his last.
Blaze closed the distance in an instant, grabbed Moore by the collar, and shoving him hard against the nearest wall with a force that knocked a gasp from his chest. His eyes went wide when Blaze's face got right up close to his, the cold fire in his gaze freezing him in place.
"Where's he hiding?" Blaze snarled, his voice low and lethal.
Moore stammered, his lips moving but no words coming out as Blaze's grip tighten. His face reddened and he could barely catch his breath.
"Tell me," Blaze repeated, his voice a sneer, each word dripping with venom.
"I-I don't know!" Moore choked out, his voice barely audible.
Blaze jaw clenched, his anger barely restrained. He yanked Moore towards him, then shoved him hard against the wall, making a decorative mirror rattle. The echo bounced around the big room, and the tension grew thicker than heavy smoke.
"You expect me to believe that?" Blaze growled. His hand slipped into his jacket and when he pulled it out, a cold and metallic, object was pressed against Moore's forehead.
The sound of the gun clicking into place echoed loudly.
"You tell me, now," Blaze said, his voice deadly quiet, "or I won't be backing down. No more chances, Moore."
Moore's eyes welled up with tears, and he started breathing fast and shaky. He stammered, "I—I swear! I don't know! He didn't tell anything to me—I swear to God! But I do know he had planned this for months, though he kept all the details to himself. Please, Mr. Baldwin, I'm telling the truth!"
Blaze stared at him, his face giving nothing away but looking freakishly calm. His finger hovered over the trigger, the silence stretching into eternity. Moore whimpered, his voice breaking as he repeated, "I swear, I don't know!"
For a moment, time seemed to stop. Blaze's eyes bore onto Moore's, weighing his word, looking for even a hint of a lie. Finally, Blaze stepped back, keeping the gun aimed at Moore.
But instead of talking, Blaze acted.
With a swift, brutal motion, he struck Moore right on the temple with the butt of the gun, sending him crumpling to the floor. Blood trickled from Moore's temple as he laid lifeless on the floor, whole body resting up.
Blaze loomed over him, his voice low but resonant. "Lie or not. You won't be given second chance. Do you hear me?"
Blaze then turned to his men, his voice cold and commanding. "Lock this place down. If Rodriguez left any trace, I want them found."
As his men split up to search the mansion, Blaze headed out, his mind already racing. Savannah was in Rodriguez's hands, and Blaze knew one thing: he wasn't going to stop until he brought her back and destroyed anyone who stood in his way.
Author's Note:
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