Chapter 125 - Wrong Move

Blaze leaned against his car, hands in his pockets, feeling the cool evening air around him as he waited outside the hospital. The lights from the glass gate lit up the busy exit, but his eyes were fixed on one person—Savannah. She finally came out, walking with Bella, her best friend.

A small smile played on Blaze's lips as he watched Savannah chat away, her eyes bright with the kind of ease that comes from real trust and friendship.

He stayed put, giving her some space, quietly watching. Suddenly, Bella's phone rang, cutting into their talk. Blaze saw her answer it, her face softening. After a quick chat, Bella gave Savannah a hug and waved goodbye, then headed off into the night. Savannah stuck around for a bit, watching Bella leave. Then she spotted him and walked over.

Her face lit up when she saw him, and she started walking over with a big smile. As she got closer, she picked up the pace and hugged him tight, burying her face in his chest.

"I'm beat," she whispered, sounding exhausted.

Blaze wrapped his arms around her, rubbing her back gently. "Let's get you home, Honey." he said softly, like a promise.

On the way back, they were mostly quiet but close. Savannah leaned her head against the car window, holding Blaze's hand as the city lights flashed by.

When they got home, Blaze led her inside, his hand on her lower back. The place felt warm and welcoming, and Savannah sighed as they stepped in.

In the bedroom, Blaze had her sit on the bed. "Stay right there," he said, then went into the bathroom and came back with a towel and some oil.

"What are you up to?" Savannah asked, her curiosity piqued as she watched him.

Blaze didn't reply immediately. Instead, he pulled a chair in front of her and gestured for her to turn around. "You've had a long day," he finally said, his tone firm yet caring. "Let me take care of you."

Savannah smiled but complied, letting her hair fall loose as she turned. Blaze's fingers worked expertly, his touch firm yet gentle as he massaged her scalp. The tension she didn't even realize she was holding began to melt away under his skilled hands.

"You've been overworking yourself," he murmured as his fingers moved to the nape of her neck, kneading the stiffness he noticed earlier. "I don't want you ignoring this again."

Savannah sighed, her body relaxing under his care. "I'm fine, really," she said, though her voice was softer now, almost dreamy.

Blaze chuckled softly, his hands moving to her shoulders, working out the knots there. "You don't have to pretend with me, Ana," he said. "I'll always see through you."

Savannah closed her eyes, savoring the moment. "You're spoiling me," she whispered with a little smile.

"You deserve it, Ana." Blaze replied right away.

After the massage, Savannah turned to look at him, her eyes full of gratitude and love. "Thank you," she said softly, holding his face in her hands.

Blaze leaned into her touch, looking right into her eyes. "Anything for you," he said, his voice soft but sincere.

Savannah kissed him then, a gentle, lingering kiss that showed how much she appreciated him. "You always know what I need," she said when they stopped.

Blaze smiled, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I pay attention, Mrs. Baldwin," he joked.

She laughed, a bright, cheerful sound, and they got into bed, holding hands as they fell asleep, comforted by each other's warmth.

Herbert Medical And Technology

The next day, Blaze sat in his fancy office. The morning sun streamed through the huge windows, lighting up the dark wood and leather furniture that gave off a sense of power and control. Things felt peaceful, but there was also a heavy undercurrent of decisions only he could make.

Arthur stood in front of his desk, holding a tablet with a professional and loyal look that Blaze had always appreciated. His secretary had just wrapped up updating him on the company's above-board stuff and smoothly moved on to the more shady stuff.

"We got a request for a shipment," Arthur started, keeping his voice steady. "It's a pretty big one. And it's urgent."

Blaze leaned back in his chair, put his fingers together like a tent, and looked at Arthur with sharp eyes. "Who?" he asked, his voice calm but clearly in charge.

"Benjamin Moore," Arthur said. "The NBA team owner. Payment was processed upfront, in full. He wants the delivery for tomorrow at the specific address."

Blaze's brow furrowed slightly as he processed the information. "Benjamin Moore," he repeated slowly. The name was known in public circles a man of influence, prestige, and a polished reputation. It made no sense for someone like him to be involved in such dealings unless there was something deeper beneath the surface.

"Why would an NBA team owner need a shipment like this?" Blaze mused aloud, his tone skeptical. "Certainly not for the players. Is he running some other operation I don't know about?"

Arthur remained silent, knowing Blaze was thinking aloud.

"What's the address?" Blaze asked after a beat.

Arthur tapped on his tablet and read it out loud. As soon as Blaze heard the location, his suspicions grew. He recognized that address. It was connected to stuff on the edge of the law—private clubs, fancy parties, and sometimes shady deals.

Blaze leaned forward, propping his elbows on the desk and clasping his hands. He thought it through carefully, putting together the bits of info he had. He didn't trust easily, especially when it came to his reputation and connections.

After a tense pause, he finally spoke. "Get them delivered," he said, his voice sharp and firm. "But make sure it's done quietly. And Arthur—"

"Yes, Boss?"

"I want eyes on that address. Discreet surveillance. I need to know who else shows up and what's really happening there."

Arthur gave a curt nod. "Understood. I'll have our best men handle it."

Blaze leaned back, his eyes distant but sharp, already thinking several steps ahead. There was more to this deal than met the eye. Even in his shadowy world, he had his rules, and trust didn't come easy.

As Arthur headed for the door, he stopped. "One more thing, boss. Mr. Moore stressed how important it is to be on time. He was pretty adamant about it."

Blaze gave a slight, enigmatic smile. "Of course, he was. Guys like him always are. Let's make sure he gets exactly what he wants."

Arthur left the office, and Blaze spun his chair to face the window. He looked out at the city below, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as he thought about all the ways people might be deceiving each other.

