Carlo“Hey,” Sasha finally says, snapping me out of my thoughts. Her voice carries an edge, annoyance thick in her tone.My mind was wandering elsewhere while she worked diligently, her hands and mouth doing what they always did best.“I’ve been doing this for 20 fucking minutes, and it’s still soft,” she growls, her eyes twitching as she tries to mask her irritation.“Why would your mind be wandering around at this moment, or have you lost the strength in your loins?” she bites, her tone daring me to argue.I chuckle hard at her question.“Bastard! What’s funny?” she purrs angrily, glaring at me.“Maybe you weren’t doing a good job, Sasha. Did you lose your skills?” I ask with a smirk, knowing damn well it isn’t her fault. She’s still as good as ever, and yet, nothing. No reaction, no desire. Just… irritation.“You’re an asshole,” she snaps, but her pride keeps her going. She picks up the pace, her tongue circling the tip of my cock, sucking harder, her hands stroking me in rhythm. N
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,
BlazeThe last time I was here was three years ago.The old man had his back to me, smoking like he didn’t have a fucking care in the world. I was sent to the race that ruined my life.And now I’m back.He sits comfortably this time, cigarette in one hand, whiskey in the other, his brows drawn together as he looks at me with that intense, cold stare.And I’m kneeling in front of him.Like a fucking dog."Long time no see, my boy," he says, his voice smooth, almost fucking soft. It makes my skin crawl.I don't speak. My jaw is clenched so tight my teeth fucking hurt."You were my favorite," he continues, swirling his drink like we’re old friends catching up. "I bet the highest fucking amount on you." His voice hardens. "And you went and messed it all up."His leg, stretched lazily over the table, drops to the floor. The sound echoes in the room like a fucking gunshot."I let you go," he mutters, standing up slowly. "But now you've grown wings and you're messing with my money."The room
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
Blaze"What the fuck?" My voice comes out hoarse as I blink against the dim light. My head is pounding like a motherfucker. My whole body feels like I got run over by a damn truck.I push myself up, wincing as a sharp sting shoots through my ribs. I look around. The room is big, expensive as hell. Leather furniture, floor-to-ceiling windows, a fucking chandelier.This ain't my place. Did someone pick up after I fainted there? I can still feel slight pain shooting through my entire system.A deep chuckle makes me snap my head to the side."You're finally awake."Carlo. Why the hell is he here?I grit my teeth. "Where the fuck am I?"Carlo leans against the wall, arms crossed, looking so fucking smug I want to punch him in the face. A hit that can wipe that damn look off his stupidly handsome face. That face is just the exact opposite of his asshole personality."My place," he says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "I saved your ass. Again. That’s three times now."I scow
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“Max, what the hell are you doing here?” I stare at him, squatted in front of my door, a golden cup beside him with fucking flowers. Flowers?He looks up, wide-eyed, his trembling hands trailing along my body. “What happened to you?”I ignore him, the throbbing pain in my side making it hard to breathe, and unlock my door. “How long have you been sitting here?”“Since this morning… I was worried.” His voice is small, and for some reason, that annoys me. I don’t need anyone worrying about me.I step inside, grab a bottle of water from the fridge, down it in a single gulp, and sink into the chair like my body’s made of bricks. My ribs scream in protest.Max stands awkwardly at the door, eyes glued to me. “I… I won the race.”I glance at him, trying to ignore the way my chest tightens. “Congrats.” My voice is flat, because I know where this is going.He takes a few steps closer, like he’s afraid I might bite. “So… what about my confession?”Shit. I completely forgot. I promised him
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
