Sea of Desire
Blaze's high, straight nose was close to his cheek, and his lips were only millimeters away from his. Milo could smell Blaze's incense scent, mixed with a unique, cool masculine aroma.
He used to only feel nervous about the smell, but now he finds it strangely alluring.
Blaise's hand, which had been moving continuously under the mattress, moved through the sheets, pressing and rubbing with a clear purpose, like electric currents, constantly eroding Milo's sanity.
The thin bed sheet was suddenly clenched and then released.
Blaze pinched Milo's chin, helping him suppress the barely audible sound of his impatience.
Milo wanted to deny everything before him, to bury himself in the ground, and even to shoot himself.
Although his mind was muddled, he knew his body's true state, so it was hard to say who had been after whom just now. Thinking about it, he suddenly felt a little despicable. But then he retracted his thought. They were all adults; they'd already done all sorts of outrageous things. Even if it were real sex, he didn't need to feel ashamed.
Given his current predicament, if he still has to worry about morality, he's just asking for trouble.
In the quiet night, in the public space separated only by curtains, Milo kept his mouth shut and could only use sign language: Did you have fun?
Blaze's shot pierced through the flesh of his upper arm, without hitting the bone, but it still hurt quite a bit. He was already sweating profusely before he could even finish a complete sign.
Bleitz's gaze slowly moved down, landing on the disheveled sheets that Milo had tossed about. Through that thin sheet, Milo's reaction wasn't what he had expected. He had thought that, after their embarrassing breakup, Milo might slap him.
Milo was more at ease than he had imagined.
Even if he shot him in public, wouldn't he hate him?
In that life-or-death moment, he saw Miles jump out of the car, a single glance that chilled him to the bone. It was then that he realized Miles was serious; emotion had clouded his judgment, leading Miles to make that choice.
He didn't know how to face Milo, and hesitated until late at night before finally lifting the curtain. He sat by Milo's bedside and saw his pale face from pain in his sleep, and his heart ached terribly. His hand, which he had intended to hold, was suddenly gripped tightly and pulled under the covers. He had invaded Milo's dream, his suppressed emotions unable to be contained, like a hyena that had been lured.
Clearly, dreams are a good thing, because once you wake up, you have to face reality. Like now, Blaise couldn't help but wonder if Milo's composure in front of him was because the person in that erotic dream was someone else?
Was it Matsubara Yuma, who died in front of him, or the policeman who had always been by his side, or Miles, whom he had truly loved? No matter who it was, it couldn't be him, could it?
Blaze grew increasingly tormented by the reality before him, and by Milo's composure. He pulled his hand away and uttered harsh words: "Fuck you, it's always been so enjoyable."
Seeing this gesture, Milo silently smiled. Blaise's words were so harsh, yet he felt a sense of pleasure, as if they had ripped off the thick clothes covering each other. He no longer needed to play the perfect role that Blaise envisioned, and Blaise no longer needed to pretend to be stupid or weak in front of him.
In the dim light, Milo unconsciously licked his lips; he felt a sudden urge to smoke again. He'd picked up this bad habit the day he buried the body, and even now that he knew he hadn't killed the person, his addiction seemed irreversible, and it was only getting worse.
Milo managed to make a gesture: You killed Token.
Blaise did not respond.
Milo tilted his head, glancing at his arm: "I bet you never intended to get those goods out of the country. With the land route destroyed, they only had Miles left to take by water. The two shots you arranged were brilliant. One killed Token, making Ponlason suspicious of Zowin. The other pierced Sigon's knee; it's hard to say whether he'll survive. From now on, if anything happens in Gan Valley, will you be in charge of all the decisions? As for the shot you fired at me, I can only say, incredibly clever. Without comparison, there's no suspicion. Zowin already distrusted you taking the land route; now that you're going by water, he's even less likely to trust Miles. He might even think that all of this was orchestrated by those two businessmen, Ponlason and Miles. After all, with Sigon's leg pierced, you're the victims; no one will suspect you."
After finishing that long string of sign language, Milo felt a strange, indescribable emotion stirring within him. He never imagined he would one day be sitting here, analyzing Blaise's possible actions based on these speculations of intrigue and scheming.
He had long understood that someone like Blaise, once he developed a brain and was ruthless enough, could go very far if he could truly understand the intricacies of the situation and break through the barriers; it all depended on which direction his ambition would drive him. Blaise had never been ambitious before, but that might not be the case now.
Blaise leaned forward slightly, casting an even deeper shadow. His face drew closer, so close that Milo could feel his warm breath and see the unfathomable depths of his eyes: "You really think you're that important, worth me doing all this for?"
Upon seeing this, Milo smiled and said softly, "Don't you know whether I'm important or not?"
Blaze lowered his gaze, and his hands gripped Milo's thighs through the sheet. Under the pressure, Milo couldn't help but tilt his head back slightly.
"We're on the border between our two countries now. If you do anything to me, are you sure you can get back? Even if you do, and you get into all this trouble, will you still be able to do what you want?"
Despite feeling the increasing pressure on his legs, Milo was not intimidated at all.
“I’ve had my share of being threatened and playing the victim, but don’t think I’m afraid of you.” Milo looked directly into Blaise’s eyes, his smile gradually fading. “You’re not powerful enough to frighten me.”
Milo bent his knees, breaking free from Blaise's iron grip, and deliberately lowered his voice: "Consider this shot today as me repaying you for your exploitation."
