All Chapters of Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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“Hey, limping dog, get the order here ASAP!” one of them yells.I bite down hard on my tongue. Bastards like this are everywhere, especially in places like this gay bar. It’s not the first time I’ve been called names or treated like some freak on display. The urge to smash his fucking nose into his face rises, but I take a deep breath instead. If I lose my shit here, Andrew will have my ass. And with all the VIPs in the house tonight, he’d probably fire me on the spot.I make my way to their table, balancing the tray of drinks. Their faces are plastered with smug grins, eyes roaming over me like they’ve never seen a guy in tight jeans before. I drop the drinks on their table, trying to keep it professional, but just as I’m about to walk away, I feel it.A fucking smack on my ass.I freeze, my hands clenching into fists.“Damn! He’s got a really tiny waist,” one of them snickers, his voice dripping with mockery. “He should be up on that stage dancing if it wasn’t for that one leg

Blaze"Your mother is sick?" Max's voice stops me mid-step.I turn slowly, narrowing my eyes at him. "That’s not something to bother about," I reply, walking straight to my seat. Dropping into it, I lean back, trying to relax. Like hell that kid’s going to leave me alone now."Is that why you’re having an affair with a married man?"His words hit me like a fucking truck. My brows furrow, my teeth clenching."Fucking hell!" I snap, cutting him off before he can spew more nonsense. "What the hell is your business? Didn’t I tell you not to bother about my life? Were you deaf when I said it?" My voice rises, and I can feel the twitch in my eye.Max freezes, his big puppy-dog eyes widening. He looks like a damn kid caught stealing cookies. His gaze drops to the floor and then flicks back up at me, all hesitant and shit."I just want to know if you’re doing okay," he says softly. "Fine, you see me as a kid and that’s why you rejected me. But at least let me support the champion I cherish. I

Carlo“You make sure to get this shit done, got it?” I echo into the phone, my tone sharp enough to slice through Milan’s nerves. I can imagine him sweating on the other end. I’ve been in a really crappy mood since last night.Y-yes, boss,” he stammers. “I’ll handle it.”“You better.” I hang up with a slam of my hand against the desk, muttering under my breath.“Damn it.” I swing my head backward, resting it on the chair as frustration bubbles inside me. Seeing him so comfortable being held by that asshole kid riled me up. My fists clench involuntarily, the phantom urge to punch something—anything—burning under my skin. I felt like tearing the dude apart.And I can see it now—I’m slowly fucking losing my mind because of that bastard. That smug, carefree asshole who’s still out there living his life, completely oblivious to how much of a mess he’s made of mine since he jumped on me.“Boss?” My secretary’s voice cuts through my thoughts, hesitant. She’s standing at the door, one hand gr