Baldwin's Mansion

The night was calm and still, with the moon making everything look peaceful. Blaze stood at the bedroom door, his shadow clear against the light coming from the hallway. He watched Savannah, who was sleeping curled up in bed, breathing deeply.

Earlier, he had helped her get to bed and made sure she was comfy. After a tough day at the hospital, she needed rest, so he gave her a shoulder massage, held her close, and talked softly until she fell asleep. Now that she was sound asleep, he left the room quietly.

Blaze moved through the mansion like someone used to being in charge. In his study room underground garage, Arthur and was waiting for him.

"Everything's in place?" Blaze asked as he approached Arthur.

Arthur nodded. "Yes, Boss. The shipment was delivered earlier this evening without any issues. Our team at the location has reported activity, but nothing out of the ordinary yet. Surveillance equipment is set up, and they're ready to move in."

Blaze gave a small nod, his face hard to read.

"So, what's the scene?"

Arthur tapped on another screen, showing blurry live footage of the place. It was a big private estate on the edge of the city. Security cameras around the property caught well-dressed people arriving in fancy cars, moving carefully and keeping an eye out.

"Guests started showing up about thirty minutes ago," Arthur said. "There's quite a crowd. We've got at least twenty people so far. And they're all packing heat or have armed guards. This ain't no regular party."

Blaze clenched his jaw while he checked the video feed. The place looked fancy, fitting for someone like Benjamin Moore, but the guests were a different story. They weren't just business folks or social butterflies; these were people who liked to stay in the dark.

"See anyone you recognize?" Blaze asked, keeping his voice calm.

Arthur nodded, swiping through still images. "A few. Some known players in the underground trade. One in particular stood out-Beckham Leone. He's on the Interpol radar for arms smuggling. His presence alone raises red flags.

Blaze leaned back, steepling his fingers under his chin. "Beckham Leone at an NBA team owner's house? This is bigger than it seems."

Arthur looked at him, waiting for instructions.

"Keep the team in position," Blaze said. "I want every vehicle ID'd and every face checked. Nobody leaves that estate until we know who they are and why they're here."

Arthur paused for a second. "What if this turns out to be something... bigger?"

Blaze's eyes narrowed, his voice cold. "Then we show what they're dealing with."

As the hours went by, Blaze and Arthur kept an eye on the feeds, trying to connect the dots between the people there. Blaze's gut feelings were usually right, and tonight was no different. Something big was going down at that estate, and he was set on finding out what it was.

By dawn, the pieces started falling into place, showing a much more complicated picture than Blaze expected. But he wasn't surprised. This was his world—a world where power and trust were everything, and Blaze Baldwin didn't like being caught off guard.

Hours of observation and analysis later, Blaze received the critical piece of information he had been waiting for. Arthur's phone buzzed, and he quickly picked it up, nodding as he listened. Blaze watched him intently, the tension in the air thick as Arthur's expression darkened.

Arthur ended the call and turned to his boss. "We've confirmed it," he said grimly. "Moore isn't just distributing the product discreetly. He's using your name to inflate the street value and expand his reach. He's telling buyers the supply chain leads back to you-implying this is your operation."

Blaze didn't say anything for a bit, his face blank. But his jaw tightened, and his eyes got this cold, angry look. He leaned back in his chair, and the only sound was the faint squeak of the leather.

Arthur cleared his throat carefully. "This isn't just about the drugs now, boss. It could tarnish your reputation. If the wrong people believe Moore's story—"

"—they'll think I've lost control," Blaze cut in, his voice low and dangerous. "Or even worse, that I'm a liability."

He stood abruptly, the energy in the room shifting as he paced toward the window. His reflection stared back at him, the city skyline glittering beyond. He placed a hand on the glass, his mind racing.

"Moore's playing with fire," Blaze murmured, his tone like ice. "He thinks my absence from the business means I'm distracted. That I've gone soft."

Arthur remained silent, knowing better than to interrupt when Blaze was calculating his next move.

Blaze turned back, his expression hard. "He's forgotten who runs this world. Let's remind him."

Arthur nodded. "What are your orders?"

"First, cut him off," Blaze commanded. "No more product, no matter how much he's willing to pay.

Then, spread the word to our network-make it clear that Moore's claims are false and that anyone who entertains them will answer to me personally."

Arthur made notes on his tablet, his efficiency unwavering.

Blaze continued, his voice calm but lethal. "I want everything on Moore. His finances, his connections, his movements. If he's bold enough to use my name, he must be feeling untouchable. Let's shatter that illusion."

Arthur hesitated. "Should we pay him a visit?"

Blaze's lips curved into a cold smile, devoid of warmth. "Not yet. Let him sweat first. Let him wonder if I know. The fear will make him careless."

Arthur nodded again, picking up on the hidden threat in Blaze's strategy.

"And when the time is right?"

Blaze's gaze burned with controlled fury. "We take everything from him. He'll regret the day he ever thought he could use my name to play king."

Arthur left to do the tasks, leaving Blaze alone in the study. Blaze took a deep breath, ran his hand through his hair, and felt a knot in his stomach thinking about Moore ruining his hard work.

But what bothered him even more was Savannah. She had no clue about this part of his life, and he had tried really hard to keep her away from it. The thought of her getting into trouble because of Moore's carelessness made him furious.

He grabbed his phone and called Elijah. "Make sure there's extra security at the mansion." he said.

"And Savannah shouldn't leave without someone watching her. Got it?"

"Got it!" Elijah replied right away.

Blaze hung up, feeling more determined than ever. Moore messed up big time, and Blaze Baldwin wasn't the kind of guy to let debts go unpaid.

Author's Note :

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