Carlo "What the fuck makes you think you can just say that and I'll hand him over to you?" I snap at the bastard standing a few meters away. Felix. Blaze's fucking lapdog. He has the nerve to stand there, all smug, like he’s got some kind of right to speak to me. "You think I didn’t notice you, coward? You stood there like a goddamn statue, watching while Blaze was pounded into the ground, raped until he fucking passed out. And now you think you can just waltz in and take him?" I glare at him, fists itching to rearrange his goddamn face. Felix shrugs, looking all nonchalant, like I’m not seconds away from smashing his teeth in. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? Fight a group of guys that even Blaze couldn’t handle?" His voice drips with annoyance, his brows furrowing like he's the one pissed off. "Fuck off with your excuses," I growl. "You just stood there, you pathetic piece of shit. You’ve always been a spineless coward hiding behind Blaze. Always tucking your tail lik
Blaze"Ugh, Christ!" I wake up with a little bit of pain shooting through my body, and my head a little light.I blink my eyes open and stare at the ceiling. It’s clean and white—too fancy for any hospital I know of. My chest tightens. Where the fuck am I?Sitting up slowly, I take in my surroundings. The bed’s softer than anything I’ve slept on in years. The room? Big, luxurious, and smells like expensive cologne. Definitely not my shitty apartment or the alley I passed out in.What the fuck happened? Did I die and somehow end up in a penthouse version of hell?I rub my temples, trying to recall something—anything—but my head pounds like someone’s using it as a fucking drum.“How do you feel?”The voice cuts through my thoughts like a knife. I freeze, recognizing that smooth, arrogant tone. I turn my head and, lo and behold, there he is. Carlo.Sitting there all smug, wearing a suit that probably costs more than my monthly rent. His hair slicked back, except for a strand falling ove
Carlo"Son, you barely even come home or call your mother. That’s not very nice," my mother says, her voice soft and composed, as if everything is peaceful.Hell, it’s not. My insides are on the verge of fucking combustion, and I’m sure as hell my father can feel the heat from where he’s sitting. My so-called brother, the prick I just found out about six months ago, is sitting across from me. I’m still trying to figure out how the fuck my mother is completely fine with this bullshit."Sorry, Mother. I've been really busy," I mumble, forcing out the words because I know she won’t let it go otherwise."If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t be so bothered, but the worst part is my only son has refused to bring a woman home."My fork freezes mid-air. “Not this shit again, Mother.”"What do you mean ‘not this shit’? The last time I saw you with a woman was three years ago. What kind of celibacy streak is this?!" She yells, waving her fork around like it’s some kind of weapon.I bite back the urg
Blaze"Damn it!" The boy behind me curses under his breath. "There's less than two hours for the race to begin, I don't even know that track. I wanted to do a little tour on my own before the race."I don’t turn around, but I hear him loud and clear. His voice is grating—one of those entitled brats who think whining solves shit. His friend, sitting in a corner, doesn’t seem to give a damn, scrolling through his phone with his leg crossed like he’s lounging at a spa."You gotta calm down, man. He’ll be done in a minute," his friend says, his tone indifferent.I grit my teeth. I don’t need this bullshit. My fingers are covered in grease, sweat sticking to my neck as I work the tire. The bike’s almost as good as new, but now I’m regretting even agreeing to this shit show."Hey, be quick with it, will you?" the kid snaps, his voice sharp and condescending. "You’re just changing the tires, right? You’re limping, so it’s slowing you down."That’s it. I stop, drop the wrench a little too har
Blaze"God, Blaze, we’ve got some rookies joining the race tonight," Felix says as we step into the arena, his voice dripping with excitement."That dude in the blue tracksuit seems like a good bet," he adds, nodding toward the track. I follow his gaze and spot the familiar face. The brat from earlier. What’s his name again? Max. Rude little shit. I scoff."Your biggest mistake if you try it," I mutter, glancing around for a seat. I need to relax before the game kicks off."Why’d you say that? Do you know him? Then it’s a good bet," Felix says, his curiosity clearly piqued."Know him? Hell no." I shoot him a sharp look. "Just a gut feeling." No way am I bringing up that whole damn interaction from earlier. Felix will just start bugging me to take the kid under my wing or some bullshit.We settle in, and the countdown starts. 3…2…1…The race kicks off, the roar of the bikes filling the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers and curses. People are screaming their heads off, some praying th