Carlo“You told him, didn’t you?”I slam the office door shut behind me, my knuckles already clenched so tight my nails are cutting into my palm. William looks up from his desk, calmly flipping a page in whatever bullshit file he’s pretending to care about. I don’t even wait for him to answer.My fist lands hard across his face.He stumbles back in the chair, almost falling off. A pen clatters to the ground. There’s a beat of stunned silence, then he slowly lifts his head, wiping the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand. He looks at the blood like it’s something fascinating. Like it’s not the fucking least he deserves.“So, that’s how we’re doing this now?” he mutters, finally meeting my eyes. His smirk is irritating. Too calm. Too smug. “Gonna beat me into confessing something I didn’t even do?”“Cut the crap,” I snap. “Don’t act like I don’t fucking know.”He laughs under his breath. That stupid, low laugh that makes my skin crawl. Like he’s the smartest man in the room. Li
Carlo“What the fuck does he want now?”I mutter under my breath, eyeing my buzzing phone like it’s some kind of ticking bomb. My father’s name flashes on the screen. He never calls me just to say hi. If he’s calling, it’s either to bark orders or stir shit. The empire’s been quiet lately, which only means he’s bored and looking for something to fuck with.I roll my neck to the side, trying to ease the stiffness. The weight of documents and board decisions has been piling up for weeks. Normally I push most of it to my secretaries, but today’s work was something I couldn’t hand off. Still, I’m not about to let this phone call ruin my day.I answer the call and wedge the phone between my ear and shoulder while I pack up the last of the files into my briefcase. The clock says 4 PM. Blaze’s training wraps up in an hour, and I promised I’d pick him up. He likes that shit—me showing up for him. I like it too.“Come home now.”That’s all he says. Cold, clipped. No room for questions. The cal
Blaze“You’re staring.”Carlo doesn’t even flinch. He leans against the fence like he owns the damn place, arms folded, sunglasses hiding those eyes that I know are full of heat right now.“You’re showing off.”I snort, adjusting the strap of my helmet as I hop off the bike. Sweat slicks my back, my shirt sticking to me in all the wrong places, but the way Carlo watches me like I’m a damn god? Yeah, I could stay like this all day.“It’s called warming up, old man. You wouldn’t know anything about that since your ass is always parked behind a desk or on top of me.”His smirk curves up, slow and lazy. “You saying I’m outta shape?”“I’m saying your skills are probably rusted as fuck.”A few of the other guys laugh as they roll by. The track is full today—smell of burnt rubber in the air, engines roaring, tires screeching. I haven’t felt this alive in months. And having him here, watching me? Fuck, it does something to me. Twists my gut in the best way.“Wanna test that theory?” Carlo pus
Blaze“You better not fucking burn this place down,” I say, eyeing Carlo like he’s some ticking time bomb with a goddamn lighter in his hand.He just laughs, carrying a couple of shopping bags into the kitchen like he owns the goddamn world. Well, technically he owns this fucking house, so maybe he does.“I ain’t that bad, baby,” he smirks, dropping the bags on the counter like it’s nothing. “I can cook… a little.”“Yeah, fucking right,” I snort, crossing my arms over my chest. “You were raised with a goddamn silver spoon shoved so far up your ass, I’m surprised you even know what a stove looks like.”He chuckles again, that deep fucking sound that rattles straight into my bones. “Then I’ll assist, chef Blaze.”I roll my eyes but I can’t help the way my mouth pulls into a fucking smile. God, I’m a mess for this asshole.As I’m pulling out some veggies to start chopping, he’s unloading shit—meat, pasta, some fancy-ass sauce, even a goddamn bottle of wine. He looks so fucking proud of h
Blaze“You fucking serious right now?” Alexi says, kicking off her shoes and flopping down on the oversized couch like she owns the place.I throw a cushion at her. “Don’t get your nasty feet on my new shit, Alexi.”She flips me off without missing a beat. “Whatever. So you chose the scumbag, huh?”I grunt, dragging my hand through my hair. “I didn’t fucking choose him. It’s my stupid ass heart that did.”Alexi snorts like she doesn’t believe me. And maybe I don’t even believe myself, fuck. I mean, yeah, Carlo’s a manipulative piece of shit. But I seem to fucking enjoy his shit, it’s twisted. That’s the fucking problem.The mansion’s too damn big. Echoes of our voices bounce off the fancy-ass walls like reminders that I don’t even belong here. This whole place—every fucking thing—was bought by Carlo. Because I refused to stay in his goddamn penthouse like some kept little toy. And somehow… this felt less shitty. Like I could breathe here. Like I still had my own space.“You know your
