All Chapters of Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

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