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Carlo's POV“Hey Blaze, one more glass!” My friends pressure him. Damn, is he an idiot?Usually, Blaze doesn’t talk or sit with anyone. Always a loner with a cocky attitude. My friends and I always bullied him for working so hard to earn a penny, and he always avoided us. Tonight, though, he’s downing shot after shot. I can’t help but wonder why he’s drinking so much when he has a race in a few hours.But then again, why do I care? He’s racing against my team. As someone who’s been second to him for three years straight, I hate him for being so good.Always the champion, always ahead, while I’m left choking on his dust.I slam my glass of whiskey on the table, the sound echoing against the silence of my own thoughts. Gulping it down, I feel the burn travel from my throat to my stomach, igniting the simmering frustration inside me.But he’s not the only thing messing with my head tonight. My father sent an invitation—no, a demand—to attend the charity gala, and it’s still crumpled in
Carlo's POVI couldn’t hold it in anymore. He was just too damn good at this, and the thought made me wonder how many others he had gone down on like this. My blood boiled at the idea, though I had no reason to care. But something about it, about him, gnawed at me, causing frustration to build.With a surge of annoyance, I push him back onto the bed, my release still lingering on his tongue. I pull his head forward, making him spit it into my hand. I’m not entirely sure why I did it—maybe I just needed some lube. If not, I might lose it before I even get started.In one quick motion, I pull his pants down, tossing them aside. His pink, tight hole stares back at me, looking way more appealing than I ever thought it would. I blink, trying to clear my head. Since when did a man’s asshole look... pretty?He lets out a low moan as I slide a finger inside, and I bite my lip. That sound… Damn it! Carlo, you’re losing it. I start to move my finger slowly, feeling the soft heat clenching ar
Blaze"God, Blaze, we’ve got some rookies joining the race tonight," Felix says as we step into the arena, his voice dripping with excitement."That dude in the blue tracksuit seems like a good bet," he adds, nodding toward the track. I follow his gaze and spot the familiar face. The brat from earlier. What’s his name again? Max. Rude little shit. I scoff."Your biggest mistake if you try it," I mutter, glancing around for a seat. I need to relax before the game kicks off."Why’d you say that? Do you know him? Then it’s a good bet," Felix says, his curiosity clearly piqued."Know him? Hell no." I shoot him a sharp look. "Just a gut feeling." No way am I bringing up that whole damn interaction from earlier. Felix will just start bugging me to take the kid under my wing or some bullshit.We settle in, and the countdown starts. 3…2…1…The race kicks off, the roar of the bikes filling the arena as the crowd erupts in cheers and curses. People are screaming their heads off, some praying th
Blaze"Damn it!" The boy behind me curses under his breath. "There's less than two hours for the race to begin, I don't even know that track. I wanted to do a little tour on my own before the race."I don’t turn around, but I hear him loud and clear. His voice is grating—one of those entitled brats who think whining solves shit. His friend, sitting in a corner, doesn’t seem to give a damn, scrolling through his phone with his leg crossed like he’s lounging at a spa."You gotta calm down, man. He’ll be done in a minute," his friend says, his tone indifferent.I grit my teeth. I don’t need this bullshit. My fingers are covered in grease, sweat sticking to my neck as I work the tire. The bike’s almost as good as new, but now I’m regretting even agreeing to this shit show."Hey, be quick with it, will you?" the kid snaps, his voice sharp and condescending. "You’re just changing the tires, right? You’re limping, so it’s slowing you down."That’s it. I stop, drop the wrench a little too har
Carlo"Son, you barely even come home or call your mother. That’s not very nice," my mother says, her voice soft and composed, as if everything is peaceful.Hell, it’s not. My insides are on the verge of fucking combustion, and I’m sure as hell my father can feel the heat from where he’s sitting. My so-called brother, the prick I just found out about six months ago, is sitting across from me. I’m still trying to figure out how the fuck my mother is completely fine with this bullshit."Sorry, Mother. I've been really busy," I mumble, forcing out the words because I know she won’t let it go otherwise."If I had a daughter, I wouldn’t be so bothered, but the worst part is my only son has refused to bring a woman home."My fork freezes mid-air. “Not this shit again, Mother.”"What do you mean ‘not this shit’? The last time I saw you with a woman was three years ago. What kind of celibacy streak is this?!" She yells, waving her fork around like it’s some kind of weapon.I bite back the urg
Blaze"Ugh, Christ!" I wake up with a little bit of pain shooting through my body, and my head a little light.I blink my eyes open and stare at the ceiling. It’s clean and white—too fancy for any hospital I know of. My chest tightens. Where the fuck am I?Sitting up slowly, I take in my surroundings. The bed’s softer than anything I’ve slept on in years. The room? Big, luxurious, and smells like expensive cologne. Definitely not my shitty apartment or the alley I passed out in.What the fuck happened? Did I die and somehow end up in a penthouse version of hell?I rub my temples, trying to recall something—anything—but my head pounds like someone’s using it as a fucking drum.“How do you feel?”The voice cuts through my thoughts like a knife. I freeze, recognizing that smooth, arrogant tone. I turn my head and, lo and behold, there he is. Carlo.Sitting there all smug, wearing a suit that probably costs more than my monthly rent. His hair slicked back, except for a strand falling ove
