Все главы Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Глава 1 - Глава 10

Carlo's POV“Hey Blaze, one more glass!” My friends pressure him. Damn, is he an idiot?Usually, Blaze doesn’t talk or sit with anyone. Always a loner with a cocky attitude. My friends and I always bullied him for working so hard to earn a penny, and he always avoided us. Tonight, though, he’s downing shot after shot. I can’t help but wonder why he’s drinking so much when he has a race in a few hours.But then again, why do I care? He’s racing against my team. As someone who’s been second to him for three years straight, I hate him for being so good.Always the champion, always ahead, while I’m left choking on his dust.I slam my glass of whiskey on the table, the sound echoing against the silence of my own thoughts. Gulping it down, I feel the burn travel from my throat to my stomach, igniting the simmering frustration inside me.But he’s not the only thing messing with my head tonight. My father sent an invitation—no, a demand—to attend the charity gala, and it’s still crumpled in

Blaze's POVI'm startled out of a deep sleep by the shrill ringing of my phone. I groan and squint against the unexpected intrusion of sound as my head pounds.Who the hell is calling me now?I grope around blindly, trying to locate the source of the noise. My fingers finally close around my phone, and I somehow manage to swipe it open. Felix’s voice roars through the speaker, instantly cutting through the fog in my brain.“You idiot, where the hell are you? The race is starting in 30 damn minutes!” he yells, his voice full of irritation.The race. Shit!My heart pounds as I sit up quickly, my mind struggling to catch up. If it’s starting in 30 minutes, then it must be 11:30 p.m. already. I scramble off the soft bed, only to wince as pain shoots through my body. My waist aches like I’ve been beaten up by ten guys.Ha, shit… What happened to me?I glance down and freeze, realizing that I’m completely naked. My skin is littered with bite marks and bruises. Panic flares in my chest. Did

Blaze's POV “Man! You scared the living shit outta me,” Felix exclaims as he walks into the hospital room, his voice a mix of relief and frustration. I squint at him, trying to process everything. He looks... worn out. His face is thinner, his cheekbones more pronounced, and there are dark circles under his eyes—evidence of sleepless nights. He must have been really stressed about me. “One whole month,” he continues, shaking his head. “I thought you were enjoying some blissful dream with a pretty lady or something. Like you didn’t want to let go and refused to wake up.” He snorts, attempting to lighten the mood, but it only deepens the pit in my stomach. Does he think life is a movie? I try to roll my eyes, but even that simple motion aches. I want to speak, to ask a thousand questions, but the words won’t come out. My throat feels tight and dry as if it’s forgotten how to function. Probably because I haven’t used it in a month. Felix catches my gaze and stops talking. For a

BLAZEI spent the entire night trying to avoid him. That punk. But no matter how much I try, I can’t. He’s too damn handsome. Who the hell looks that good in a big cardigan and plain pants? Yeah, I’ve got to give him credit this time—he deserves it.The club is nearly empty now. I sweep my eyes over the few remaining customers stumbling out, the dim lights casting long shadows over the polished floor. I let out a heavy yawn. Finally, it’s time to go home and get some rest.Getting back in the staff room, I hurry to get dressed out of my uniform and grab a casual T-shirt and jeans. The music has stopped yet the vibrations from the bass are still reverberating in my head. I scan the place one more time before stepping into the back exit.It is 4 am and people have not woken up yet. There is no noise except the faint sound of cars from far away, the quietness is not normal. The cool air touches me on the face, but it is not refreshing. I felt empty for some reason. For a while, it feels

Carlo "What the fuck makes you think you can just say that and I'll hand him over to you?" I snap at the bastard standing a few meters away. Felix. Blaze's fucking lapdog. He has the nerve to stand there, all smug, like he’s got some kind of right to speak to me. "You think I didn’t notice you, coward? You stood there like a goddamn statue, watching while Blaze was pounded into the ground, raped until he fucking passed out. And now you think you can just waltz in and take him?" I glare at him, fists itching to rearrange his goddamn face. Felix shrugs, looking all nonchalant, like I’m not seconds away from smashing his teeth in. "What the fuck did you expect me to do? Fight a group of guys that even Blaze couldn’t handle?" His voice drips with annoyance, his brows furrowing like he's the one pissed off. "Fuck off with your excuses," I growl. "You just stood there, you pathetic piece of shit. You’ve always been a spineless coward hiding behind Blaze. Always tucking your tail lik