CarloAfter one month of the accident that made Blaze consider my pathetic love, if I had known that was the solution I would have bumped into a tree a long time ago… I am back to the office.“If you don’t give me that fucking hotel, I’m gonna send the second drive to dad. And this one has more than just company shit, Carlo… this one proves you’re fucking a man. The heir to Davenport, the golden boy, the one he’s been grooming since we were kids… balls deep in a fucking guy. Think about that.”That’s how William walks into my fucking office at 7AM.No fucking good morning, not like we have good relationship to say pleasantries anyway, but straight up blackmailing me is fucking insane. Just like him.I lean back slowly in my chair, trying to pretend my head isn’t already throbbing from everything else going on. My jaw clenches, and I force my voice to stay calm even though every muscle in me is screaming to fucking pounce on him.“You’re bluffing.”“Am I?” William smirks, tossing a fla
Blaze“Felix’s drunk ass is at my bar again. You might wanna come get him before he breaks something.”That’s the fucking call I get at 1:34 a.m. Just when I thought this night couldn’t get any worse. I’m lying in bed, staring at the goddamn ceiling, half replaying Carlo’s bullshit from earlier and half trying to pretend I don’t care. But then that call comes in and all my attempts at peace flush straight down the fucking toilet.I drag myself out of bed, throw on whatever hoodie I can find, and head out. It’s not even about wanting to go. It’s guilt. It’s instinct. It’s… fuck, I don’t even know anymore. All I know is, Felix is at his worst, and I’m the only person who probably still gives a damn.By the time I get to the bar, it’s exactly what I expected. Dim lights, sticky floor, music too loud for this dead hour, and Felix slumped at the edge of the counter, head half in a glass, mumbling to himself. His face is flushed, eyes glassy. It’s that mix of broken and belligerent that onl
Blaze“Dude, that bike looks like it was smashed into a rock, the fall was messy,” Alexi continues to rant as we walk to the shop together, but my feet fucking freeze the moment we get to the front.“Woah, what a fucking handsome rich dude, he looks like the wealthy God from Greek. Damn, I suddenly remember I have a working pussy,” she whispers, eyes wide and stuck to the tall figure casually smoking in front of my shop like he owns the place.“What the hell, Alexi… Thought you were the top and you’re not into ‘dicks’?” I ask, forcing a smile, but the truth is, my stomach is in knots, flipping like it’s on crack.“Yeah, but trying it once with that gorgeous figure is an achievement,” she mutters. I don’t laugh. I can’t even move a fucking muscle.Carlo. That stupidly gorgeous bastard. His shirt is slightly open, tattoos on full display, hair slicked perfectly to the side, fucking polished from head to toe like he belongs in a mafia fantasy. His head’s down, so he hasn’t seen us yet, b
Blaze“You actually suck at this. Move. Let me do it.”Alexi snatches the wrench from my hand like I just committed some kind of sacred sin, and I don’t even fight her on it. I step back, wiping sweat from my neck with the back of my hand, watching her lean over the greasy engine like she owns the damn thing.“You know I’m still recovering from rich-boy trauma, right?” I mutter, lighting a cigarette and squinting at her through the smoke. “Three weeks out and I still flinch every time I see marble floors.”She snorts. “Yeah, well, this ain’t no penthouse, sugar. This is grease, fuel, and freedom. Welcome back to the land of the living.”I smirk a little.Three months. That’s how long it’s been since I walked out of Carlo’s place and didn’t look back. Since I shoved every memory, every fucked-up emotion, and every craving for his touch into a goddamn box and tossed it somewhere far away.This new place? It’s loud, rough, smells like gasoline and old tires, and I fucking love it. I open