Seeing Milo's intensity, Blaze was inexplicably stirred with a long-dormant ruthlessness within him. Strangely enough, after learning Milo's true identity, his unconscious attempts to please him had only placed them both in an awkward, unbalanced position. Now that the facade had been torn off, and he was treating Milo as Milo, an irrepressible desire to seize and suppress him flared up within him.
Blaze stood up, looked down at Milo, and then lowered his gaze: Give me back? This time, it won't be enough.
Milo curled his lips into a mocking smile. He had been blind before, mistaking the person in front of him for an innocent one; in reality, he knew all sorts of crude jokes.
“I can’t prevent that batch of substandard drugs from getting out.” Seeing Blaise about to leave, Milo grabbed Blaise’s collar and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, “So, even if you can gain Zowin’s trust and get the water transport escort from Miles, you can’t control the Dale Group’s water transport routes. The next confrontation will be at sea, and you have no advantage. Lanman Customs and the police will definitely target Miles, and you can’t change that fact.”
“If the goal is to seize power, aligning yourself with Zowin is not a good decision. If you really want to resolve this completely, the person you should deal with is Sigon.” Milo felt he had done all he could.
Blaise lowered his head: Why are you saying all this to me? Mr. Milo, of all your love, is there any part for me? Is it charity, pity, or exploitation? Do I still have any use for you? Yes, I forgot, I haven't for a long time.
This was a clear indication that they weren't going to talk things out properly. Milo didn't know what Blaze was sulking about, but whatever it was, it was none of his business anymore.
“True.” Milo was silent for a moment, then nodded and smiled. “If you want to die, go ahead.”
*
The next morning.
Thanks to the embassy's full efforts, the departure channel was briefly reopened. Jesse helped the still pale-faced Milo into a black SUV that had come to pick them up.
“Miles was rescued by the embassy and has been arranged to return home. Just as you predicted, after what happened yesterday, there was no news of the second convoy. They can only take the waterway now. Miles went back to pave the road.” As he spoke, Jessian comforted Milo, “You go back first, focus on recovering, and leave the rest to me.”
Jesse closed the car door and nodded to the driver.
As the car started, Milo leaned back wearily in his seat, his mind still replaying the events of the previous night in a jumbled mess.
Whatever Blaze's purpose was, his sabotage of land transport played right into Blaze's hands. With Zowin as a threat, cutting off land routes restricted his actions, but once the water routes were involved and Miles's business conglomerate became involved, the situation would be completely different. He could then use the resources at his disposal to fight against Miles.
The only thing that Milo found difficult was that he didn't know where Blaze's position lay.
If he truly wanted to seize power and oust Xigong, he wouldn't have gone to such lengths to handle things indirectly. Just like when he killed Meng Sha, there would always be an opportunity to shoot Xigong in the head. The more patient Blaze was, the more Milo realized that Blaze's purpose in doing all this was definitely not aimed at him. Blaze had his own stance, and everything he did was based on an unknown, but undoubtedly extremely important, stance.
As for the two of them, in the end, they became two sides of the same coin. Although their goals were different, they both had to do the same thing: prevent the circulation of new drugs.
Blaise has become like him, starting to think long-term and agonizing over what he does.
Milo stared at the gunshot wound on his arm. He knew Blaze's aim well; this shot was far from fatal, fired with absolute confidence. But what about next time? If given a similar choice, would Blaze really shoot him in the head? What worried Milo even more was the mysterious figure who fired the shot from the shadows.
That person managed to sneak into Zowin's building, shoot Token dead with one shot and hit Sigon with another, yet managed to escape despite the lockdown and security measures, and his whereabouts remain unknown to this day.
Who could have done it?
The car drove smoothly for a while and then entered the flat main road.
"Mr. Milo, are you feeling better?" a voice came from the driver's seat.
Milo glanced up at the rearview mirror.
A gaunt profile, unfamiliar, wearing a baseball cap pulled low. Just as Milo looked over, the driver seemed to be observing him through the rearview mirror as well.
Milo tilted his head slightly, looked out the car window, and pressed the car door without making a sound, but couldn't open it.
“Mr. Milo, we’re about to get on the highway. If you try to jump out of the car, you’ll definitely be crippled.” As he spoke, the driver raised his hand and took off his baseball cap.
A cascade of long, curly hair fell down. The woman turned her head, revealing a beautiful face with a playful smile. She made a shooting gesture and pointed it at Milo's forehead: "I told you, my marksmanship is no worse than Blaze's. It's a pity that no one gets to see my amazing performance."
Milo suppressed the surging emotions within him: "Did you fire the gun?"
“There’s no other way. I’m at his mercy. I can only cooperate with him for now.” Nonai’s voice returned to its original crispness, with a hint of mockery. “Don’t worry, that batch of medicine won’t leak out. You’re really not honest. Running here in such a dangerous situation, no wonder he specifically asked me to protect you. You heard me right, just protect, not keep you tied up. I just need to make sure you’re alive. As for any fun games between the two of you, I’m not interested and I don’t want to do them.”
Milo frowned: "What exactly is he trying to do?"
“I don’t know. But I hope he can kill Xigong, isn’t that what you want too?” Nona tilted her head and laughed. “Don’t pretend to be innocent. You’ve done what Xigong couldn’t do in twenty years. You’ve manipulated emotions and thoughts, turning Blaze into a knife in your hand, and the worst part is that he doesn’t realize it and thinks he’s awakened. As for you, you’re pretending your hands are clean.”
As she spoke, Nona smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Actually, Milo, oh no, Theo Green, you're the scariest one, aren't you?"
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