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• Tangled Hearts On Wheels   Chapter 97

  Blaze “We really doing this?” I mutter, staring at my reflection. The mirror gives me back a version of myself I’m still getting used to—clean-shaven, hair brushed back, black shirt buttoned to the neck. No grease stains, no smudges. Just nerves and something in my throat that won’t go down no matter how hard I swallow. Eight fucking months. That’s how long it’s been since Carlo walked back into my life like a goddamn knight and didn’t leave this time. Eight months of unlearning resentment, of sleeping in the same bed, of making space for his toothbrush. Eight months of fighting in the kitchen, fucking on the couch, and waking up tangled in limbs that feel like home now. His dad's been on life support for three of those months. That bastard won’t die, and won’t live either. The doctors gave up saying hopeful shit. He has just a few months to live. Now Carlo’s got the whole empire dumped on him, signed and sealed. His name's on everything—except technically, it’s his son’s name o

• Tangled Hearts On Wheels   Chapter 96

  BlazeI walk in and stop cold.Carlo’s face is pale, lips parted like he forgot how to speak. His eyes flick to me, and it’s like he’s seeing a ghost. I’ve seen this look once before—when we were standing outside the courtroom three years ago. That same fucking horror carved into his features.“Babe,” he chokes, his voice breaking in the middle. “My dad. He collapsed. He’s… he’s in the hospital. I need to go. My mom’s there alone.”I don’t think. “Hey. I’m coming with you.”His brows lift, unsure. But I step closer and nod. “You don’t need to do this shit alone.”He stares at me for a beat too long, like he’s trying to figure out if this is real. Then he nods. “Okay.”We make sure mum gets her meds, her comfort. She gives me this knowing look as I kiss her cheek and tell her we’ll be back. Like she already knows something big is about to go down.The car ride to the hospital is quiet. Carlo’s hands grip the wheel too tight, his jaw clenched. I want to say something, but I also know wh

• Tangled Hearts On Wheels   Chapter 95

  CarloThe first thing I feel is heat. His body warm against mine, soft skin under my arm, the weight of him grounding me like gravity. Morning sunlight slips past the curtains, painting slow, gold streaks across the bed. I don’t want to fucking move. Ever.Blaze breathes slow, still asleep, back pressed into my chest. He smells like sweat and oil and whatever soap he uses that always lingers on his neck. It used to haunt me. Now it’s here, real, right under my nose. I shift down, bury my face there, take a breath like I’m scared it might vanish again.He stirs, his hips rolling back, grinding lazily against me.“Hm!” he moans, not even opening his eyes. But that smirk on his lips? Yeah. He knows exactly what he’s doing.“You’re fucking dangerous,” I mutter, pressing forward just to feel that friction. My dick’s hard and angry from hours of being this close to him without doing anything about it.I slide my hand under the pillow. The tiny cold metal’s still in my pocket from last night

• Tangled Hearts On Wheels   Chapter 94

  Blaze“You’re late again,” I mutter, not looking up. My hands are deep in the guts of this old engine, grease streaked up my arms, sweat clinging to my neck. The shop’s quiet today, just the low hum of the radio in the back and the faint scent of oil in the air. Feels like just another day. Same shit, different bike.“Boss, the parts just came in,” Ricky calls from the back room. I grunt, tightening one last bolt before sitting back on my heels.The bell over the front door jingles.Without looking, I call out, “We’re backed up this week. You can drop it off or come back next Tuesday.”The footsteps that follow are too sharp. Measured. Not one of the usual regulars. Not some random off the street either. There’s this… weight in the room now. Like the air’s gotten heavier all of a sudden.Then—“Blaze.”I freeze.That voice. Low. Steady. The one that’s lived somewhere in the back of my head for three damn years no matter how hard I tried to shut it out.Slow, like I’m underwater, I tur

• Tangled Hearts On Wheels   Chapter 93

  Blaze3 years later“You gonna stand there admiring your trophies all night or are you coming to eat?”Alexi’s voice snaps me out of it. I blink, dragging my gaze off the shelf. The gold glint of the new championship cup stares back at me—another fucking win. Another proof I clawed my way back to the top. No.1 again.But standing here… it doesn’t feel like enough.I grab a beer from the fridge and head to the couch where Alexi’s sprawled with her girl. Taylor—sharp eyes, half-shaved hair, a smirk that says she could wreck anyone in her way. They’ve been together a year now. The longest Alexi’s stuck with anyone.“Finally,” Alexi says, pulling her legs off the cushion so I can sit. “You’re worse than an old man staring at his war medals.”I grunt. “Better than having none.”Taylor snorts. “Cocky as fuck, aren’t you?”“Comes with being the best.” I take a swig, letting the cold bite through the dull ache in my chest.Alexi leans her head on Taylor’s shoulder, looking smug as hell. “Well

• Tangled Hearts On Wheels   Chapter 92

  Carlo “Carlo… wake up.” A voice. Faint. Shaky. Somewhere in the dark. I groan, half-asleep. My arm is draped across Blaze’s waist. The sheets are tangled around us. His skin is warm under my palm. It’s still night outside, no light coming in through the curtains. Then I hear it again—only this time it’s not Blaze’s voice. It’s rough. Sharp. “Carlo Davenport. Get the fuck up.” I shoot up, blinking fast. The room’s full of men. Black suits. Guns. No fucking faces I know. “What the fuck—” I start to say, but one of them grabs me by the throat, shoving me back against the headboard. Blaze jerks awake, eyes wide. “Carlo?” “Don’t fucking move,” the man snarls. Another pair of hands yank Blaze off the bed. He fights—hard—but there’s too many of them. One of them backhands him across the mouth. Blood splatters. Blaze gasps, struggling against the arms holding him. “Let him go, you fucking bastards—!” I shout, thrashing, trying to get free. Another fist to my ribs. Pain shoots thro