Semua Bab Tangled Hearts On Wheels: Bab 71 - Bab 80

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

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“That guy’s still behind me, isn’t he?” I mutter under my breath, not bothering to look back again.I caught sight of him earlier when I walked into the hospital, hanging near the goddamn vending machine. Black suit, shades indoors, that weird stiff posture… too fucking clean to blend in. I ignored it at first. People wear suits. Whatever. But then he popped up again near the elevator while I was headed to my mom’s floor. And again at the pharmacy downstairs.Now I’m outside, walking past the old kiosk near the bike lot, helmet in hand, and I can feel it. That itch under my skin. That uncomfortable heaviness in the air that tells me someone’s watching. Someone is following me.I grip the helmet tighter, jaw clenched, eyes forward. I don’t make scenes. That’s not my style. But I’m ready to break someone’s fucking teeth if I have to.I pass the curve, heading toward where I parked my motorcycle. My mind flashes back to mom. She looked tired as hell today. Thinner. She didn’t say m

BlazeIt’s been two damn days. Two days of silence. Two days of losing my mind in that white-walled hellhole, wondering if Carlo was gonna find me, Turns out, the men dropped me off at the fucking hospital entrance this morning like I was some package they forgot to return. No words. No explanation. Just dumped me at the emergency entrance with a smug “you’ll be fine” and drove off.I didn’t ask questions.I didn’t care.They had put my phone back into my pocket, I just picked up the phone and called him.“Hey, I’m at the hospital entrance, Come get me,” I said.“Blaze!” I heard him scream my name, then the sound of his keys, a slammed door, then the line cut.When he showed up thirty minutes later, he didn’t even park properly. He left the engine running, stormed into the hospital like a goddamn storm, eyes darting like he was ready to kill someone.The second he saw me—bruised, drained, and still in the same fucking clothes—I swear something inside him broke.“Get in the car first,

Carlo“Sir, the Chairman is here” “He’s here?” I ask, already knowing the answer from the look on my assistant’s face.“Yes, Sir. He walked in fifteen minutes ago. Went straight into the boardroom. Security didn’t stop him.”Of course they didn’t. No one in this building has the balls to stop my father. Not even the ones I pay. I don’t say another word, just start walking. I take the elevator alone. My chest is tight, not with panic—yet—but with something worse. A slow burn, a bitter taste rising in my throat. Something’s coming. I feel it crawling up my spine.When the elevator doors open, I know I’m right.Half the boardroom is already empty. Chairs gone. People missing. My name’s still on the glass door, but everything else—everything—feels foreign. I push the door open and see him at the head of the table. My seat. My space. He doesn’t look up.Two of my senior execs stand behind him like goddamn furniture. One looks at me, pale, uncomfortable. The other won’t even meet my eyes.