Lahat ng Kabanata ng Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

Blaze "Hey, the race is tonight. Are you scared?" I ask Max, watching him tap on his motorcycle tire. The kid’s been a good boy, training like his life depends on it. If he wins this race, he’s walking away with more than just some fucking trophy—he’s getting respect, money, and his name out there. "Honestly, a little bit." He flashes that cute smile, the one that makes him look so fucking innocent, like he doesn’t belong in this mess. "But I'm beating those fucking Steel Riders for you, I promise." His voice is full of determination, and for a second, I actually believe he can do it. Felix must’ve told him about my race against those Steel Rider pricks that night. He swore he’d win me back the trophy this time. Thinking about it now, I was just fucking stupid—who the hell drinks before a race like that? "Win the race, and I'll give you an answer to your confession," I challenge him, smirking as I watch his expression shift from determined to stunned. "Really?" His eyes open wide,

Carlo“I told you to only do a bit, enough to make him accept any kind of help,” I groan into the phone. That old dick. “Look how much of a fucking mess you made him. Were you daring me, old man?”I clench my jaw, staring at the lifeless body on the ground. My patience is thin, my blood boiling. I can barely contain the rage bubbling inside me.A low chuckle comes from the other end of the line, followed by a tired sigh.“Hey, you don’t talk to your grandfather in such a tone,” the old man responds coldly.I scoff, rolling my eyes.“What? No. I know my old man when I see him, and you’re nothing like that,” I shoot back, my voice firm.“Rude bastard!” he curses.I tighten my grip on the phone, my fingers twitching to throw it against the fucking wall.“I won’t let this slide,” I warn, my tone dangerously low.The old man clicks his tongue. “Hah! Those little jerks… Listen, I guess the people who were holding a grudge found a chance. He was still walking when he left my presence.”Bulls

CarloBlaze first bursts into laughter, but the amusement on his face quickly twists into anger. His eyes narrow dangerously as he tilts his head, voice low and sharp."You want me to lie down and spread my legs for you?" His lips curl into a mocking smile. "You must be insane, Carlo."Hmm? Did I hear him very well or am I hearing things? this was the first time I heard blaze call my name. The sound of him saying my name for the first time makes something dark and primal stir in me.I smirk, leaning against the wall with my arms folded. "At least you didn’t call me 'hey,' or 'jerk,' or 'asshole,' or 'bastard' this time," I say, watching his face twitch with irritation."Asshole," he spits, gritting his teeth. "Just 'cause you’re rich doesn’t mean you get to insult me."He gets up from the bed, his eyes flicking to the phone on the nightstand, but the slight grunt escaping his lips gives him away — he’s in pain. The bruises on his ribs, the cut above his eye, the swollen lip... He migh

Blaze"...or so I thought... But here I am standing by his gate like a beggar, just a few hours before my night shift."I fucking hate myself for this.The air feels thick, suffocating, and I can’t believe I’m even here. I swore I’d never crawl back to him, but reality’s a bitch, and here I am, proving I’m no better than the dog he probably thinks I am.I thought about it too much. The numbers, the deadlines, my mum’s condition… I can’t do this alone. I know damn well I’ll never make enough to repay a fucking million, let alone $10bills.And Carlo... he already saw me at my lowest. What’s one more humiliation, right? Instead of watching my mum suffer in that shithole, maybe I can just give him what he wants, and after a year or two, he’ll get bored.He changes women like he changes his fucking suits. I’d just be another toy.I’ve called him several times. No answer. Bastard probably saw the calls and ignored them, letting me stew in my own pathetic desperation.So now, I squat by the

BlazeI woke up with my head pounding, my body was soaked, and I tried to get up, noticing a wet towel falling off my face."Fuck..." I groan, rubbing my eyes.I look around to see Max kneeling beside me on the bed, his hand gripping mine, a bowl of water on the lampstand. What? Did he nurse me?I pick up my phone on the other end of the lampstand. 7 a.m. Shit.I turn to watch him. His features are clearly cute, his sleeping face looking so calm, peaceful even. The first time we met, he was rude as hell before realizing I was the champion he always supported.Whether what he feels for me is the same as obsession from a fan to an idol, a normal feeling fans have for their idols... I can't understand him. He doesn't care that I'm way older than him, or that I’m too fucked up for any of this.I brush off a strand of hair from his face, making him flinch."Urgh," he groans in his sleep, shifting slightly. He must have been tired from nursing my fever.His eyes snap open."Blaze? How do yo