LOGINBlaze shoved Carlo hard, his breath ragged. “Get the hell out of my way! I don’t need your help.” Carlo caught his balance, his lips curling into a taunting smirk. “Really? Because it looks like you’re drowning without me.” "And no matter where you go, I'll be the only man you'll come back to" Carlo slurs. **** Blaze is a street racer trying to pay off his father’s debt, desperate to win his freedom. Carlo is a rich son of a powerful family, living a life of luxury that Blaze can only dream of. But there’s one thing Carlo can’t buy—true passion. When the underground racing scene throws them into competition, their rivalry heats up. But after an unexpected one-night stand, a new kind of tension sparks between them. Suddenly, Blaze and Carlo find themselves drawn to each other in a way they never imagined. Now, they have to decide if they can put their hatred aside and risk everything for a love neither of them saw coming. But what happens when Blaze finds out Carlo's secret?
View MoreBlaze “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
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
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
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
Carlo"Repeat it again, slower this time," Dad says, pinching the bridge of his nose like he’s already embarrassed by me.I clear my throat, grip the notecard like it's a goddamn lifeline, and try not to sound like I’m dying inside. “Rebecca... meeting you felt like fate... You’ve taught me that lo
Blaze“We all started racing and training together to help Blaze.”That’s what Alexi tells some random dude last night when we stopped at the gas station for energy drinks. I was halfway in my own head, helmet still on, but I caught that line. And weirdly, it stuck. Not because she said it out loud
Carlo"Why the hell did you do this to him?"I don’t even get a chance to breathe before the yelling starts. I don't need to ask who's on the line. Alexi. Her voice is sharp, pissed, and underneath all that? Wrecked.The call just came through, and the moment I picked up, she was already screaming.
Carlo“Stand up straight, smile like you mean it, and don’t embarrass me tonight.”That’s the first thing Rebecca says to me when I meet her by the car.I let out a small laugh, not because it’s funny, but because this whole shit feels like a punishment I signed up for. And maybe I did. Maybe I fuc






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