Carlo "What the fuck makes you think you can just say that and I'll hand him over to you?" I snap at the bastard standing a few meters away. Felix. Blaze's fucking lapdog. He has the nerve to stand there, all smug, like he’s got some kind of right to speak to me. "You think I didn’t notice you, coward? You stood there like a goddamn statue, watching while Blaze was pounded into the ground, raped until he fucking passed out. And now you think you can just waltz in and take him?" I glare at him, fists itching to rearrange his goddamn face. Felix shrugs, looking all nonchalant, like I’m not seconds away from smashing his teeth in. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? Fight a group of guys that even Blaze couldn’t handle?" His voice drips with annoyance, his brows furrowing like he's the one pissed off. "Fuck off with your excuses," I growl. "You just stood there, you pathetic piece of shit. You’ve always been a spineless coward hiding behind Blaze. Always tucking your tail lik
CARLOAt first, I couldn't believe it. I’m staring at the one person who’s haunted my dreams for the last three years. Blaze. He’s right there, only a few feet away. I watch as he glances at our table a couple of times, but he quickly looks away as if that night meant nothing to him—or could he really have no memory of it at all?The thought is almost insulting. It gnaws at me, and a bitter pang rises in my chest. That night… Does it not linger in his thoughts the way it does in mine? Does he not remember how he made me feel? How his touch and taste etch themselves into my memory, playing on repeat in my head for countless sleepless nights?“Are you looking at Blaze?” Bobby’s voice cuts through my thoughts, dragging me back to the present. I glance at him and realize I’ve been staring for too long—long enough for people to notice.“His downfall was unexpected,” he continues, his voice carrying a hint of regret. “It took a huge turn after that crash. I feel bad sometimes… It was partly
BLAZEI spent the entire night trying to avoid him. That punk. But no matter how much I try, I can’t. He’s too damn handsome. Who the hell looks that good in a big cardigan and plain pants? Yeah, I’ve got to give him credit this time—he deserves it.The club is nearly empty now. I sweep my eyes over the few remaining customers stumbling out, the dim lights casting long shadows over the polished floor. I let out a heavy yawn. Finally, it’s time to go home and get some rest.Getting back in the staff room, I hurry to get dressed out of my uniform and grab a casual T-shirt and jeans. The music has stopped yet the vibrations from the bass are still reverberating in my head. I scan the place one more time before stepping into the back exit.It is 4 am and people have not woken up yet. There is no noise except the faint sound of cars from far away, the quietness is not normal. The cool air touches me on the face, but it is not refreshing. I felt empty for some reason. For a while, it feels
Blaze’s POV3years later My life slowly passed me by, and I was quickly forgotten—thrown down from being the top racer to a nobody. I wish other aspects of my life had changed along with that harsh truth, like the fucking debt hanging over my head. That old man is really an asshole without a heart. He just abandoned me after all the fucking money I made for him. Because of him, I'm in this shit.My attention snaps back to the fucker sitting on the bed in front of me, while my knees ache like hell from kneeling and blowing him off. Tch! How long do I have to keep doing this shit? Sucking off this scumbag for money honestly pisses me off, but I have no choice. He pays quite well, and in my current situation, that’s what matters. “Hey, do it properly!” he growls, pushing himself further into my mouth. If I really wanted to do it “properly,” I’d bite it off. Jerk.I force myself to keep
Blaze's POV “Man! You scared the living shit outta me,” Felix exclaims as he walks into the hospital room, his voice a mix of relief and frustration. I squint at him, trying to process everything. He looks... worn out. His face is thinner, his cheekbones more pronounced, and there are dark circles under his eyes—evidence of sleepless nights. He must have been really stressed about me. “One whole month,” he continues, shaking his head. “I thought you were enjoying some blissful dream with a pretty lady or something. Like you didn’t want to let go and refused to wake up.” He snorts, attempting to lighten the mood, but it only deepens the pit in my stomach. Does he think life is a movie? I try to roll my eyes, but even that simple motion aches. I want to speak, to ask a thousand questions, but the words won’t come out. My throat feels tight and dry as if it’s forgotten how to function. Probably because I haven’t used it in a month. Felix catches my gaze and stops talking. For a