Todos os capítulos de Wheels of Fate (MM): Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Pakin’s P.O.V“That’s him, isn't it?” I narrowed my eyes at the silver 2020 Porsche 911 GT3 RS parked in the shadows of the stadium parking lot.“Chai.” One of my closest male friends, Tew, nodded in agreement. His gaze, too, was fixated on the luxury supercar. I couldn’t blame him; it was a pretty sweet ride, though I wasn’t all too impressed, considering I had one of my own.“Sign me up for the race,” I told him. “I’m going to compete.”“Aarai na?” My friend looked at me in shock, as if he didn’t really understand if he heard me right…or if I’d just lost my mind.I don’t know why he was so shocked at all. Come on, I was basically one of the wealthiest people Tew had ever known, and my own car, an Ashton Martin Valkyrie, was unparalleled in strength and speed.But, perhaps it was because of the fact that I was not a racer. I mean, sure, I raced sometimes for the fun and the thrill. But in the world of true automobile racing, I was nothing but a novice. No professional training, no sta

Pakin’s P.O.VMy heart was still pounding in my chest as I gripped the wheel of my Valkyrie, the echoes of the race still fresh in my mind and in the way I breathed deeply.After that performance, I should’ve stayed at the track to soak in the crowd’s awe, to let my ego bask in that glory and solidify my name.But none of that mattered. Not now. Not ever. I wasn’t here for the glory. I was here for the win, or the prize money or anything else.I had been here for one reason alone. Revenge for May.But even at the tie, even at the awe from the crowd and the race host wanting more of my details and practically shoving prize money at my face…I couldn’t help feel extremely annoyed.Something about that man—Sean—gnawed at every fiber of my being.As his Porsche sped off into the night, I made my choice.I didn’t bother telling Tew my plan; he would handle the loose ends without needing to be told. That was Tew’s strength, after all, and the reason why I liked having him around.Plus, I had

Pakin’s P.O.VI woke to the dull light of morning filtering through cheap blinds, the rays cutting across the dim, cramped motel room. My head throbbed faintly, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure where I was.Then the memories hit me like a freight train. All at once, without mercy.Cship hia laew! (Holy Shit!)I sat up too quickly, the scratchy motel sheets tangling around my legs. The room came into focus in all its messy glory: clothes scattered across the floor—my shirt tossed carelessly over a chair, Sean’s jacket draped over the nightstand. The faint scent of cigarette smoke clung to the air, mixing with the unmistakable musk of what we’d done.My hands trembled as I pressed my palms into my face, trying to steady my racing thoughts. My mind screamed at me, full of guilt, disbelief, and something far more dangerous: the memory of how much I had liked it.My gaze flicked to the bed, and my stomach churned. Sean was still asleep, sprawled out on his stomach, the sheet barely covering

Sean’s P.O.VI woke to the faint hum of a passing car outside the motel window, the pale morning light filtering through the cheap curtains. I stretched lazily, my muscles pleasantly sore from the night before, but as I shifted, my hand met only the empty expanse of the bed beside me.Wasn’t I with…?Frowning, I pushed myself up onto one elbow, my sharp eyes scanning the room. It was a mess—clothes haphazardly tossed on the floor, an overturned chair in the corner—but there was no sign of the boy.The spot where he had lain was cold, the faintest imprint of his body on the sheets the only proof he’d been there at all.My first thought was instinctive: ‘Did he rob me?’I swung my legs off the bed, my sharp gaze flickering to my belongings scattered around the room. My wallet was still on the nightstand, untouched. My keys and phone were exactly where I remembe

Sean’s P.O.VThe roar of engines reverberated through the air, the familiar sounds of power and precision that I knew better than any other.‘This,’ I thought. ‘This was it. The best that life could get.’I stood at the edge of the track, arms crossed over my chest, fixing my gaze sharply on the cars as they weaved through the circuit like predators on a hunt.David and Tyson were currently battling it out, their sleek machines tearing through the curves with practiced aggression.I could feel the tension in the air, the hum of competition vibrating beneath my skin. The thrill had always been part of the reason why I raced. It was addicting, and even now, even if I was simply an audience, I was excited for the match to the point of no return. I felt like a giddy teenager.It sounded stupid when put that way, but really, that’s the closest I can describe itCoal sto